Anna awoke from that nightmare to see Dracula sitting by the fire and food placed before her. She was starving! She hadn't eaten since the night that she 'died'. As she wolfed down her food she found it odd that he wasn't talking, at least he always said good morning, which she was somewhat thankful for. Now he wasn't talking at all. "Good morning." She said, needing some conversation, even if it is with him. "Huh…. Oh, hello Anna." He said, sounding agonized. "What wrong with you?" She asked curiously. "Anna, I know what happened between you and your father. I am so sorry for the trouble I have caused you. I love you, but all do is cause you is pain. I am deeply sorry." He said loathing himself. "Oh…." She said totally astonished. He was apologizing! She couldn't believe it! But how did he know that happened? "I was in your dreams." He said carelessly. "How many of dreams have you been in?" She asked nervously, remembering that in one she said something she never wanted him to hear. That she loved him. "Every one of them since you came here." He said. "WHAT!" She shrieked. "I also, heard what you said about me." He said smirking. "You invaded my privacy!" She screeched even louder than before. "Well when you don't tell me anything, I think I have the right to go into your dreams to keep you safe!" Dracula said raising his voice. Anna couldn't stifle her laughter. "Coming from the man who sent his brides after me ten times in one month!" She said. "I had nothing to do with that!" He said aggravated. "STOP LYING TO ME!" She said tears stinging her eyes. She ran to the bathroom. "Anna, I have never lied to you!" He said, hurt clear in his voice. "Yah, right." She scoffed tears streaming down her face. "Anna, please come out. Please don't be afraid." He said, trying to comfort her to the best of his abilities. "No!" She said pouting. "Okay, I will just wait for you." He said sitting on the bed, confident that she will cave and come out. "Fine, then." She said. She sat down; she felt something jab her bottom. She shifted slightly to the right and pulled a knife out of her pocket, her father's knife. The knife he gave her to protect herself, sadly it was going to be used for the opposite reason. She sat there and waited, knife in hand, for him to fall asleep.

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Dracula sat there on the bed, waiting. But soon he was starting to feel fatigued and exhausted. His eyelid began to droop with heaviness. Soon he drifted off to an unwanted sleep on the bed.

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Anna was absolutely silent, listening. Soon she heard soft snoring. She knew he was asleep. She looked at the knife. It glimmered in the sunlight streaming though the open window. As she looked at it she wondered if she was brave enough, or stupid enough to go through with it. She knew she had to, she couldn't live with him. She just couldn't, it went against everything her father had taught her. Her thoughts went back to that fateful day that she was first beaten by her father, there were many more beating after that, but they were less severe than that one. She stopped thinking about that and thought about how she would do this. She decided that she would kill herself by slitting her wrist, that way she could stop if she wanted, even though she knows that she won't stop it. She carefully lowers the knife to her left wrist, and swiftly made three tiny, deep cuts. Searing pain shoots up her arm, until a surreal numbness settled in and she felt the life slipping out with each drop of blood released from her wounds. She slowly slipped into a welcomed unconsciousness.

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Dracula awoke to the smell of blood, which made his throat burn with thirst. He bolted up from the bed and looked in the direction the tantalizing smell was coming from. There was a massive pool of blood underneath the door of the bathroom. As he looked at all that delicious blood his thirst almost consumed him but then he remembered that Anna had locked herself in there. "Anna!" He yelled, horrified by the amount of blood she has lost. It was silent the only sound was a small heartbeat, ready to stop at any moment. He rushed to the door and tried to open it, it was still locked. With one quick, strong turn of the door handle he broke it off and threw it to the side. The door sluggishly opened to reveal Anna, slumped on the floor and covered in blood. He moved quickly to her side and wrapped her in his arms. He found three deep cut on her left wrist he ran his fingers along them healing them instantly. Though she had stopped bleeding, she is still in critical condition. He looked at her chest, she wasn't breathing. He started doing compressions one her chest to get her to breath. Her eyes fluttered open looking around but seeing nothing. He put her under a sleeping spell. Then carefully lifted her up and gently laid her in the bed and under the covers. He snaps his fingers and everything was cleaned of the blood that covered it. Even Anna was now clean. He as swiftly and quietly as he could he slid under the covers next to her. After awhile Dracula started to carefully move closer to Anna, she began to move too. Dracula stopped afraid that she would wake and spew venomous words at him, but as her looked at her face he realized she was still asleep. He relaxed and let his guard down. She kept coming closer and closer until he felt her body press against his. He did not know if she was aware of his presence or not, all he knew was that he was enjoying the feeling being this close to her gave him. He lightly brushed away some of her dark, silken hair from her gorgeous face. Then he cautiously wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer, savoring this intimate moment. They stayed like this for a few minutes until the door silently and Eliza stepped in.

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Eliza could not believe her eyes. Dracula slept with that bitch, Anna! She thought angrily. She started to think of way to kill Anna. He looked angered by her murderous thoughts. She turned, quickly sensing the danger she was in but Dracula was quicker and grabbed her by the neck, making her wince with pain. "Anna is in enough danger as it is without you plotting to kill her!" He hissed. Then he walked down the many hallways her swaying in his hand with each step he took. She hoped he would be merciful, but since his father is the devil, she didn't expect it. As they past other servants they either looked at her with immense sympathy, or ignored her completely. Finally after what seemed like forever they came to a large metal gate. The metal was rusted and sharp. He pulled a large brass key that looked as old as the gate and slipped it into the keyhole and with the clunk of the mechanism, the gate groaned open. He walked in and dropped her on the hard, cold ground. "You will stay here until you learn a lesson. Goodbye." He said. Then he turned away from her, walked until he was out of the dungeon, locked the gate, and walked out of sight. As Eliza sat on the icy, rough ground of the dungeon she made a vendetta against that bitch, Anna, for taking the one thing that was rightfully hers, Dracula's heart.

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Dracula was very irritated and frustrated. The one time he gets an intimate moment with his beloved Anna and Eliza walks in on them! When he got his room he found his father sitting in one of his chair facing the fireplace. He was staring into the now blazing fire, mischievous on his face. "Hello, son." Satan said greeting him nonchalantly. "Father if you lay one hand on Anna, I will make your life a living hell!" He hissed, wanting to be alone. "Too late, it already is." He said chuckling sinisterly. "What do you want now?" He said, annoyed. "To teach Anna a lesson." He said. He saw the murderous glare his son was giving him. "By taking her to the dark zone and letting her experience the coldness and loneliness that death brings. Then I am sure she would stay with you." He said confidently. Dracula thought of the first time he had died and went to the dark zone. He shivered. "Do you promise that you will bring her back safely?" He asked suspicious of his father's intentions. "Of course. I would never harm my daughter." He said as innocently as he could. "Fine." He said, sighing. "I will send someone to fetch her for me. Goodbye." He and disappeared, again. He walked up a column and onto the ceiling. He looked on to Anna's beautiful face. What have I done! He thought. I just gave her to the devil!