Amber clutched to the book in her hand as she slid down to the floor to try and relax. She couldn't belive what she had seen. She had heard stories of vampires of...Dracula. Amber must have read Bram Stoker's Dracula a million times ever since she was 10 years old. Even though she hadn't witnessed in seeing him, there were those 3 other bats that looked strangely like women. She did feel bad, though, when the door smacked them in the faces, she did here them cry...a lot. This night would stick with her, but she was very curious as to why those things were back...or even if they truely existed or if they could even walk among the living with all the myths such as the no reflextion in the mirror.
Amber had finally cooled down and walked near the fireplace that was burning warm wood into black ash. She sat in her usual seat near the fire, a black velvet arm chair. She cozied up into the chair, sighing heavily and comfortably, and opened one of the scientist's, Victor's, journals. She began to read it, a grotesque feeling growing in the pit of her stomach as she read onto the details of how he found the body parts, how he actually put the body together into this massive giant, which Amber felt sounded more like a giant pissed off gorilla. As she read on, Amber caught on to the notion that the doctor wanted to prove something, a worth of himself, which lead her back to one of the journal entries back at the castle.
Amber felt a connection with him, like he was an outcast as well as she and Jenna. It seemed the world didn't like people with big dreams wanting to prove something that no one wants to believe. But the one person that seemed to come up the most was Dracula. Dracula this, Dracula is, Dracula that...That's all it really ever said. Who was this man, and why did he just give anything and everything to Victor? This she didn't understand, but what she did was that the good doctor was being used, brainwashed into believing that his dear friend was there for him. Victor wanted to prove that God was not the only person who could create life, even though pretty much everyone thought it was ludacris.
Her adoptive father, Daniel, came into the room, rubbing his eye lids. "What are you still doing up Amber?" "Just reading. Got in a little late than I thought. Sorry." "No it's ok. I just fell asleep doing some paperwork. Do you know where Jacob and Marissa are?" "Yea, they went to this gathering like they do every year." "Oh, ok."
As he began to leave the warm living room, the door bell rang. Amber was actually quite curious. who would come at this time? This hour? Daniel went over to the door and opened it. There stood a tall man as pale as the moonlight, as pale as Amber herself was. His black, raven hair was pulled back with a gold clip with a few strands of hair caressing his cheeks. He had deep blue eyes that seemed to bore into Daniel. Amber recalled that was what Victor had felt. Amber put the book away, hiding it beneath the pillows.
"Ah, Vlad. So nice to see you. How can i help you?"
The man Vlad seemd to smile politely, and bow. "I just wanted to see how you were doing so far on the project, and to see where you live. I honestly don't go out as often as I should." His smile never reached his eyes, something that didn't click right with Amber. To her it ment something bad, he couldn't be trusted.
"That's alright. Here come in where it's warm." Once he came inside, everything even the fire seemed ice cold. "Where is your wife and son?" Vlad inquired, a spark lighting in his eyes.
"They're at a gathering. My adoptive daughter is here, though." Vlad looked into her direction. She noticed that he was studying her, so she just pretended to not notice. Both men walked into the living room, the hair on her neck standing on edge.
"This is Amber. Amber, meet my boss Vlad Dragulia." "Please, call me Vlad, and it's a pleasure to meet you."
"Likewise Vlad. Likewise," was all Amber could say.