chapter 8 : Coming to Romania, Beware
I felt angry and paraniod this morning, I didn't know why. I stomped through my house, almost pulling my door of it's hinges. I didn't know why I was doing this, I just felt so angry. I hunced over in my chair, cursing under my breath, realizing that there was nothing to be angry about. It was weird and unexplainable, and why was I so mad? I finally felt a calm relief overcome my soul, and I leaned back comfortably in my chair. I pondered and still there was nothing to be mad about. Maybe I had this strange physic connection to this mysterious Dracula, but he wasn't real, well I didn't know that exactly. The phone rang, and this time I had something to be angry about.
"What now?" "Arielle, this is Lyssa. What's the matter?" "Oh, sorry. I thought you were Laura calling me for the hundreth time," I said sheepishly. "I don't blame you. Anyways, Laura said I can come and she also wanted to know if you were going to drive us to the airport? She didn't want to talk to you because she knew you would be angry, I guess she was right." "Yea I guess I'll drive, and it was a good thing she didn't call. She was getting on my nerves after calling so many times." Lyssa laughed and then calmy stop, resulting in her laughter once again. "I'm sorry Arielle. I can't stop laughing. She is annoying." "I'll say! Damn it I can't stand her sometimes." "Alright, I'll see you early Wednesday."
It was nice to talk to a friend who actually respected my privacy, and she was trustworthy at the most.
After picking up my friends dreadfully early this morning, I was beginning to become extremely annoyed and quiet. While waiting in line just to get to the desk, and pass through the metal detector, I was becoming even more impacient. The line was longer than I expected, and I wanted it to move along, which it did, very very slowly. I tapped my foot, impacient, on the ground looking sternly at everyone and everything. Finally we passed throught that damn line and detector, and we were on the plane in our seats, waiting for the other passengers. I felt a little less anxious at most, maybe a little drowsy since I dispised getting up hidiously early in the morning. We were up in the air by 7 A.M., and I was comfortably resting quietly in my chair. I had the window seat, with Lyssa sitting next to me, and Laura, unfortunatly in back of me. Laura kept pocking me, asking where the bathroom is. I had no idea where it was. "Just ask someone damn it! I don't know where the hell it is." "Yea but.." "Laura shut up! Now I'm starting to regret coming with you." That made her shut up indeed, and she finally was quiet. "Arielle, do you have to be so mean" "Lyssa, if she asks me one more thing while we are on this plane, I'm gonna kill her. I don't mind talking, but if she keeps on blabbing on and on, I swear to God I'm going to flip." Lyssa shook her head in agreement, and it was enjoyably quiet.
"Do you have to be so mean my love?" "Well..." He laughed, "Never mind, I am the same way at times." We were dancing slowly, my head under his chin, as he stroked my brown hair. I was tired even now in my lovely escaping dream. The real world was so crazy and out of control, and this was the only place to escape from. "So little angel of mine, where are you heading to?" "Romania, why do you ask so?" He just stared at me, then like nothing was said, he smiled and kissed my forehead. "No reason my angel." It was so peaceful just being with him, and I never wanted to leave.
Laura woke me up, pocking my shoulder. "Arielle look! It's Bucharest!" "Yea uh-huh, that's great Laura. You just noticed that?" Laura looked at me very sadly, but gently sat back down in her own chair. I looked out the window, seeing the old hotel I stayed in so very long ago. It was the same city, with all it's magnificient history and castles. We were off the plane, and we headed to...the village. There was no way in hell that I knew I was going to stay here, and it was the same also. "Laura you picked this place?" "Yea, you like it?" "Laura I've been here before." "You have? Arielle you're pretty brave to come here, and Laura's nuts to pick this place to stay." I nodded my head in agreement, Laura was nuts. Laura looked sternly at us, and I just sadistically smiled at her, making her feel uneasy.
We went inside the rickity old inn that was in the village. An old woman was standing near the counter table, her gray hair frizzied, and wrinkles made her look much older than she really was. "May I help you?" "Yes, I made reservations for three to stay here." "Ah, the nutty girl. Right this way," she pointed with three keys in her hand. I was trying so hard not to laugh at how this old woman called Laura nutty, but I couldn't help but giggle. Our rooms were more appealing to the eye, than the whole inn itself. We had our own rooms, mine being a dark rich red. Lyssa's was a virgin white, while Laura's was a light sky blue. "If you wish to have a tour of the village, go see Vernan." "Who's that?" "The tour guide dumb ass," I said replying to Laura's stupid question. We walked down the stairs, agreeing for the tour. I did not know this place completely or the history of it, so might as well go with the tour guide.