Ah, fine I'll update.

Just for FACO. She is awesome - (and her story is totally hot :3)

Because other people are reading and NOT reviewing. NOT

it's called read AND review. not read and let's give no feedback.

GR.

Ahem.

Enjoy.

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Chapter 11: Surprise

Terra spent the rest of the night with Sita, ignoring a faint instinctual sense that she should at least tell the Count she wouldn't be coming back to his mansion.

But in the end, she and Sita ended up slumped in the comfy couch, fingers touching as they whispered together. Sita hadn't stopped teasing her about her being so close with a vampire.

The one thing that kept ringing in her mind was how he had saved her; plucking her mutilated body from the flames and taking her away, and then healing her.

He'd even managed to get her hair back, somewhat. It fell a few inches short of its normal place at her waist, but she didn't mind. It was less wild this way.

When Sita finally drifted off to sleep, Terra lay awake still. Her mind wouldn't shut down, no matter what she did.

Finally, she took an overlarge blanket from the back of the couch, draping it over her friend and taking another to wrap around herself. She walked silently to Sita's balcony doors, sliding the glassy panes open.

Her friend had a rich Aunt somewhere that doted on her, so she'd managed to procure this amazing place, complete with three bedrooms, kitchen, two bathroom, living room, and an outdoor balcony. It was almost like she had the whole floor to herself.

Terra leaned against the railing; it was low and some kind of wood. The night was pleasantly cool and a light breeze stirred her hair as she relaxed. Her eyes drifted shut.

Terra had no idea she'd fallen asleep until she got a rude awakening from the railing; which presented itself to her face with quite a thud.

Rubbing her nose and cursing, she looked around the balcony with bleary eyes.

Damn it. She'd forgotten about the Count. Did he know where she was?

"Of course I do." Terra jumped, clutching the railing as she felt a familiar cold hand brush across her arm.

"Hello Count," she said, voice dry. He placed a hand on his chest in mock pain.

"I'm hurt," he mocked. His voice became serious then. "Didn't you like my offer to stay with me?" His eyes were dark stars, and she stared at him, fingers kneading the blanket as she concentrated on not looking at his mouth.

"Sita wants me to stay with her," she surprised herself by saying. He nodded, but she could feel the faint disappointment rolling off of him. "I have to work again soon, so I can't really stay in a chateaux two hours out of town for the rest of my life."

A flash of some emotion crossed Dracula's face as he gazed at her, and she swallowed.

For the rest of her life.

"Couldn't you?" He asked, voice soft.

She shook her head, turning back to the balcony doors. She didn't resist though, when he pulled her away from the glass, into the moonlight, close to him.

They were both silent. It was ackward and Terra found herself blushing madly as she felt his hands almost imperceptably caressing her shoulders through her blanket.

"Um.. I meant to say- to thank you. For saving my life." She finished, feeling flustered.

He smiled. "You're welcome. It was my pleasure," and she did not miss the hidden meaning in those words.

"Yeah, well, I should go. I have a lot of things to do tomorrow." He nodded, but didn't let her go.

Terra swallowed the lump in her throat, determined not to let him kiss her.

But he didn't. He just held her, close to his chest, where she found his cool embrace to be even more desirable.

Oh god, she thought, miserable. She just wanted to take this guy somewhere and show her how much she really wanted him.

But she knew he wouldn't let her go. He would never let her go.

She pushed away from him, sliding the doors open. She heard a telltale clank and looked back; the count was half up on the railing, apparently ready to take flight.

He caught her gaze and grinned with a mischievous face. She blushed fiercely.

Then, just as suddenly, he dropped, vaulting off the railing.

Terra ran to the edge, peering into the darkness. Then a rush of wind pushed her back, and lit against the moon was a winged creature.

He was terrifying and monstrous; but the moon softened out his features, making him appear almost serene as he gazed back at her from black eyes.

Then he was gone, winging his way over Paris' skyline.

Terra shuffled back inside, feeling frozen now. Strange. She hadn't felt cold at all earlier.

Now her whole body was wracked with shivers, which she told herself was from the wind.

Her mind was telling her otherwise.

Shut up, she told it fiercely. Surprisingly, the little voice subsided and she lay down on another couch, opposite Sita.

She was getting married, Terra couldn't believe it. She and Cale had known one another for years and years. And suddenly they were the lovebirds, getting married and living together.

She wondered briefly what it would be like, to share another person's house, share a bed, forever.

Then pushed that thought away.

She didn't want to be tied down.

Sudden knocks echoed on the balcony doors, and she growled in frustration as she lifted her head from underneath the blanket.

What did Dracula want now?

She was shocked when she saw not Dracula standing outside; but Brett.

"Brett?" Terra whispered, bewildered. What on earth? How had he gotten here? And to the balcony?

Resolved to get her answers, she marched over to the door, sliding it open and closing it with a soft click behind her.

She glared venemously at him as he regarded her stoically.

"Well?" She demanded. Brett took her hands suddenly, and she frowned.

"What? Is something wrong?" Brett drew her close, and she was struck once more by how cold he was.

His breath shuddered in his chest and she felt his muscles clench as she hugged him.

"Brett, are you okay?"

He drew back, and their eyes met. She cried out when she saw that instead of their normal gray colour, they were pitch black- and filled with sorrow.

"Terra, I- I'm a vampire."

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Bumbumbum...

Someone's gonna be in trou-ble!!!!

Dracula??! Why am I the bad guy?

Hadasah: When are you not? -snorts-

Dracula: Wha- Agh.

Hadasah: -smirk-

Dracula: The only reason I'm not kicking your ass into the wall is because I know this has something to do with the-

Hadasah: SHUT UP!!!!! -shoves in closet- ahaha... trying to spoil the story huh?

Dracula: -muffled- Yes.

Hadasah: Too bad. They have to wait and read.

Dracula: Bitch.

0o 0o 0o...

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