"The world seems full of good men- even if there are monsters in it."
- From Dracula by Bram Stoker
I put Eclipse back into his stall, petting his neck lightly. Yvonne was leaning against the barn door, staring at the ground. I felt bad that I had left her behind, but if I stayed the werewolf would've killed us both without a second thought.
Aurora: "I'm really sorry I left you there."
Yvonne: "No it's ok. You were protecting me."
Aurora: "I'm not going out again until we both have a way to escape."
Yvonne: "Maybe we should go back inside. It looks like it's going to rain again."
Aurora: "But we're in the barn."
Yvonne: "I don't like the smell of horse, no offense. Besides it's warmer inside."
I nodded my head, and put a blanket on Eclipse. As we entered, the door slammed behind us. I looked at her, square in the eye.
Aurora: "Have any second doubts? It's too late anyway."
She smiled sheepishly, and I sighed deeply. We walked to the living room, the lights dimmed, one single candle lit in the middle of the room on a table. Something was going on, and I had a bad feeling inside of me. The candle was a warm lavendar scent; I didn't like it that much, it made me a little queezy. I preferred the scent of roses. Little did we know, Dracula was behind us, smiling. I felt his hand touch my back, then go down to my waiste. Yvonne's face froze as he did the same to her. We looked at each other, our eyes large and panicked. We both tried to pull away, but his grip tightened around our waistes, bringing us closer.
Dracula: "I told you, you couldn't hide."
Aurora: "Let go of us!"
Dracula: "My dear, I have no intention of doing that."
Yvonne: "Why don't you go out and get a slut or something and leave us the hell alone!"
Dracula: "Watch it."
Aurora: "What do you want?"
Dracula: "Well, since your friend doesn't have what I am looking for, maybe you do."
Aurora: "Oh, hell no!"
He laughed. I didn't find it funny at all, neither did Yvonne. We both backed away from him, and bolted toward the dinning room. Unfortunatly there was no door to lock so we had to find a different place. Of course he flashed before us, grabbing my arm. I tried fighting him, but he was too strong for me. I told Yvonne to go and run. She did. Big mistake.
Dracula: "Now I have you."
Aurora: "Let go, damn it!"
Dracula: "Oh, my love, you do not know of what I want."
Aurora: "I plan on not finding out."
We materialized into Indriel's bedroom, where there were candles lit everywhere, rose scented to be exact. Her once blue bed, was now covered with black and red satin and silk. The glass doors were covered with black curtains, and a bottle of her best wine was next to a glass with a gold rim, and one with a dark red liquid in the other. It was blood. I was underage, and I was dumbfounded. How did he get inside when she locked the basement? Nevermind, that is just a stupid question. He grabbed my arm lightly, and took me over to the bathroom.
Dracula: "You can get dressed in there."
Aurora: "What the hell are you planning Dracula?"
Dracula: "You'll see."
He grinned madly, a small giggle coming from him. I locked the bathroom door, seeing the black dress hanging. I put it on anyway, thinking about what he was possibly up to. Oh my God! This dress went up to my thigh, and it made all my curves visible. I had to admit I looked pretty good in it. He knocked at the door, and without asking, opened it. He looked me up and down, then smiled seductivly. He took my hand, and kissed it.
Dracula: 'You look stunning tongith."
Aurora: "I don't know wether to say thank you, or just get creeped out."
Dracula: "Come sit."
He offered me a chair with a velvet cushion. He sat on the other next to me, smiling. He poured the wine into the glass, but I didn't dare touch it.
Dracula: 'Why do you not drink? You must be quite thirsty after all that running?"
Aurora: "No thank you, I don't drink wine. I'm fine, anyway. Tell me, why are you really here?"
Dracula: "I'm here for you."
Aurora: "Ok...And what did i do to deserve this?"
Dracula: "Well, I didn't know if it was your friend or you, that asked for me. I'm greatful for that, though."
He rested his hand on my leg, as I tried to move away. He stared to kiss my cheek, then he went down to my neck. I froze when he started to nibble a little.
Dracula: "Do not be afriad."
Aurora: "Give me a reason not to."
He rose from his chair, walking past me, and gently putting his hand on my shoulder.
Dracula: "Don't tell me that you do not feel what I feel. You asked for me, admit it. You want me, desire me. I want you to desire me, as I do for you. When I came here, you were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen."
Aurora: "You're mistaken, Count."
Dracula: "Don't lie, my love. You know what I feel, you see what I see. You care for me, you see my pain. You know that I can love, you believe in me."
Aurora: "You're raving."
Dracula: 'Am I? Or do I just feel love, that I wish I could've felt so long ago. You feel as if you don't deserve anyone, when you really do. I've read your mind countless times. Men do desire you, they jusy don't want to be rejected. I love you, and I am going to have you."
Aurora: "No you're not! I'm just going to be one of your brides! I don't want to be third or second, I want to be the one and only! But what would you know of pain!"
It was silent for a moment, then I took a sip of the wine. He looked at me, as I thought to myself. He is right. I do want him, I love him..I even desire him. But he doesn't know what real pain is. Even if I did have the chance to prove that I actually deserved someone, it wouldn't affect a soul. I see his pain, that he wants someone to understand him, to love him for who he is. But I can't give this to him...he deserves better. He stared at me, as I looked at him, into his eyes. They were so warm. Something I felt from no man. Aurora, when will you understand that I do love you. The devil himself sent me messages from your mind. That you felt for me, even if you realized that I wasn't real, when I really was. You brought me back. You are the only one who can love me. You are the only one who I can express himself to, a person who will not judge me. I love you.
