The horses galloped as fast as they could, but the brides were gaining on them, swiftly dodging branches and other things. Jenna and Marissa were trying to help Amber, who had the large piece of wood stuck deep into her arm. Amber cried aloud as it finally came out, even more blood was rolling down her porceline arm. She held back the tears, but they came, the pain was too much. Marissa held her, trying to calm her and telling her everything would be alright. Amber didn't believe a word, she couldnt. Was it a mistake to say what she did to the count, and why had his emotions changed? She was only stating the facts, ones he needed to know, ones someone had to tell. Jenna had ripped a fabric and wrapped it around Amber's arm to stop the bleeding until they got home. Jacob was at a loss for words. He couldn't believe it. Though it was just a giant hunk of wood, the damage it had done to her arm was startling.

The ride wasn't over though, the brides were overhead, cackling and snickering. Aleera smiled, her fangs bared. "Time to end this." The three brides laughed in unison, and it gave chills to everyone below, even Daniel who was driving. They flew down to the coach at full speed, their sharp nails ready to rip them all to pieces...until Marishka hit a tree. (lol, had to do it, I'm sorry) The brides were dumbfounded. "What the..? How could that happen?" verona inquired.

"I have no idea."

"Must be another blonde moment!" Jenna screamed out the window. Verona and Aleera hissed and returned to their attack form.

"You just had to do that didn't you?" Amber asked, her red eyes staring at her.

"What? I couldn't help it. It's in my blood."

"Why the blood?" Jacob snickered.

Marissa told them to be quiet as the brides were just about ready to grab Daniel, which they did. He screamed as they carried him higher into the sky, laughing. As they had gotten past the trees and started to leave, Verona said, "The master shall be very pleased to see you again. It's a shame that your family will not survive the gap that they are headed for."

"No! No!" was all Daniel could do as they flew away, Marishka's talons digging deep into his skin.

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"Jacob get up there!" Marissa screamed.

"No mom. Why not Jenna?"

The bickering continued between the two as Amber sat back and watched them. All they were doing was arguing about who was going to save them, who this, who that. It was driving Amber insane until she finally screamed, "Shut up already!"

Amber climbed gently out the door, trying not to lose her footing, and pulled herself into the drivers seat and making the team of white horses turn left, away from the giant gap that was said to lay ahead of them. They were safe for now, but there were so many questions in her head as well. Why hadn't the brides finished the job? Why had they taken Daniel? Why did Dracula have mood swings like a girl would have PMS? These questions wouldn't be answered, well not for the time being.

She regreted what she had said, and yet at the same time she could care less. Dracula had given her attention, attention she never got. She felt bad at first, then angry, then miserable. Amber's arm started to hurt very painfully, and she stopped the team for a while. She looked up to the sky as her hand held her wounded arm, she looked up at the stars and screamed, "WHY?"

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Dracula was not happy at all. First it was the fact that Amber had the journal and had gotten rid of it, second she had publicly humiliated him for saying those things, and third he might have...deep dpwn...in that little blac heart of his...have possible feelings for her, he wouldn't admit it, but he did. He sighed as he rubbed his temples with his cold fingers and sat down infront of a blazing fire, one he couldn't even feel warmth from. He had so many feelings at once : anger, confusion, possibly love. He heard the flapping of wings and knew they had gotten what he had commanded of them...or so he thought.

"Where is she?" he said trying not to scream at his brides for getting the wrong person.

"Master, she is probably dead, they went near that gap," Aleera stated.

"I don't give a shit, I know she is still alive! Do not fool me, and do not lie to me!"

The brides backed away in fear as the now weak Daniel tried to stand, but before he could, Dracula had grabbed his throat. Daniel struggled as the Count, emotionlessly, stared at him, his face blank until he spoke.

"You will pay."

Daniel tried to speak but he felt his oxygen suppies being taken from him, not as much by the count grabbing him, but by the fact that as he looked into the count's cold blue eyes, he felt himeslf being taken. Dracula not only could kill you by drinking your blood, but just by looking at you. The count didn't seem to notice he could do that, or if he was doing it at all. One of Dracula's servants gave him a black soft coat. He noticed it immediately just by the look and how her sent was on it. The count dropped Daniel to his knees as he studied the coat, feeling it's soft tecture with his nibble fingers, and then he noticed something in the right pocket. It was a piece of paper. As he read it, Dracula smiled. Oh what joy the world was in for now.

"I will have to thank Amber one day, well maybe when I meet up with her again."

Daniel blankly stared at the count, until he came forward and made Daniel stand.

"She has given my children life."