A/N: Okay first off, BIG thanks to Leah Day and BlackandWhitePrincess for reviewing! I'm Brittany and I wrote Chapter 2! Steph, who wrote Chapter 1, and I are sisters and are going to trade off doing every other chapter. On a side note, her little authors pet is Erik and mine is...

Dracula: I'm not your damned pet…

Shut up, you so are!

Dracula: I AM A RULER OF VAMPIRES, NOT YOUR PET!

Well, you're sure acting like a dog!

Dracula: That's it bitch! Let's take this outside!

BRING IT ON!

He could still taste the metallic flavor of her blood in his mouth. The sweetest blood he had ever tasted. He glanced back at his fellow vampires carrying their prey. Alhandra had the young human girl's hair gripped in one hand and Trista was holding her by the back of her layered gown. The girl was completely passed out from his feeding, but not yet dead. He wanted to save her, for later.

"Why are we taking this mortal vermin back to the lair?" asked Gwen, gliding under him with her huge bat like wings.

"Yes, oh great leader Dracula, why are we taking her back. We don't normally take leftovers." Alhandra chuckled.

"Because I want this one for later." Dracula hissed at the disgusting women. "And besides, she isn't just good to eat either."

"Oh, fearless leader, are you trying to imply that you find this human yummy for the eyes too?" Trista puffed up and then spat in his general direction.

Dracula stopped in mid air and furiously spun to face the females that where so trying his nerves this eve. He then grabbed Trista by the throat. "Do you dare question my authority woman!" Trista's yellow colored cat eyes turned to slits as she grumbled, "No..." under her blood tainted breath.

"Good, and you Alhandra, do not mock my title with false flattery. Next time I hear another questioning word about my judgment I'll tie you all to rocks outside the lair and gleefully hear you screaming when dawn arises." He sneered at them baring his sharp fangs as he shook back his thick mane of black waves.

"Yes master," all three of them replied in forced unison, as the young mortal was being violently flown back to the vampires lair.

Dracula could see his looming abandoned castle fast approaching, the castle that was left and crumbling until he found it and it became his safe haven so many years ago. Over time, others like him began to seek refuge in his new home, and before he knew it he was the leader of an entire clan of vampires before he had even seen his first century on the earth. He was now some three hundred odd years, he didn't bother to keep track anymore, and still looked like he did at thirty, the age that he was damned to the life he now lived.

But that was a life long forgotten and discarded. He was a leader and a vampire and he could no longer morn over the life he could have had. Sighing, he swooped down to the grounds of his great abode, with the three female vampires and the mortal girl landing behind him.

Alhandra unclenched the girls long dark curls. Her head hit the soft grass with a thud as Trista did the same with her skirts. Dracula spun on his heels as his great black wings sheathed themselves into his well toned back, making his billowing cape more noticeable. "Handle her with care, you ingrates! I don't need all her blood leaking from her head to the ground!" he boomed.

"Oh, but we would so love to watch you lap it up from the ground, dog…" Trista whispered menacingly.

Dracula hissed a curse through his pointed teeth and he took long strides to meet Trista inches from her pointed face. He could smell human blood radiating off of her putridly, it even in her stringing blond mop of hair. "HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO YOUR MASTER THAT WAY!" he raised a wide palm and long fingers into the cold night air and brought them down to meet the papery white flesh of Trista's face. The force of the blow caused her to fly backward and hit one of the great trees that sat in the yard of the castle.

Dracula bent his neck to the left and two loud cracks emitted into the silent night. "Does that teach you anything?" he spat at the other two women.

"Yeah, don't play with the masters food." Gwen answered, sarcastically.

"Hmph..." was all he said as he bent down to pick up the human girl from the dewy ground and flung her over his shoulder. He then entered his home through the huge wood doors and started up the decrepit grand staircase that led up four stories to the largest bedroom in the whole place, his.

When he finally got to his room, he laid the girl unto his large red four poster bed. She moved slightly and let out a groan. At the sounds of her potential awakening he stood erect. He hadn't actually had normal contact with a human in so long. The only company he was exposed to these past centuries have been the miserable bunch of villains that filled his home. Although not all of them he hated, like the three she hunters he joined this night, but there were very few worth being around.

He took in a sharp breath when he saw her eyes flutter slightly, but nothing came of it. She just went back into her unconscious state. She was like that for hours it seemed, and he just loomed over her like the demon he knew he was to people.

After awhile he decided to take up sitting at his desk, he would stay up all day if it meant not leaving until she awoke. He grabbed the picture on his desk and stared at it for what felt to him like years.

Sophia awoke with a pounding headache. What's going on? Where am I?, she thought.

Once her eyes adjusted and she became more coherent she realized that she was in a velvet covered feather bed in a dimly lit room.

She sat up and began to look around the room confused. And then she saw him.