Anna awoke to find herself back in Dracula's bed. Though now that she had time to look at her surroundings she realized that she was not in the icy fortress she was in before. He must have moved me while I was asleep the night before. She thought. The room was a lot like the other one but there was a giant window which looked on to a small town, which she knew was Budapest. She was once again in Dracula summer palace. She wondered why she did not notice that before. "Because you were too busy trying to kill yourself!" Dracula said bitterly from above. "What are you doing up there? Why am I alive?" She said startled and confused. "Because I saved you." He said modestly. "What? Why would you do that? I thought you would be glad the last Valerious was dead." She said trying to conceal the pain in her voice. Dracula sighed. "Could we please stop fighting?" He said wearily. Then two women came into the room wearing cute maid outfits. One was very petite with her chocolate hair in a short, adorable hair cut. She looked only fifteen though something told her she was much older. In her arm were mountain of measuring supplies and clothing sketches. The other one was taller and has long stunning hair that was the same color as the other ones. She was carrying a tray filled with a mountain of food that she guessed was for her. "Hello master, do you like the new maid outfits I designed?" The petite one asked curiosity burning in her eyes. "Yes, they are lovely. You never cease to amaze me." He said making her pale face flush until it was scarlet. "Who are they?" She asked before she could stop herself. "Anna, these are two of my servants. Their names are Gwyneth…." He said pointing to the petite one. "And Tiffany." He added pointing to the taller one. They both curtsied at the mention of their names. "Hello, mistress." They said together respectably. Then the taller one walked over to her setting the breakfast she had on the bed next to her. "Mistress?!" She said incredulously. "That is what we call all of Dracula's brides." Gwyneth said, as if everyone knew that, except for her. Her hand went straight for her neck. She sighed with relief when she found no bite marks. "I did not turn you…." He said hurt painfully clear in his voice, almost making her feel sorry for him. "Then why do you think of me as his bride?" She asked Gwyneth. "We just assumed…. Dracula doesn't usually wait…." Gwyneth trailed off after seeing the glare her master was giving her. "Oh…."She said, wanting this awkward conversation to end. "Is that all I can do for you, Master?" Tiffany asked, looking as if she wanted to get as far away from this place as possible. "You may leave Tiffany." He said clearly irritated with his servants. "So why you here, Gwyneth?" She asked, wondering what all the stuff in her arms is for. "Gwyneth is here to measure you from for some new clothes because your clothes are very worn out." She said looking at her clothes. She looked at herself; her once beautiful and stylish riding clothes were ripped and torn from when she was a werewolf. "I will leave you to get measured." He added jumping down from the ceiling. Taking one last look at her he walked out the door. "So why did you, really think I was Dracula's bride? She asked, knowing she was hiding something. "Well he has been talking about for years, saying how beautiful you are and how you would make the prefect bride." Gwyneth said honestly. "I guess I have always been a prize to him." She said sighing. This just confirmed what she had been taught to believe. "Well come on, let's get this over with." She added trying to lighten the mood. She stripped out of her old clothes while Gwyneth got out a tape measure. She measured silently in about one minute it was already over. "You are very good at what you do." She said, complimenting her. "Thank you, Mistress." Gwyneth said. "Please call me Anna." She said very uncomfortable with the title she had been given. "Alright, Anna." She said very confused by her mistress's discomfort. After she left Anna got dressed. Once she was fully dressed she wondered where Dracula was. She decided to look for him. She walked down the dark hallways until she found Tiffany. "Tiffany, where is Dracula?" She asked. "Oh, he is in this room right here." Tiffany said, pointing to the door behind her. "Okay." She said reaching for the door. "Wait!" She cried out but it was too late. By then she had opened the door and there right before her eyes was Dracula in nothing but his underwear. She marveled at how handsome he looked. He has a perfectly sculpted chest, like you see on the statues in an art museum. He is white like marble. When he saw her he stood perfectly still, so he actually looked like a statue. "Sorry…." She stuttered. Heat rushed to her face. She felt lightheaded and then everything went black.
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Dracula saw her falling and quickly rushed to her side, catching her before she could hit the ground. "Why do women always faint when they see me in my underwear?" He asked puzzled. "Because you're sexy! And you got a great body." Tiffany said as if it was common knowledge. He sighed, bothered by this compliment. "Could you please go, Tiffany?" He said exasperated. "Yes, Master." She said in her usual smart-aleck way. Then she scurried away like a mouse from a cat. He looked upon Anna's beautiful face. "What am I going to do with you?" He thought aloud. "You're going to give her to me, that what you are going to do." Answered a deep, rasping voice. "Ares is it that time already." He said setting Anna down and turning around. "Yes the Satan wants her, now." Ares said unfazed by his master's lack of clothing. Dracula clicked his finger and was fully dressed within seconds, and then he lifted her body, and gave her to this…. Demon. He tried to show no emotion, because if there is one thing his father taught him was to not show your feelings in front of your enemies, the demon took her roughly, waking Anna. Then they went up in flames, Anna started to screech a horrible bloodcurdling screech. Then they disappeared leaving Dracula alone with a bad feeling about this.