Chapter 2
Beautiful soul
As he laid Aleera in her new bed Dracula picked up a violin and started to play. It sounded like the angels of hell were singing out loud.
Aleera slowly started to wake from her slumber. "What beautiful music" she said sitting up to find where the music was coming from. Dracula just kept playing. Looking closer she could see tears running down his cheeks. "Are you crying for me?" Aleera asked standing up and walking to Dracula. She whipped the tears from his cheeks. They where like ice, cold and hard.
Dracula stopped playing, put down the violin and walked out of the room. "did I do of say something to offend him?" Aleera thought to her self.
"Good morning darling. How about some pancakes with syrup." A sweat voice came from the door. It was Verona waiting for an answer. "Dracula wouldn't leave the room unless you woke up. All night he played." She said looking at the floor.
"Really, he did that for me? No one has ever done something that sweat. Oh yes, pancakes sound lovely thank you."
"Now go get dressed and the kitchen is just down the satires first door to the left." Verona said slowly leaving the room.
"Now what to ware?" right as she said that she looked around and sitting on her bed was a selection of brand new clothing all in her size. "How did these get here?"
"That was all me." Said a familiar voice. The voice of a brat who hated her, only one possible person, Merishka. "What, master's orders"