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Am I the only one who has problem to send my chapters?

That chappy was inspired by a thunderstorm that had keep me awake last week.

I hope you'll like it. :) I'm really enjoying writing this and it's an excellent class to learn English. I know I'm not good yet, but I just read my first chapters of my phantom of the opera phic and realized that I indeed got better in the past weeks. ;)

In that chapter we learn a little more about Anne's past. I didn't write that one on my own experiences so, don't be sorry for me. ;)

Chapter 14; The storm

Another week passed by since Anne's disappearing and Father David now knew that it was by some vampire's will. A man witnessed two women dragging another in a car. That man had seen those women sneaking around the building a few hours before Anne's kidnapping. Father David had read in Van Helsing's diary, both by Abraham and Mary's hand that Dracula use to have women by his side and he was calling them his Brides. Since he was usually making three of them and two had kidnap an innocent woman, he thought that she would be the third.

There was a storm in the middle of that night. Anne hated storms. Curled up in her bed, her hands on her ears, Anne was crying like a child in the middle of her bed. Thunder storm always brought bad memories in her mind. When she lived with her father, he couldn't bear hearing her cry when she was afraid and since she was even more scared of lightning than anything else, she was crying harder. But then, one night, he thought that he had had enough and chose to beat her with his belt, until she shut up.

Céline, Anne's mother, had chose to quit her husband the first time he had held his hand on their daughter. He had been violent with her since they were married, but she couldn't bear him hit her child. Since that violence had been held secret, when Céline died, Anne had immediately been send to her father.

Anne's memories had been brought back by that thunder storm. It had awoke her and everybody know that when you just woke up, everything seems possible. So now, Anne was scared to hear her father enter her room, unbuckle his belt, tore the top of her nightdress and beat her until unconsciousness.

Dracula heard Anne's cries from his bedroom. He had been back from his hunt not one minute ago. Quietly, he went toward the cries and opened the door. He found Anne in a state he had never see her before. She seemed terrified and she was shaking from head to toe. Their was something else than the storm that brought her to that state, for sure, and somehow, he knew he wasn't the cause ether.

Anne heard her father's drunk voice calling her name in her head, and every sentence he had spoken while she was living with him. She remembered the last storm when he was still living. This time, he had been more violent that only hit her with his belt. This time, he had used his fists and a knife. He had tried to touch her in ways no father should do to their child. She had struggled and the cold blade had cut her flesh, which gave her that scar on her back.

Dracula's mouth hung open. How could such a beautiful creature could have survive such things. Did she even noticed that she was speaking to herself. Yet, he was glad he had come to her, for now he knew a little more about her, even if it was really bad things. He knelt beside her, needing to help her, without knowing why she was even more attractive to him now.

Anne had just ended playing that memory in her head when she felt a warm hand on her back. She jerked and then that same hand turned her over on her back.

-I never thought you had lived so many pain. Dracula murmured

Blinking a few times, Anne just realize that she had spoke her thoughts aloud. Another lightning bolt made the house shake and Anne sat up in a surprising speed, to fell into the vampire's arms. She didn't really noticed what she was doing, though, it reassured her to be in that man's embrace. He was strong and at that moment she was confuse enough to think that he could take care of her, that he would protect her.

He held her more tightly, but not enough to scare her. It felt so good to have her against him. Feeling her warmth, her sweet scent invading him completely. He wanted so much more, but it wasn't time yet. He gently pulled back, taking her face in both his hands, wiping her tears with his thumbs.

-W…why are you doing all this? I mean… She mumbled, not really knowing what she meant

-Why am I keeping you here, or why I came to your room?

She felt uncomfortable. Ether were kind of scary to her and she didn't knew what he could do to her, even if he said more than once that he would not harm her.

-I brought you here to live with and tonight, I came in your bedroom for one reason. I am in love with you my dear, and I wanted you with me. My brides brought you here in advance. I wanted to take time to…court you if you want. Now I'm doing all I can to make you comfortable in my household. I do not wish for you to be scare of me.

-D…did you came to my bedroom to…

She couldn't finish her sentence. She chocked, terrified of what he may want from her, right now. He seemed to understand her thoughts and gently reach for her cheek, caressing it with all the tenderness he had and it came from a long time ago, almost another life.

-I did not came in here to take your innocence my love. I heard your cries and wanted to comfort you, that is all. He smiled. I will see you tomorrow. Now, you must try to sleep. See, the storm had just stop.

She sighed in relief and nodded. She lie down on her pillows and a second later, she was fast asleep.

Like I said, I didn't write on my own experiences. My father never beat me or rape me or anything nor than anybody else. Yet, I experienced pain, a lot of pain… but it wasn't caused by someone's hand. Only the cruel fate. I wont elaborate on that. :)

Though, I'm really scared of storms, because of dreams that had haunted me when I was younger, and even now. I would really like to have someone reassuring me in those frightening moments:)

See ya!

Kaya

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