A/N: I know, I know, we have updated alot lately but I am haveing alto of fun with this story and really want to get it all out, I want to get to the nudge nudge wink wink, drake and sophia happy time, well I mean come on guys its going to happen and dammit I want sssooo very bad to write it already! lol, thanks alot for all the reviews and support, i'm glad people enjoy our story: D!

Dracula: I think I am tearing up...:yawns:

Your such an ass, here is the next chapter! ( I didnt call it a chappie this time because Becky-poo hates it so! )

Dracula: Smart girl, it pisses me off to Becky!

Okay just for that...on with the new chappie! MWAHAHAHAH!

Sophia took a deep breath of the balmy night air and wrapped Drakes cloak around her shoulders. She had been in the castle for over a week now, it had been the best week of her entire life. She had never known life to be this wonderful.

Her existence hadnt made up of much other than the dull work of the hired help and then the dull work of being the fiancé to a duke. Stuck between soap and socialites, her life had been like the monotonous tone of ones deaf grandmother.

Thank goodness she had found this new realm of life. She hadnt thought she would ever think that, upon arriving she had been terrified and alone, now she felt warm and wanted. Those feelings were mostly attributed to Drake.

She sighed yet again and laid her head into her palm leaning on the stone ledge of the balcony. Drake was so sweet to her, he was so warm and loving, so much more than Ralph ever was. "I'm so ungrateful!" she whispered to herself now rubbing her temples. She hadnt thought of Ralph much at all once coming to the castle, but whenever she did it was always cold feelings about him being nothing like Drake. That was awful of her, she thought to herself. He was probably worrying himself to death while she was mentally critiquing the way he treated her, she was truly an awful person!

But then all of the sudden Sophia heard the distant flapping of large wings. That sound was to familiar for comfort. Where was Drake anyhow? Could that be him? The thoughts raced through her head as she squinted to see what was obviously coming towards the balcony.

"Drake?" she called out uncertainly. There was no answer, but now that she thought of it Drake had went to talk with Nicolae, so him flying wouldn't make much sense.

She heard the flapping coming closer and closer to her, she decided that she should go inside. When she turned towards the French doors the slammed shut. She ran to them and jiggled the knobs, willing them to open, but they didn't.

She then began to bang on the doors in utter panic when she heard the swooping sound of great wings directly behind her.

Then she felt hands garb her under her arms and she let out a shriek. She was then lifted into the air, her legs flailing and her arms trying to pull free from her captors grip.

They flew over the side of the balcony and then they stopped in mid air. She looked down and saw they were very, very high up. She was practically skirting the tops of the trees.

She was waiting for something to happen anything, but all she did was dangle in the air, that was until she heard a sickly familiar whisper saying "Go home whore..." and then she was dropped.

She fell past the trees her own screams echoing in the forest causing here ears to ring, and then she blacked

out...

So is anyone dieing of suspense?

Dracula: Your not Wes Craven assface, no one is going you keel over that!

Couldnt you at least humar me?

Dracula: cough, cough...look im dieing...help, help...happy?

Not really, oh welll...R&R everyone!