chapter 13 : So many questions
The sheer mention of his name brought chills. I was totally speechless. A monster such as he...would be in my dreams telling me that...he loved me. I was so confused. Why me? Me of all the thousands of women on this earth who are prettier than I. What was so special about me? What was so interesting about an accident? Something inside me...told me to reach out to him, to love him, but my broken heart would not listen. After years of endearment of hardships, my heart would not respond to him, but it responded to him in my dreams. He arched his eyebrow at me, probably wondering why I was so distant. Dracula has all the power to control the mind, the will, of a single innocent being...yet he does not do this to me. It's like he knows that I will, in time, give in to him. I hated losing, I hated when someone felt they were stronger, I hated being controlled. I didn't look at him, I didn't look into those warm eyes that I so remembered in my dreams. I will admit that I wanted to, but the hurt and pain made me bitter and angry.
"Arielle, why aren't you looking at me?" "Why should I?" He grew silent, and I could tell he was frustrated. "Why must you be so stubborn and distant?" "I don't know you Count. Do you expect me to just run into your arms?" "Well...yes. Every woman does." "Typical of a man to say that. So heartless." "Well what do you expect me to do?" he said. He inched closer to me, but I kept my distance. "Stay away from me." ''Why should I do that?" "Because I said so." He laughed, maybe a hint of heart. "Well then. Shouldn't I be able to say the same, and get a response?" "No," I said defiantly to his face. "Why is that?" "Because I'm a woman, and men tend to make women do their bidding." He chuckled, and rose from the couch and slowly went over to the fireplace. "That is true my dear." I soon left the couch, and started to walk to my room, when he gently grabbed my arm. "Let go." "I think not, my love." "I'm not your love." "Then tell me. Do you have a recurring dream with you and I , dancing, and madly in love with each other? Do you not have the same feelings as I do?" So he had it to, the dream. I wouldn't deny about the dream...but I was unsure about my feelings. "I won't lie that I have this dream, but I have no feelings for you." He sighed, and still he didn't let go.
"Why are you doing this?" "I should ask you that." He was fustrated, maybe I shouldn't anger him futher. "Arielle, do you deny that you feel comfort when you are around me in the dream?" I was shocked at his question. I did feel comfort...and love, but I was scared to answer. "I...I..I don't know what to say." He glarred at me. "What?" "I know you're lying. You do feel comfort, and you love me." He was grinning madly, and I blushed. "Did you ever come here before?" "Yes...when I was eight. I came to the village with my mother...before she was murdered." He was...silent. "Why do you ask?" "B-because I saw you. I was interested in you. I even fell in love with you. Your my little angel that I so missed." He pulled me closer to him, but Vernan came into the room...with a cross in his hand. "Back away Count." "That is just a cross my dear Vernan. You should know better." Out of nowhere two myterious people, a man and a woman, came. Dracula was furious, and something hurt him. Dracula turned into this huge, flying monster, and I will admit..I was frightened.
He flew up into the ceiling, breaking every board, making a huge hole. "I will return for you my love, my angel." A strange voice came into my mind, and in an instant I knew it was Dracula.