Sorry I haven't been writing for a while. SSSSoooooooo many parties! I want to thank Jackie and Ardina for giving me so many reviews.
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chapter 12 : My Everything
Dracula's POV
It's been all hush-hush around this forsaken place. It's boring and dark. I like the dark, but the boring part...kills me. Aleera has become silent for the better, and of course Marishka was the first to go. What I mean is, she's dead. Murdered by those damn reincarnations of the brats. How I loathe them. Their names are different, though. Vince and Annabella. WHy must they torture me so? We kill only two people a month. While I stand here near the window, staring into nothing, they are scheming a way to destroy me, but they are going to fail, again.
The Frankenstien castle is rotting away, the same as Valerious Manor. I'm suprised those two cretins don't live there. But the castle is more inviting, I don't know why. Two days ago I went to Valerious Manor, and ripped the map in half, so that it couldn't be used further. They haven't figured out anything, but that's a good thing. I could use the entertainment though.
My werewolf came bounding in last night, in Frankenstien castle. I had sent him on a mission to watch the brats, but he smelled something different. This scent was clouding his mind somehow, and I was furious at his carelessness. I reached deep into his neanderthall of a brain. His thoughts were scattered, but scents were the easiest to find. It was a creamy vanilla, roses, and champiagne strawberries mix. It sounded delicious, and familiar. I missed Arielle, even if she was in my dreams. The wolf also had seen something also. A woman, but he didn't follow. Furious after he didn't follow her, and picked him off the floor, and threw him into the old useless generator. He quickly got up, but he backed away. Seems as if we have some new visitors. I wasn't going to let the werewolf mess this up again, but I sent him on his way to find the two brats once again, and if he didn't do it right, his life would be at my hands.
I flew to the village, and all was silent in my presence. Every animal creeped away in fear of my wonderous appearance. Every door was locked, except for the inn. Once I entered the old woman at the counter table froze. "W-what are you doing h-here?" "Do we have some new visitors?" I arched my eyebrow, as the old woman tried to think this over. "I don't have all night." "Y-yes we d-do have g-guests." She was shaking greatly, and I enjoyed to see her fear. The old woman pointed to the living room of the inn, and I bowed in graditued. As I walked away, the old woman fainted to the floor, and I lightly chuckled to myself.
I saw three woman sitting around the fire with Vernan. I didn't bother listening to their conversation, all I wanted to do was to meet these three. I walked into the room, and a mysterious wind came into the room, blowing out the fire, a wind that I controlled. Vernan looked up at me, shock and fear registered on his face. The three women looked up at me. The red head and the blonde were greatly interested in me, but the other didn't even bother to look at me further. "Well Vernan, I didn't know we had new guests." "Get out you monster." "I've gotten that before." I sat in the chair nearest the brunette. She didn't even look at me, not one fantasy. "So who are these lovely ladies?" "I'm Laura." The red head reminded me of Aleera a little, but there was nothing inchanting about her. "I'm Lyssa." The blonde maybe reminded me of...maybe a dead lover. "I'm Arielle, pleasure to meet you." Vernan was suprised at my expression of her name. It couldn't be her, it just couldn't. Once the fire returned I saw her face, her beautiful face. "The pleasure is all mine, Arielle." Laura and Lyssa were jealous and I couldn't help but laugh. Vernan was nervous at my new interest. He was about to get up, but I glarred and forced him to stay in his chair.
"Night Arielle." Lyssa and Laura left, and went upstairs, and I let Vernan leave. But Arielle stayed. I inched a little closer to her, but with every move she inched farther away. I was getting tired of this game. "Arielle please stop playing." "Look, whoever you are, I am in no mood to be flirting with you." "My name is Dracula." Her face turned white. "What?" "Y-you're Dracula. The one who is torturing these poor people, and the one in my..." I stared at her beautiful face, waiting for her to finish the sentence, but she didn't. I read her thoughts. No I couldn't be. Dracula isn't real. Why is he in my dreams? I smiled, a warm feeling overcoming me. It was Arielle, my love, my beauty, my everything.