A/N: OH SHIZZLE. I got twelve reviews. YAYAYAYAY! So yeah, you're getting a chapter extra early!
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Dracula did not return the night after their fight, but Amira was not worried in the slightest about his well being. Frankly, she did not care if he lived or died, though she knew that he would infact survive. She knew that he would probably end up killing some poor helpless family and wait out the infernal sun in their basement, probably sulking over the fact that she would still not give in to him. The thought made Amira smile, just imagining Dracula crying over something like this was very humorous. The thought of Dracula crying at all was so upsurd she laughed out loud. Like Dracula would ever cry. That caused Amira to frown, has Dracula ever cried? The memory of a single tear tumbling onto her face flashed through her mind, and her frown deepened. Where the hell did that come from? She touched the place where the tear had landed in her memories, and almost tried to wipe it away before she realised what she was doing. Amira smiled and shook her head before forcing her hand back to her side. She then continued to stare out the window in her room as she waited for Dracula to return. It had never ceased to rain, it was as if the weather itself knew that Dracula was angry, therefore it must rain.
"Waiting for me?" A voice asked, directly behind her.
Amira jumped but did not turn around. "Must you always sneak up on me like that?"
The count chuckled softly and replied, "It's the signature of a villain."
"You'd think that with those boots you always wear you'd make at least some noise on a stone floor."
"When you are a vampire you can make as little noise as you wish."
"I guess there are upsides to being a vampire then. You'd make great theives."
Dracula pretended to sound appalled as he replied, "Thieves? Never! Vampires steal nothing."
"Except innocent people's lives."
"They are not always innocent."
Amira finally turned around and said, "True, I suppose. But that doesn't really make it much better in my eyes. You are still killing, and I will be forced to do it as well."
"I am tempted to turn you right now just to show you how good it truly feels to sink your teeth into a someone's neck, whether they are innocent or not." Dracula's eyes were once more taking that brilliant hue that usually meant that he was getting angry.
"Oh but you've been doing so well at restraining yourself." Amira replied sarcastically, "Why spoil it now when the wedding is a mere five nights away?"
Dracula smiled deviously and said, "That is quite true. No, I will wait until our wedding night until I turn you."
Amira turned back towards the window as yet another bolt of lightening cut through the sky and sighed sadly before asking herself quietly, "Will it ever stop raining?"
"Not for you, I'm afraid." Dracula replied just a solemnly. A single tear escaped Amira's eyes and slowly trickled down her cheek and reached the tip of her chin before falling down to hit the floor.
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Damn that girl...No, damn that woman. Dracula paced back and forth in his chambers, on the ceiling of course. "God damn her!" He shouted to the empty room.
"Yelling at nothing again Vladislaus?" Called a voice from below. Dracula looked down at the direction of the voice and recognized Zane's small figure immediatly. He jumped from the ceiling to the floor and ignored the sense of vertigo that accompanied the swift descent.
"What are you doing here?" Dracula demanded furiously.
"Why, I'm just here to say," he took a deep breath and said in a sing song voice, "I told you so!"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Oh, you know exactly what I'm talking about." He replied, a toothy grin painted on his face. "You're falling in love with Amira! I knew you would." Dracula growled at him. "Oh don't get angry at me. I tried to warn you, but no, you had to ignore my cries!" Zane stood up straighter and adopted a romanian accent exactly like Dracula's, "Ha! I will never fall in love with Amira." He mocked and then continued on in a much more serious tone, "And look at you now. You're going to get yourself killed, you know."
"I have not fallen in love with Amira!" Dracula snarled. "That silly girl is nothing to me except a way for me to get my revenge."
"Then you have become blinded by this revenge!" Zane snarled back just as fiercly. "You have thrown yourself into so much danger Vladislaus, Amira is so very powerful, and she will kill you with it!"
"She will not! I have not turned someone since Annaiya, and Amira will never be able to overcome all the energy I have stored over these past centuries!"
"You are a fool, Dracula. And your foolish actions will be the death of you," Zane grinned and added, "Once again." And he dissappeared with that last phrase ringing in the air, and Dracula stood there, staring at the spot where Zane had just been.
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Amira went to bed that morning feeling sick to her stomach. Four days... A voice echoed through her mind, repeating itself over and over. Amira had contemplated attempting to escape one more time, but as she had wandered through the castles earlier that day, she discovered that the security had infact been heightened. Stiff looking gaurds stood at every entrance to the outside world, and when Amira had tried to talk to them they had merely ignored her. Four days... Amira fell asleep, the voice still calling out the same two words over and over again.
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Dracula fell asleep listening to a similar voice echoing through his mind as well, repeating the same two words until he thought it would drive him mad. He had begun doubting this plan soon after Zane had left, but whenever that voice drifted into his concience it was pushed down by another stronger voice, the voice of vengeance. That voice whispered words of sweet victory into his ear, telling him that once he married Amira all would be well, she would be under his control and his power would be even stronger than before. But still, that voice that doubted this plan still itched the back of him mind, telling him that this was a horrid plan, that everything would go wrong, that he would be killed if he let this go on. But Dracula stoutly refused to listen to it, knowing that if he did he would be accepting the fact that he had fallen in love with Amira, which could not possibly be true. No, he would ignore it, this voice that was trying to toy with his mind. And so he drifted into the realm of dreams, dreams filled with him triumphing over all with Amira at his side, staring at him with those beautiful green eyes, staring at him with love and lust and need. Four days...
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A/N: WELL FUCK. Another even shorter chapter! But guess what...the wedding is in the next chapter!11!seven! And not to worry, all will make sense when it rolls around:D And hopefully that chapter will also be like...freaking long! Haha.
Oh...and for ye who have figured out that I've just been throwing in this random character Annaiya in, check chapter 8. Oooh that's right, I've actually mentioned her before! I bet you're impressed now! Errrr...she was Dracula's first bride in Sarahland. Does anyone smell a new story coming on?
God, these author's notes are far too long, but I have one last thing to say. ARGH, review me beauties, and I shall give ye all some o' me booty! (It's talk like a pirate day...or it was a couple days ago at least. ;D)