so Dracula's lil voice's name is Bob, ok...lol... So Dracula's thoughts are going to be bolded and Bob is going to be italicized. And I decided to skip to the Masquerade Ball...so enjoy and thanks for all the reviews
Finally the day of the ball was at hand. After days of planning and buying decorations, Dracula felt very accomplished. He sat in his chair, smiling and humming some random song. That little voice hadn't come to him in days, but he had to admit, most of he time the voice was right about a lot of things. Dracula had his outfit all ready and set; a red outfit with black boots and a black mask. As he sat, he spun around looking out the window again. And there she was, riding on that black horse with her friend right next to her. His smile got even bigger; tonight she was his, his angel of music. Whoaa!!! No, no. DOn't even think about it Dracula. Dracula snarled slightly, but then calmly put the voice away. Shut up Bob! No. Do you have any idea how you could hurt her? Um...No. Frankly I won't be. God, do you have the biggest ego I've ever heard of. SHut up! Fine...Don't listen to me. Finally... Dracula just went back to the usual business, but that voice wouldn't go away. Dracula pushed it and pushed that voice away from his mind until it was only a small whisper slowly leaving, hopefully never to return.
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AMaya and Mina were up to their usual before tonight. They had tried to put the thought of Vic away, but both remebereed how much she wanted to go, how she mentioned to saw, "What will we wear? What will I wear?" It was always funny in an unusual way. They tried to make things more pleasant, more laughable. More of a good time.
Both were riding the horses into the forest trail past Dracula's office. It seemed to get a little colder for July, maybe even a wintery feeling, but everyone seemed to shake the feeling off. As they neared the lake, neither Amaya or Mina looked at the spot where she died, both didn't even bother to look at the beautiful lake.
When they returned to their room after putting the horses away, both started to get ready for the ball. AMaya had to wait for Mina to get out of the shower so she could take one. Amaya sat near the window, humming a tune while reading her book after finally finding the page she was on. Finally Mina was out, so Amaya took her shower quickly. When Amaya came out, Mina was already dressed in her light pink dress that went a little above her knees. Her hair was in a ponytail with one wavy strand of hair in her face. Amaya dressed into her deep red dress that also went above her knees with her hair down and wavy. It was time.
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The hall that was also on the property of the camp was decorated in a sort of Victorian-Parisian time frame. The beautiful gold leaves that went down the spiral staircase to the dance room with the various paintings. A blood red carpet went down the stairs to the dance room as well, and suddenly stopped at the doorway. There wee gold, red, black tapastries and the air was filled with sweet smelling perfumes. There were elegant glasses filled with drinkable liguid of your choosing, and the music was just the normal typical music of this century.
Amaya and Mina were laughing and giggling with other girls and a few guys in a group near the left corner of the room. Suddnely the room seemed to grow quiet as Dracula came down the stairs in his red outfit and tight riding pants and black boots. He smiled as he came closer to the group Amaya was in.
Dracula: "Care for a dance?"
Amaya gently took his hand and soon the whole room was dancing to an unfamiliar song. It was more of a waltz. The room was filled with life and joy. Nothing could ruin the moment. Dracula bowe to his partner and she smiled. He was off to dance with someone else, she didn't really care. Amaya just went near the door that was opened to the outside with a glass of champiagne with a single cherry in it. The night was more peaceful than it ever was. Her parents were gone for half the summr already, and yet there was no word, no letter, no phone call. But it didn't bother her much.
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Mina and Dracula were dancing to regular music, smiling and laughing with a bunch of other teens. And then that little voice...You idiot!!! I thought you wee going to dance with her? You asked her out didn't you? Oh, wait...nevermind...this is what a cheater does...a loser...a monster. How many times must i tell you to go away and to shut up? A lot... And why does this matter? You don't like her... What?!? You don't like her you little giggalo! Errr...I just wanna smash that little pretty head of yours!! Dracula ignored that voice, well tried but was failing miserably. He tried to get away, he tried. But there was no escaping the voice in his head.
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Amaya was outside walking into the forest. She hadn't been able to since Vic died. She wanted to just get away from the party, get away from it all. She wanted to forget the memories, she wantd to go home. Something was telling her to sing, her to be free...leave all of this behind.
Say you'll share with me one
love, one lifetime . . .
Lead me, save me from my solitude . . .
Say you want me with you,
here beside you . . .
Anywhere you go let me go too,
That's all I ask of you...
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Dracula spun around, he heard something. It was so familiar to him, so enchanting, so enticing. He had to find that voice, that voice that sang. It's her...you r angel of music. Oh, wait...she's not yours since ya just left her there standing!!! Dracula knew the voice was right, it ws her. He ran outside, looking for her, but little did he know that someone was following him.
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Amaya heard footsteps behind her, and started to slowly retreat. What if it was the person who killed Vic and hurt the others? She turned around and walked right into Dracula's chest.
Amaya: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you."
Dracula: "That's ok. I just heard something that's all."
Both seemed to get silent, but Dracula couldn't help but stare at her neck. He snapped himself out of it, that little voice started to pop back into his head.
Amaya: "What's the matter?"
Dracula: "Nothing...it's just that I keep hearing the..
Both: "Angel of music inside of my head..."
Dracula and Amaya both looked at each other, and looked away, well she did while blushing.
Amaya: "I'm sorry, I just got that stuck in my head."
Dracula: "No, no. It's ok, really."
AMaya: "Well I'm gonna go, night."
She started to walk away, when she heard singing, someone she had heard before. When she turned around, it was Dracula. He had sang withher before, he ws the one holding her. He was there.
Dracula :
Past the point of no return -
no backward glances:
our games of make believe
are at an end . . .
Amaya:
Past all thought of right or wrong -
one final question:
how long should we two wait, before
we're one . . .?
BOTH
Past the point of no return
the final threshold, the bridge
is crossed, so stand and watch it burn . . .
We've past the point of no return
Stary-eyed, Dracula held her in his arms, holding her close, loving her, needing her. Amaya melted as soon as she came into contact with him. Both had found what they were looking for, both had found the angel of music.