Dracula walked into the dungeon cell and found Amira hanging limply by her arms. She looked so ragged that Dracula almost felt pity for her. The necklace he had given her glinted in the moonlight that was shining through a small window in the cell. He strode across the cell until he was just inches from her sleeping body. It had been a night since he had imprisoned her here. "Amira," he called softly to her, "wake up my dear." Her eyes slowly opened and she stared at Dracula for a few moments before it registered in her brain that the man before her was her captor and flattened herself against the wall. She was so weary from struggling against the chains for many hours she didn't even bother trying to look strong and defiant. "Although I would like to keep you chained up here longer, I am having a visitor here tomorrow and I would like you to meet him." He waved his hands at the locks to unlock the shackles and let her fall forward into his arms. Dracula picked her up and carried her away to his chambers.
Amira woke up to find herself sprawled in Dracula's bed, his red and black silk sheets tangled about her body. She immediately jumped out of it and landed on the hardwood floor. "Ah, you're awake"
She spun around to find herself face to face with Dracula. "Do you watch me while I sleep or something?" she snapped at Dracula, annoyed by the fact that he was almost always waiting for her when she woke up. Dracula opened his mouth to reply. "Don't answer that. I don't want to know." She shuddered at the thought of Dracula standing over her, gazing at her while she slept. He smirked.
"Your wrists are hurt. Give me your hands." Amira looked down at her wrists and realized that they were hurt. They had been cut from her struggles and were now swollen, red, and raw. She didn't particularly want to have Dracula touch her but she also didn't want to have the pain in her wrists continue so she held out her arms for him to take. Dracula held her hands and Amira gasped in shock as her wrists went numb while they healed. His touch was cool and felt good against her skin but she still pulled away the moment they healed.
"There, there, my love," he cooed, "Doesn't that feel better?"
"I still hate you." She whispered venomously, as she felt her anger slowly begin to build. "You are an arrogant, malicious demon and I hate you more than anything."
"And you are a stubborn, sulky little teenager but I do not hate you."
"Self-conceited bastard," Amira muttered. She crossed her arms under her breasts and turned her head away from him. "And I'm not sulky."
"Yes you are." He stated. "You're sulking right now because I punished you after you disrespected me."
"Well in that case I think I have a right to be sulky!" she retorted. "That punishment was cruel."
Dracula felt the urge to change the subject. "My visitor is coming soon." Amira's large green eyes darted up to Dracula's icy blue ones. She raised a thin eyebrow questioningly.
"Visitor?" She questioned. "And just who is this visitor of which you speak?" She did not like the prospect of having a visitor here, she had a feeling Dracula would feel the need to flaunt his power over her whenever the visitor was about.
"He is an old friend of mine." Dracula replied. "You must treat him with respect. I would be forced to punish you again if you do not." Amira felt her heart skip a beat in fear at the thought of having to spend another night in that dungeon. She had to force herself to not rub her wrists where the shackles had left those horrific markings on her wrists.
"Is he a vampire like you?" She wanted to know. She did not think she could stand having to watch herself for two vampires for long.
"No." He replied. He gained a thoughtful look on his face. "I must confess I'm not exactly sure what he is. I used to think he was a man, but he has been in this world longer than I and he knows nearly everything to know about, well, everything." Amira felt both her eyebrows climb in disbelief. "His name is Zane. He has a rather…" He hesitated for a moment, searching for the right word to describe Zane, "odd appearance." He left it at that. "I expect you to serve him and make sure he has what he needs."
"And when will he be coming?"
"Tomorrow." He replied. "No more questions." A smirk suddenly crossed his face. Now that they were done with that he was feeling rather devious. He disappeared and reappeared behind Amira and grabbed her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. Amira was completely unprepared for this and did not even have time to fight back.
Dracula began planting kisses on her neck. Amira wanted to move but she felt as if she felt as if she was frozen to the spot. She shuddered as a feeling of ecstasy ran through her entire body. The Count tightened his grip on her and pulled her even closer to him. Their bodies seemed made for each other, and it made Amira quite nervous.
"You taste even better than Anna," he whispered amorously. Amira felt his fangs graze her neck and jumped with shock. She managed to pull herself out of his grip and stand a few feet away from him. She held a hand up to her neck and felt for blood, there was none. She was about to sigh in relief when she realize Dracula was staring at her rather hungrily. His eyes had turned and electric blue color as his fangs continued to grow. Amira held up her hands as she backed away slowly.
