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Ch5

Amira lay in her bed, staring at the red ceiling, thoughts whirling through her mind. It just seemed so unreal to her. How could this ever happen? Why me? A single tear spilled down her cheek as she realized she would never see her family or friends again. Ever. Though she had always secretly wished for Dracula to take her away to his castle it had never been more than that, a secret wish. She had been so sure that it would never happen that she just dismissed the wish whenever she thought about it. Oh god, why, why me? With that statement repeating in her mind over and over again, she drifted off into a deep dreamless sleep when the sun was just beginning to rise over the buildings surrounding the castle.

Amira awoke some time later, tangled in her silk sheets from tossing about during her sleep. She slowly arose, not particularly wishing to be out of bed but not wanting to lie in it for another moment. She rubbed her eyes and yawned before beginning to stretch to loosen her muscles. Just when she finished her stretches someone knocked tentatively on her doors.

"Come in!" She had to shout to let herself be heard. A serving woman opened the door slightly and poked her head through.

"Master is requesting your presence in the minor dining hall m'Lady." The serving woman cringed, as if expecting Amira to hit her.

"You can tell Master to piss off and that his darling Amira will come down when she feels like it." She spat venomously at the serving woman.

"Master thought you would say that," The serving woman visibly trembled as she replied, "he also told me to remind you that you are still his slave, therefore you must obey his every request. However, he said that he will wait until you have prepared yourself. He also said that it would be wise to come for he would be angered if you do not."

Amira forced herself to calm down and said in a more polite manner, "Thank you-" she was cut when she realized the serving woman had already fled. Are all of the servants around here afraid of me?

She promptly went to the bathroom and sank into the steaming water after taking off her clothing. She made herself bath her body very slowly; she was feeling rather rebellious and was determined to make the count wait as long as possible for her arrival.

Amira was feeling quite satisfied with herself, she had lolled about in the tub until the water got cold and then brushed her wavy locks of hair for several more minutes before spending a long period of time picking out a dress. She was feeling rather devious along too so she picked out very revealing attire. She wanted to taunt Dracula as much as possible before he bit her and she would be under his control. The top she chose had a corset that pushed up her breasts, making her cleavage quite noticeable. A servant of course helped her put it on. The skirt that went with it was also revealing; it was dark red, just like the top, with a slit that went up to the middle of her thighs, showing off her shapely legs. Her hair fell around her shoulders and down to the middle of her back.

When she looked in her mirror she realized something; she looked almost exactly like Anna. The only thing that was different was the hair color. She quickly turned away from the mirror for she was disturbed for some reason by the fact that she did.

Right before she was going to leave the room she turned around and picked up her scimitar from the dresser and strapped it on. She was actually growing fond of it.

Amira strode into the dining hall to find Dracula looking arrogant as always. He was leaning in a chair with his shining black boots propped up on the table and his eyes close.

"I'm glad you finally made it, my precious," the count announced, his eyes still closed, "I was beginning to worry that you did not heed my warning." He smirked.

"Of course not Master!" Amira exclaimed in a mocking voice. "I would never ignore Master's wishes!" Dracula opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling.

"Do I detect a hint of sarcasm in your tone, my dear?" When he finally looked at her his eyebrows climbed quite high and his eyes turned dark blue. Amira smirked at his reaction.

"What? Oh, are you looking at me?" It was her turn to smirk now. Dracula opened his mouth as if to say something but instead flashed her a brief smile.

"Yes, actually I am." He replied. "Have you already given in to me, my dear? I was hoping for more of a challenge." He tilted his head to one side with a look of mock unhappiness on his face.

"I'm afraid not, Count." Amira strode over to the table and grabbed and bright red apple from a copper bowl before sitting down. "It will take more than a few kisses to win me over." She held the apple up to her eyes and examined it for bruises before biting into it.

"How did you like it?" He questioned.

"Like what?" Amira quirked an eyebrow.

Dracula smirked. "My kiss of course."

Amira shrugged. "It was alright. I've had better."

"Oh really? From the way you slumped into my arms I thought it was better than 'alright'." Dracula's smirk deepened.

Amira took another bite out of her apple before grimacing and putting it down. "The copper makes apples taste odd you know?" She looked into his eyes, "Perhaps you are losing your touch? I didn't exactly slump on purpose. I was just… caught off guard. That's all"

"Perhaps I am. Maybe I just need a little more practice." He moved his legs off the table and leaned across the table so they were only inches apart. "Would you like to help me regain my skills?"

Amira sneered at him and stood up. "I'm afraid I will have to decline. I have better things to do than make you a better kisser."

She was beginning to walk away when Dracula called to her. "Like what? You are my slave and I have not assigned you to do any work for me. You will have nothing better to do than walk around the castle."

"I would much rather do that than kiss you." She continued to walk toward the doors.

"Amira, my dear," he called. Amira stopped and took a deep breath to calm herself before turning around.

"Yes?" She asked in a sickly sweet voice.

"I'm not finished with you yet." And without further notice he disappeared from the chair and reappeared behind her. Unfortunately for him, Amira was expecting this and immediately elbowed him as hard as she could in his stomach. Dracula grunted with shock and actually staggered and fell over.

Amira walked over to him and placed her hands on her hips. "Don't you ever, ever, try to seduce me again." She hissed. She promptly spun on her heel and swiftly exited the room.

Bad idea. Bad, bad idea. Amira immediately began regretting her actions. Now he's going to be pissed at me. She began to wonder what he would do to her. I'm such an idiot! She walked into her room with a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach.

Amira was walking towards her bed when a deep voice with a Romanian accent called to her. "Amira!" She turned around to see a very disgruntled count leaning against the large door. Amira took a step back when she saw his eyes, they were electric blue, it seemed as if sparks would start flying from his eyes at any moment. His fangs began to show as he took a step towards her. "I should bite you right now for you insolence!" His voice sounded very inhuman. Amira was about to take another step back when she realized something, she couldn't let Dracula walk all over her like this. She straightened her back and look defiantly into his eyes, pretending she was not afraid even though she was really terrified out of her wits.

"Do your worst to me, Count." Her eyes narrowed as she crossed her arm beneath her breasts. "You should not have seduced me last night Dracula. I will not let you do it again."

"You forget you place Amira! You are still under my power, and I will tolerate this sort of behavior!" He hissed at her. "I will do what I please with you."

"I won't let you treat me this way."

Dracula disappeared and rematerialized behind her, quickly catching her arms before she could hit him. He had calmed down to some extent so his voice was more human when he whispered in her ear. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish you for this, my precious."

His grip tightened and he materialized them both into a dank dungeon. A single set of large, iron chains were set on the wall to hold a prisoner's arms above their head.

Dracula forced Amira towards the chains. He quickly locked the shackles around her wrists before she could begin struggling. The shackles cut into her wrists, causing sharp pains to spike through her arms. Amira could barely touch the floor below her, but even in her present state of helplessness she stared defiantly at Dracula and smiled grimly.

"I will not give in to you Dracula. I will not."

Dracula chuckled at her defiance. "In good time you will. I am overpowering my dear, you cannot win. You will eventually succumb to me. I have all the time in the world." And with that statement echoing throughout the chamber Dracula vanished.

Amira hung her head in sorrow. "I'm not giving up without a fight!" She whispered fiercely to herself.