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Perrette: Well, today's the day!

Dracula: And what Day is that?

Perrette: The day when I put you in my story

Perrette: FINALLY…..I was getting anxious

Perrette: You….anxious? I thought that vampires felt no emotions.

Dracula: Hey, I only do what the author writes down.

Perrette: Yes……hmmmm….

Dracula: What?

Perrette: Oh nothing….me and the author did some brainstorming on the story last night….came up with some great ideas.

Dracula: (Gasps) Brainstorming without you…

Perrette: Well, the author and I are one in the same….right?

Dracula: Yeah……?

Perrette: Okay, you're being weird.

Dracula: So, you are too.

Perrette: I know……it's the author's fault.

Dracula: Yes, I know.

Perrette: Yes….

Silence

Dracula: …….too quiet….

Perrette: Well….on with the show.

The chilling air greeted Alexis's face as she walked outside her grandmother's mansion. She always loved this part about going to work. The air calmed her nerves and made her feel amazing. And there she stood, staring at her grandmother's beautiful rose garden; the orchids; the trees; the grass; the sky; the fountain and everything else that her grandmother owned. This was only her first visit to the mansion, but she already knew – deep within her soul – that she would spend many more summers here.

It took about ten minutes to get to work, so Alexis had to ride in a carriage. Edgar was the one that usually took her to work, but now that he was fired, she had to do it herself. She could drive a carriage, but she wasn't a master in it. She was going to have a time doing this.

Alexis: (Shaking her head and sighing)

Oh dear, this isn't going to fun.

Walking past the rose garden, and then down to the fountain, she arrived at the walkway that leaded to the carriage. Shrugging, she walked towards the carriage; when she was two feet away, a large gust of wind pounded at her body, pushing her skirt over her head. She flung her hands into the air and attempted to pull her skirt down, but the wind was too heavy. With all the chaos that was taking place, she failed to notice one of her neighbors walking towards her…..seeing everything.

(Laughing)

Well, well, well, Alexis Dracaena – showing off her accessories.

The wind stopped. How inconvenient. Alexis pulled her skirt down and stood in front of Henry Beacon Williams XIV. He lived around these parts, and he had one of the worst reputations. Henry usually liked to be called by his full name, but that never happened. Most of the time, all of his friends, and most of his enemies called him "Casanova." He loved to seduce women, and he just loved getting his way. And when Alexis came here to visit, he tried to seduce her, but it didn't work. She was the first one to actually put him down. And it drove him crazy. But now, Alexis was the one that would be driven crazy. She had just embarrassed herself, and now she would never live this down.

Alexis: (Scoffing)

Okay, Okay, the show's over.

(Fixing her hair)

Now, if you don't mind, I have some business to attain to.

Henry: Oh, I don't mind. I'm just glad that I saw this display.

(Snickering)

Now, Alexis aren't you afraid of scaring little children.

Boy, did she hate him. Sure, Henry had his charming ways, but around her he was always snobbish and mocking. When Alexis first met him he wasn't like this; he was nice and quite refined; then, however, after rejecting his proposal to be his "woman", he was fiendishly evil – in a charming way. She stared at him, eyeing his body up and down. Sneering, she gritted her teeth, showing them off.

Alexis: (Sighing)

Be forewarned, Henry Williams. One day, you're charming ways will catch up to you.

(Mock giggle)

Not that you already have…..but in a punishing manner.

There he was again, smartly giving her one of those looks. His looks killed, but she hated him so much.

Alexis: Leave…now

Henry: Very well. I'll leave, but I'll be back.

Alexis: Dogs always come back. Leave – worthless sack of swine.

He left; now the carriage awaited her. Hoisting her left foot onto the first step that led into the carriage, she opened the door and walked inside, her head crouching under to avoid being hit. Now, as she closed the door behind her; she, however, opened the door and walked back outside, realizing that she was the driver.

Alexis: That boy always gets me riled up.

She walked towards her faithful horse; Vladimir was his name. He was her only friend – her only true friend. Walking around the village; going to all of the parties that her grandmother made her go to, she felt alone and hollow – she had nothing inside. She only stared at her horse, smiling at its excellence.

Alexis: Vlad…how bout we go for a ride today?

He kicked his leg up and nodded his head, making that noise that she loved to hear from him. He was the greatest friend a woman could have. Petting his head, she looked at the chains that bound him to the carriage and sighed; then she released him from them.

Alexis: I'm just going to ride you – only you tday.

She hoisted her legs over the saddle and sat on her horse; not like a proper woman would do it; always, she was a tad bit boyish – in riding horses that is. She rested her head onto his and sighed.

Alexis: (Shrugging)

Oh, I don't want to go to work today.

Thirty five minutes later, Vladimir's trotting and neighing could be heard next to a disheveled building titled "Fanciful Fancies". The building looked beaten and unlivable on the outside, but as Alexis tied her horse onto the railing of the porch and walked inside, a beautiful, superfluously velvet red room appeared. Men in top hats sat in satin couches; with girls in revealing outfits – some wasted by rum – sleeping at their feet; some kissing their necks and feeding them grapes. Women from all over were lined up in the room, with men – ugly, atrocious men, staring at them – like they would soon pick them out and ravish them on the spot. The women weren't frightened. Thrice daily, they went through this process – men ravishing them. In a brothel, fear isn't allowed – only money. Other than that, nothing mattered. The freedom of each woman mattered not to the owner of this business which, for some odd reason, was a woman. She was a manly woman, but she did look like one.

Boy was she ever a woman. Of her own free will, each day she would choose one of the men who visited the brothel, to come into her living quarters for free. That man was lucky, but the women that worked for her were far from lucky. They were her puppets. She controlled strings that a man would never try to control.

Julian Estrangela was her name; more or less, the name of the devil. She hated her and everything that she stood for. Her meandering ways; how she would ravish the women each night killed her inside. Since Alexis was related to Eloise Dracaena, she was immune to her midnight rape; but her friends weren't. It made her wonder. She would complain on the job, and her co-workers would talk about her behind her back. There was much to complain about.

Alexis glanced at the girls for a second; she saw an unfamiliar face. It was a child; no younger than her sister in Ireland. Her face – paler than the moon; her eyes were just like her sisters. In disbelief, she shook her head, and then she walked over towards the young girl. Staring into the child's eyes, she smiled softly, grabbing the girl's hand.

Girl: What are you doing miss?

Alexis: A brothel is no place for a young girl.

Girl: But my mother needs the money.

Alexis: How old are you child?

Girl: 15

Alexis: Are you good in the kitchen?

Girl: My mother used to own a bakery…it was shut down a few years ago.

Alexis: (Reaching into pocket and pulling out some money)

Child, take this money and grab a carriage. Then ask the man who's driving
that carriage to take you to the Dracaena mansion.

Girl: Why would I want to go there?

Alexis: My grandmother lives there. We're looking for a cook…so; you might ask her for a job. Anything's better than this life. You don't want this life; however, you must go now if you intend on meeting her at all. It takes about thirty five minutes to get to the mansion, so go.

The girl paused for a moment, tears streaming down her face. As much as Alexis wanted to hug her and tell her that everything would be alright, but she had to get her to her grandmother's house before morning tea was finished with.

Alexis: Go….GO!

The girl left.

Well, that's chapter 5! I hope you guys' love it!

Dracula: I didn't!

Me: Well…..I was going to put you in there.

Perrette: No you didn't

Me: Yeah….I just love to mess with ya Drac!