chapter 16 : Broken Hearts
Dracula's POV
Why did she have to be so heartless? I mean, I know I am, duh I'm the undead. I loved her, and I knew it, and i would show it. I never found a companion in my life that could love me, or give me so much comfort as she does. I wanted to be near her, more than in just my dreams. What was she hiding from me? Why was she in so much pain, and denial. I knew that she loved me, somewhere inside of her, there just had to be something. I gently brought her closer to me, but she fought. "Let go of me!" "Please Arielle...Damn it just listen to me!" She froze at those words, but she actually listened to me. "Thank you. I'm not trying to harm you. I just want to talk. Look, I don't know how to say this..." "Just say it." I grew agitated. "I...I-I love you." She looked unnerved, but her eyes...said different. "Arielle, I love you more than anything. If I must I'll say I love you a million times, I will." She looked away, as if my words meant nothing. "Look at me, my love." She did, her eyes filled with sorrow. "Don't be upset. I love you." I hugged her, holding her gently against my chest. Her head rested on my shoulder, and I felt a few tears roll down my chest.
Arielle's POV
I never cried infront of a man before, let alone a vampire who loves me. I just let myself, cry. I was hurt, inside. I let myself go into his arms, and they're still as warm as I remember in my dreams. I stopped crying, and I buried my face into his chest...he felt so warm. I hugged him back, maybe a smirk appearing on his face, but I didn't care. I loved him too. Something caught my attention, something I saw in the dark shadows. It's yellow eyes shone in the darkness, and I think there was a small glint of white. I walked out of Dacula's arms, looking for this strange thing. He was looking at me in a confused state. Soon, a woman in a white and pink gown, with red hair, approached me. "So you're the one master has so many wonderful dreams of?" she said enfisizing wonderful. I backed away, then looked at Dracula. "You know her?" "Yes, she is my bride Aleera." I was angry. He was using me to get away from his brides! How like a man. I angrily glarred at him, and I think he got the picture. "Don't be angry..." "Shut the hell up! You're nothing but a liar! You're dead to me!" I hoped those words cut through his damned soul, hurting him, and I think it did.
Dracula's POV
'You're dead to me!' Those very words broke my undead heart. I felt a pain, one that I had never felt before. Was it heart break? Was it the loss of my love's trust? I don't know, but Aleera was going to pay for this. I had it planned. If those brats could kill Verona and Marishka, then she would die as well. My beloved stormed out of the castle, and I could feel hate...and she also had a broken heart. She felt betrayed, used. I had no intention of making her feel that way, I wouldn't have done that if the devil even asked me to.
"Master, you don't need her. You have me." I looked at her angry at first, but then my plan came to mind. I changed my emotion, making sure she wouldn't expect anything. We went home, and I was alone in the library writing in my journal.