Chapter 8
"Get off of me!" Anna snapped as she shoved Dracula away. "Leave me alone!"
"Oh, Anna," he sighed, shaking his head. "What am I going to do with you? One minute you cry like a child making me pity you, next minute you're fighting me and being rude. That's hardly good for a descent conversation."
"What do you expect, Count?" she snapped. "You've been chasing me around and nearly raping me so I think I have a right to be angry!" Dracula rolled his eyes.
"I wasn't going to rape you," he said. "I was just scaring you. Fear often tastes better than….pleasure." Anna rolled her eyes in reply.
"It's hard to believe that those words are coming out of YOUR mouth!" she said. Dracula smiled as he reached out and brushed her hair away from her throat.
"Unless you'd rather we-"
"No!" snapped Anna. "I'm not a sick person like you!" Dracula clicked his tongue.
"Stressed from our games already are you, Anna?" he asked. "Then it looks like I'll have to do a different one. This one instead of requiring skills in your strength will require skills of the mind."
"What
do you mean?" asked Anna, not quite understanding what he said.
Dracula's eyes gleamed.
"It means that I'm going to put you to sleep and I'll be in a dream that you will have," he said. "You could call it a game dream I suppose." Anna took a step back but found herself trapped in Dracula's gaze. His eyes began to glow hypnotically, commanding her to sleep. "Sleep now and let the games begin again." Anna fell asleep in Dracula's arms.