Vic froze, her body was numb of the cold and fright. Her heart was beating with adreniline, she wanted to run away, but she couldn't. Her breathing grew faster and she started to feel light headed. He still held her in his arms, his grip becoming tighter. She struggled, screaming, "Let me go!!!!" He laughed, his voice echoed into the dark eerie forest. She felt so afraid, so alone. This man was pure evil, and she needed to get away, she wanted to. Vic kicked, screamed, and tried to bite him, just to get away, far away.
Dracula: "Fiesty now aren't we?"
Vic: "Let me go!!"
Dracula: "I'm afraid not my dear."
Vic: "That's what you think, you bastard!"
She somehow riggled free of his iron grip and ran like hell. She could sense him behind her, very close. She tried to save her energy for when she really needed it, like if he was sooo close to her. Her stomach began to cramp, her heart was racing and pounding so hard it hurt. One of her legs began to give out, but she ran on. Branches slapped her in the face, giving her small scars, and her knee...it couldn't take the pressure. She finally stopped to catch her breath, which seemed like gulping in large amounts of air.
Vic was near the lake. She walked toward the shore, looking at the water. But you couldn't see it. Fog had covered it, a slight mist rolling on the small waves. She didn't like this, she knew she had to get away. But maybe he was gone, maybe he had gotten tired. But then she heard a twig snap in half, and before she could even react he was behond her again, right out of thin air.
Dracula: "THought you could get away, didn't you?"
Vic: "Let go of me..." she trailed off with a few tears streaming down her face.
He took his thumb and gently wipped the tear away. As much as he liked pain, he could never stand a woman's anguish. He held her in his arms, and slowly without her noticing, bit deep into her neck. She gasped and tried to scream, but nothing but a little cry came out. More tears rolled down her cheeks as she struggled. Then Vic felt herself...die. She knew it, she fought it, but it was no use. There was no use in fighting. There was no hope for her.
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Amaya woke up with a warm smile across her face as she streched her arms, then plop back down into the bed. She hadn't sleep so well in a while. She was finding herself everyday, finding this place even better than before. She was actually enjoying herself. When she opened her eyes again...she found that Vic was gone. Amaya shot up from her covers. Something wasn't right. She got up and woke Mina.
Mina: "Just 5 more minutes..."
Amaya: "Get up! Get up! Vic isn't here."
Mina: "Maybe she is already outside."
Amaya: "It's 9 o'clock A.M. You know how she is."
Mina: "You got a point, let's go find her."
Both got dressed and ran out of the room. Hardly anyone was up at this hour, so it seemed very diserted. Amaya and Mina briskly walked to the pool area, nothing.
Mina: "What's a faster way? This would be one place she would be at."
Amaya: "Com'on. Let's take the horses. SHe might be near the forest or lake...wherever."
Both ran to the stables, grabbed the gear and horses, and rode off. Black Knight seemed to know what was going on, porbably as much as the other horses. Amaya couldn't help but feel something dreadful, something horrible. She motioned her horse to a fast gallop. Mina was screaming, "Wait up!" Both were racing to find her, both seeming to have a bad feeling. They went to the forest first and went up the largre hills and trails. Nothing.
Mina: "Ok, ok. This isn't right. Where else?"
Amaya: "Let's try the lake."
When they did come up to the lake, it seemed eerily quiet. Nothing stirred as they appraoched. There were no birds chirpping, no cute little squirrels scattering about. There was nothing but the two of them. But as they came closer to the peer where some boats were docked...there lay Vic, sprawled out on the dirt and wood. Her hair was matted with blood, and her neck was covered in blood too. Amaya practicly leapt from her horse, and ran to her dead friend's side. She checked for a pulse, and knew it...it was too late. She wanted to scream 'Why!?!' but she didn't. Mina came beside her too, sniffling.
Mina: "is she...is she..D-dead?"
All Amaya could do was nod her head. Both started to cry for their fallen friend, both in dispair, but Amaya...oh was she pissed off. Why was it her friend? Why wasn't herself and not her friend? Why was this happening. Mina went to go get help, while Amaya stayed by her side. WAiting...waiting.
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Well, the next day was no fun for the camp at all. There was nothing but the stench of death. Amaya and Mina were quite for 3 hours, while everyone else by then was back to their happy normal selves. Amaya went outside at 9 P.m. Mina was aslep already, so she decided to go for a walk, not caring for her own life. If her friend could die, so could she. She walked that path toward the forest, but someone stopped her.
Dracula: "Well hello. Shouldn't you be inside?"
Amaya: "Could care less really."
Dracula: "So you're not afraid?" He was waiting for a yes.
Amaya: "No...I'm not afriad. If it can happen to her, it can happen to anyone, anytime, randomly."
He seemed to be taken aback, but tried to make things, less sad, less tense. He went up to her, and put his hand on her shoulder, gently rubbing it.
Dracula: "Why don't you go rest, hmm? Things will be better sooner or later my dear."
She nodded and went inside. And that's when Dracula felt something for the first time in his life. Guilt.