"The world seems full of good men- even if there are monsters in it."
- From Dracula by Bram Stoker
Aurora: "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I said frantically looking at him.
He didn't seem to be effected by this, and he laughed loudly at my panic. I was furious, angry...the list could go on. As I have said before, I was afraid, greatly at that, but I was more angry. I stared at him, pure hate beaming from my eyes. I could tell that he saw it, the hate, and he returned it. But I couldn't stay angry, Yvonne was in sheer fright, I had to do something to protect her. If he tried anything I had to try and stop him, even if he is everything to me, besides my horse. Yvonne was behind me, but she wasn't cowaring, she never did that. He came closer, but I held fast, waiting for him to strike or do something.
Aurora: "Stay away."
Dracula: "Well that's no way to treat a guest."
Aurora: "I didn't invite you here. Get the hell away and get out!"
Dracula: "Oh on the contrary, you did."
Yvonne: "I'm really confused right about now...What's going on and why are you alive?"
Dracula: "Long story. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Count Vladislaus Dragulia. And what are your names?"
Aurora: "This is Yvonne, and I'm Aurora. Now please get out."
Dracula: "What lovely names, but I'm staying until I get what I want."
Aurora: "Get out God damn it! You are doing no such thing."
Dracula: "Please we have no use for violence now do we ladies?"
Yvonne: "Aurora, what are we going to do?"
I was pondering for a few moments then one word came to mind. Run. I grabbed her by the arm and we started running down into the kitchen. I could hear him change into his hellbeast form, and I ran even faster, still holding on to Yvonne's arm. I slammed the door behind me, both of us catching our breath. I turned around, and there he was again, and he was pissed off. I backed into the door with Yvonne besides me. His eyes were an electic stormy blue.
Dracula: "Why must you run? Why must everyone run?"
Yvonne: "Because you're a freakin' vampire!"
He looked at her, angry, then...sad. I fely pity for him, but the nagging question; why are you here? Say it damn it, Aurora! Just ask, I thought to myself. I was about to, but the words were stuck in my throat, unable to come out. He looked at me, confusion, sadness. I softened my eyes at him, and it seemed as if it...comforted him? How strange. I was about to speak again, but it the words froze.
Dracula: "What is it that you want to ask me? Huh...nevermind. The reason why I am here is that someone asked for me, someone wanted me."
Yvonne: "WHo the hell would want you?"
Aurora: "Yvonne, shut up please."
Dracula: "Thank you, and I am sorry for the entrance, you know the thunderstorm thing."
Aurora: "It's alright, just don't do that again."
Yvonne: "Why are you being so nice to him? He's a mons..."
I cut her off, glaring sapphire eyes of fury. He smiled and nodded, then came toward us. Yvonne was in panick, and I stood there looking at her, trying to tell her to calm down.
Dracula: "I said i wouldn't harm you."
Aurora: "But you said for a while."
Dracula: "Well, I like to strike fear into those who stand before me, but you...you're harder to scare. I always do like the feeling of the hunt."
Aurora: "Don't even think about it, Dracula."
Yvonne grabbed my arm, opened the door, and she dragged me out of the kitchen. I was beside her now, running. We went upstairs to my room, and this time he wasn't there. Thank God for that. Yvonne was pacing in my room, and I stared at her like she was going crazy.
Yvonne: "Who asked for him, who would actually want a monster alive?"
Aurora: "Well um..."
Yvonne: "Aurora...you? Well that is predictable."
Aurora: "Well I didn't know it was actually going to happen. I mean, after watching Van Helsing, who wouldn't? I've always wanted to meet him, to talk to him. He;s not a monster. He's just a man who made a pact with the devil who wasn't ready to die. I feel pity for him, he's alone, no one understands him, not even his own brides."
Yvonne: "Yea but...he's here and he wants you."
Aurora: "Well I'll have to say he's crazy for wanting me, of all people."
Yvonne: "You never give yourself any slack. You are pretty."
Aurora: " If only that were true."