"Dracula," she warned quickly, "I will not be of age for a few more weeks. You said you would not bite me until I was 18." She began to feel around for a door knob, not daring to actually look behind her. Dracula slowly advanced on her, that hungry look in his eyes growing as he neared her trembling body. Amira finally felt the door knob come into her grasp. She tightened her grip as she opened the door. She quickly turned around and ran out of Dracula's chambers and slammed the door shut behind her. The loud sound caused Dracula to come to his senses. His eyes change back to its normal piercing blue color and his fangs slowly disappeared.
"Just a few more weeks," he muttered to himself. "Just a few more weeks and she will be mine forever." Dracula composed himself before he opened his chamber doors. He looked about the hall for Amira. She was no where to be found. "Probably sulking in her room." He muttered to himself. "Teenagers." He strode off to feed, after tasting Amira he had grown quite hungry.
Amira was indeed in her room, though she was not sulking. She was sitting on her bed with her arms wrapped around her knees, staring at the ceiling. She had to think. She thought the ceiling was so pretty, after she had stared at it for some time. At first glance it just seemed to be painted one solid blood red color but after examining it from her bed she realized it was actually painted several different reds, the colors ranging from a deep red that could almost be considered black to a bright red the hurt her eyes if she looked at it for too long.
She followed the swirling patterns with her eyes.
She was thinking about her relationship with Dracula. He kept insisting that she was his slave and yet he constantly treated her just like a guest. Maybe I'm not really his slave. Maybe it's just a scheme to keep me from rebelling and attempting to run away from him again. And then there were those times when he just seemed want to kiss and flirt with her. He has been without a wife in over 100 years though. He's probably desperate for some sort of female contact. Amira shuddered at the thought. But the shudder was not just of disgust but now also of excitement and anticipation for their next intimate contact. But he's so frightening and overbearing sometimes! I'm not sure how much longer I can stand this! Amira covered her face in her hands. This was so confusing to her.
Amira felt the need to take a bath, she had been cleaned by someone after her imprisonment in the dungeon but she still felt dirty. She wanted something to do.
After taking her bath and dressing herself she decided she was going to search for a good book to read. She ventured a peek out into the hallway, not wanting to face the wrath of Dracula at the time. He was nowhere in sight. Amira walked briskly down the hall towards the library. She opened the doors and sighed, Dracula sat reading a book in an armchair in the middle of the library. Dracula didn't even look up when Amira entered.
"Come sit with me, my jewel." He called, still not looking up from his book. Amira walked slowly forward, her light yellow dress making a soft swishing sound against the floor. She sat down in the armchair across from him. She realized with a little shock that this was the same spot the two of them had kissed just two nights ago. "I am terribly sorry about my actions earlier today; I didn't realize how hungry I was until I tasted you." Amira stiffened for a moment. "Do you accept my apologies?"
"I do Dracula." Amira replied. She did not really want to meet Dracula's eyes; she was still a bit traumatized by the near fatal attempt Dracula had made on her life after "tasting" her.
There was an awkward silence between them until it was ended abruptly by a young serving maid rushing into the library. "My…Lord…" She paused in between breaths. The servant had run nonstop throughout the castle, searching for Dracula. "Zane…has arrived." She stood there with her hands on her knees, still trying to regain control of her breathing. "He's in the great hall right now, waiting for you."
"Hm…early as always." He muttered himself. "Thank you Aileen." Dracula stood and helped Amira to her feet. "Come, you must meet Zane." The two of them walked out of the library and headed for the great hall. "I expect you to curtsy when I introduce you to him." He told her. "You must always call him My Lord Zane unless he asks you to do otherwise and only then may you just call him Zane. He is very peculiar about that. When you curtsy don't make it too deep or he'll get upset but don't make it too short or he'll be offended. After you are introduced I want you to show you to his rooms which will be the guestroom closest to your own chambers." Amira was a bit bewildered by this sudden outburst of instructions she was too follow but she paid close attention to them. They soon came to the large oak doors leading to the great hall. "And please, for the sake of the devil, do not stare at him. It angers him greatly." Did Dracula just plead with me? She thought, confused. Dracula squared his shoulders and pushed the doors open. Amira's jaw literally dropped as she stared at the person standing before her.
A.N. Oooooh I just made a cliffhanger! Go me! Now you have to wait for the next chapter. Muahahahaha!
A.N. I'm afraid I wont be posting as much as I normally do..I'm banned from the computer so I'll have to get on late at night to finish my story. I do promise that I will finish my story...it will just take a little while. I'll try to make the chapters worthwhile so you wont have to wait forever for nothing. D:
A.N. I realise that I'm making Dracula seem like all he cares about is sex...which he doesnt. He just cares about it...well a lot. Besides, think about it from his perspective, he hasnt had sex in over a century and here comes this beautiful woman so he's jumping all over her. Ehehe. I'll try to lay off it more though. TRY!