A/N: Well, Elizabeth wakes up to sunny-faced Dracula…NOT!!! :)
It was the next day, morning to be exact, when Elizabeth woke up first. She first felt she was in a bed, and the memories from last night flooded her brain. So, with the memory of Dracula she sat up in the red sheeted bed, in a red and black plastered room, with gold painted Fleur-de-lis ornamentation around the room, along with a roaring fireplace and deep black curtains. Red, black, red was everywhere, and such things to her tired fear-filled eyes immediately reminded her of blood, but upon rubbing her eyes from the sleep, she found it was the paint. The whole room was completely gothic, black and scarlet, and it was beautiful indeed. Plush velvet and dark wood chairs, cherry-wood bookshelves of, frankly, all her Dracula books, and a desk with her sketchbooks and a supply of pencils, erasers, and her laptop happily charging. This surprised her that Dracula would do this, and after looking around she looked at herself.
"Ack!" she yelped, pulling the satin covers up around herself, seeing that she was wearing a skimpy black nightgown, thankfully he kept her bra on in the night. It was just in time when a familiar shape, as of last night, appeared out from the shadows of the room, and stood by the fire.
"You shouldn't hide yourself dearest. I will see you anyways." He smirked, his arms crossed and merely his eyes looking her over with an unnerving look, filled with lust. She pulled up the covers even more, and gave him her favorite glare, lowering her head and staring at him in perfect gothic teenage rebellion. She was a teen, 15 to be exact, so Dracula gave her a break for that. He liked the feisty ones young.
"Well, I suppose this is Castle Dracula. What have you done with Katie?" She asked, worries flowing through her what he could have done to her. With those thoughts, she quickly lowered her hand and felt around her lower regions, finding that she wasn't sore there. Good, he didn't take advantage of me. But what of Katie?
"If you are wondering, no, I do not bed sleeping women. I much prefer them to struggle and moan in pain and delight and beg for more and passionately howl my name out loud while I…" Dracula started saying, moving closer and closer.
"Stop! I do NOT want to know!" She said in disgust at what he was starting say. Clearly to her eyes, he was exactly as she imagined him. A pompous, foul-mouthed dirty-minded ass.
"As you wish. We will save that talk for later, after you have eaten and dressed yourself. Or, I dress you." He grinned, wiping the drool from his mouth as he now stood at her bedside, promptly Elizabeth moved to the other side of the bed. That didn't stop him, as he then re-appeared at the other side, where Elizabeth now lay.
"Well, vampire scum, I will get dressed myself, thank you very much." She stuttered, in very close proximity with the count that now towered over her.
"Let me help you up then." He grasped her arm and pulled her up out of bed. She struggled and he finally let her go, pointing towards the open wardrobe with a single, black, revealing two piece outfit, with a boat neck, golden trim and ribbons, and a matching kick-ass buckle corset. It was a nice dress to her eyes, but too revealing on the front and the large slip in the back.
"Thank you, pervert. Please, leave while I change." She hissed, not liking to be handled that way at all. She was also very frightened, that he, complete hotness in itself, Dracula was here and was looking at her and no doubt about it wanted to rape her and her friend. This was from one point of view, good. But the other was bad. Giving into evil's desires was not a good way to live, even if you will live forever.
"As you wish, sweet Elizabeth. I will tend to Katie. She must be awake be now. My Dwergi shall escort you to breakfast…or as in your definition of the evening meal, dinner." He bowed, smirking and turning his on his heels around to the door, presently leaving and laughing in his peculiar way down the hall and the door locked.
Now Elizabeth took control of the situation. She took off her disgusting black silk nightgown, and put on the dress, marveling at its silky flow around her. But, she had other plans besides that, like escape from his clutches and get the hell out of here, she thought. And, she vowed, would not go to dinner. I would rather starve than eat with him while he drinks blood! She yelled in her mind, pacing the floor and bracing the door with a chair, whilst holding her pencils in her hand, as they were the only sharp weapons available for the use of stabbing. She had a vow, and that vow was to not let any vampire or Dwergi to touch her, rape her, or bite her. So, with the plan in her head, she sat on the bed ready to fight. She knew many a Jujitsu move, where the art form centered on getting out of situations where there is a guy on top of you. So, she thought some more, she was somewhat prepared. Dracula had proved himself as real. So, she now has thrown that hurdle, the hurdle that now has enabled her to think clearly of the situation, which was the protection of her life and innocence. She waited.
A/N: Well, well, what about Katie? R&R!!!