Dracula paced in front of the fireplace. It has been three hours since his father had talked to him and he was starting to get worried. Suddenly Satan appeared before him, carrying Anna. As he got closer he noticed that she had only a cape wrapped around her. He got close enough to the point that if he didn't stop they would have collided. He stopped. "Here, son. I think I have taught her a very effective lesson." He said, handing her to him, looked around the room nervously, and then disappeared. Strange he looked like he was afraid of something…. He wondered, but lost his train of thought when the smell of blood reached his nose. He looked at her and saw that her hair was matted with blood. He pulled off the cape, and gasped in horror, as he saw how his father had mangled her beautiful body. He ran his finger along all of her wounds healing them instantly. When she was fully healed he laid her gently on the bed. "Gwyneth." He called. Soon the door opened and she walked in. She looked from Anna's naked body to Dracula irritated expression. "What is going on here?!" She said bewildered look on her face. "Anna went to hell and her clothes burned off…. Will you please dress her?" He said, very annoyed. "Alright." She said. Then he got up and left so he could think of way he could destroy his father.
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Anna awoke in Dracula bed once again. She sighed with relief. I was just a dream…. She thought, but as she tried to sit up, she felt agonizing pain where the whip connected with her abdomen, and she realized it wasn't a dream. After she realized this she noticed she wasn't the only one in the room. There standing the corner was Gwyneth looking thoughtful. "Hello, Gwyneth." She said as pleasantly as possible. "Are you in pain Anna?" Gwyneth asked, look of concern on her face. "Yes, but don't worry, I am alright." She said, not wanting to make a fuss. "Dracula." Gwyneth called. He appeared a second later. "Is Anna awake yet? Is she alright?!" He asked franticly. "Calm down Master. She is alright but I think she needs another healing." Gwyneth said reassuringly. Suddenly he turned around, walked towards her, and gently placed his hands on her abdomen. "Count, what are you doing?!" She said startled, then sighed as a feeling of relief rushed through her body. "Feeling better now?" He smirked, lightening the mood. She looked away, and said nothing, in fear of saying something that she never wanted to say, that she loves him. "Anna, could you please say something?!" He pleaded. Suddenly the pleading look on his was replaced by one of anger. He got up, walked to the door, opened it, and stood there. "You may look around the castle if you please, just do not leave." He said then slammed the door behind him. "Why is he angry at me?" She asked hurt and confused by his attitude. "He isn't angry at you…. He is angry at everyone but you." Gwyneth said. "Whatever. Could you please help me up, because I don't think, I can get up by myself…." She asked somewhat embarrassed. She felt so weak. Then Gwyneth quickly appeared next to her and held a hand out to her. She took it, with a tug of her hand Gwyneth sat her up, then she scooted to the side of the bed, and got off. She stood up and went to mirror to see how she looked after that terrible experience, she gasped at what she saw. Her hair was matted in dry blood from Satan blow to the head, she had a long mostly healed gash along her abdomen, and she looked complete wreck. "This, is what he was angry about." Gwyneth said, as if it was obvious. "Could you please draw me a bath?" She asked, somewhat in a daze. "Sure, whatever." She said in a sing-song kind of voice. Then she left to draw the bath.
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As Gwyneth was drawing a bath for the battered Anna, her master voice came into her head. "If Anna leaves this room, fallow her, make sure she doesn't leave, and at eight pm bring her back to my room." He said hint of mischief in his voice. "What are you going to do?" She thought, concerned about her master's intentions. "Well me and my father were thinking of ways to show Anna I love her, and I came up with the prefect way." He said somewhat lost in thought. "What way is that?" She thought, questioningly. "You'll see." He said vaguely, and then there was silent. Then she realized the water was still running and turned it off them went to get Anna.
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Anna was thinking when she was interrupted by Gwyneth. "Your bath is ready." Gwyneth said, looking worried about something. She wouldn't ask. So she went in to the bathroom and slipped out of the satin gown she was in when she woke up. The bath was already filled with salts and bubbles, so she slipped in and relaxed for the first time in years.
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Dracula went into his library and searched for a book he hasn't read in four hundred year, the summoning book. He read the incantation aloud; soon his father appeared before him, in human form. At the sight of his father he grew infuriated. He hurt Anna, his Anna, and now he was going to pay. He shifted and flew right at his father chest, knocking him down. As Satan lay on the ground surprised, Dracula clawed at him, making him roar in agony, then Dracula kicked him in the right side of the chest, making three distinct holes in his weak human flesh. Then his father disappeared. He felt a hand seize both his wings with great force, tearing them. He roared. "Are you done yet." Satan said, as he healed. "You bastard! You hurt Anna, my Anna. The only women I have and ever will love." He said, angrier than ever. "Yes I hurt her, but I also taught her a very good lesson." Satan said, as if it were the millionth time he has said it. "Cut the crap, father!" He said trying to stay calm, but failing miserably. "It is not crap son! Do you know why she was quiet around you today?! Because she was afraid to tell you how much she missed you! How much she LOVES you! Sure I hurt her! But I helped her more than you ever have!" Satan said nastily. Then Dracula felt the hand holding him, release him. When he looked up his father was gone. He checked the clock, it was ten minutes till eight. He walked over to his room to see Anna. He walked in, to see Gwyneth alone in the room. "Where is Anna?" He asked, angrily. "She is taking a bath." She stated simply. "I'll go check on her." He said then walked to the door and knocked on it. "Anna, are you alright?" He asked, concerned about her. He heard a soft sigh from the other side of the door. "What do you want Count?" She said wearily. "Just making sure you alright. Now could you please hurry up?" He said innocently. "Why." She asked nervously. "I have a surprise for you." He said mischievously. He heard the water drain, footstep on the ground, and the rustling of material as she got her clothes on, then the creak as the door opened. Then she entered. She was wearing one the new outfit he asked Gwyneth to make her. It was all leather and had two parts; one part was a black and red, cross between a bra and a corset that hugged her womanly curve beautifully, and showed just enough cleavage. The other part was leather Capri that was laced with red ribbon at the sides. The outfit was completed by long boots that almost went up to the end of the Capri . It looked absolutely stunning, and he couldn't help but stare. Once she noticed that he was staring, she glared at Gwyneth, who still standing in the room. "I am going to kill you." She growled. "Don't blame me! He is the one who made make it!" Gwyneth said pointing to Dracula. "So is this your surprise?" She said, somewhat disappointed. "No. Though it is lovely to look at." He said. "Well then, what is it?" She asked curiosity consuming her. "Take my hand and you will see." He said. Then he felt her warm hand grasp his.