I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER OR DRACULA!

LADY OF THE NIGHT:

CHAPTER TWO:

I groaned as I woke up the next morning, my shoulder and foot still throbbing slightly. I looked over, and saw an outfit laying on a sofa. I got up, and went over to examine the outfit. It was a long, medieval-looking light blue dress with white trim. There was also a pair of white shoes and a silver crucifix. I figured that Renfield must have got the crucifix, since it was pretty obvious that Count Violent wouldn't be able to handle it. I smiled as I put the crucifix on and felt for bite marks on my neck. None. Good. I left the room, and headed downstairs, running into Renfield on the stairs. "Oh! Hey, Renfield."

"Good morning, Miss Gabrielle."

"Um...Where's the kitchen?"

"Follow me." I looked around as I followed him into the kitchen. "So, is Count Violent asleep or something?" Renfield cringed. "What is it?" He winced, pointing behind me. "Um, Miss Gabrielle..."

A cold voice spoke just then, whispering in my ear. "I would not be asleep, as you so assume." I jumped nearly 3 feet into the air, startled at his sudden appearance. "GOD! Would you not do that!" He crossed his arms, frowning at me. "Girl, in this mansion, we are not what you would call big fans of any form of religion. And I would recommend that you never call me that again, if you wish to survive." With that, he turned and left the room. I stared after him. "Renfield?"

"Why do I suddenly feel freaked out by him?" Renfield chuckled. "He often has that effect on others, particularly the people he's hunting. He usually likes to torture them for a few hours before feeding on them."

While I was eating my breakfast, I looked over at Renfield. "Hey, Renfield."

"Yes, Miss Gabrielle?"

"I was kind of wondering...I found a book describing Dracula's history, and from the start, you've always been mentioned as his servant, and the book was started in the mid-1700s! What's up with that?" Renfield frowned, trying to find a proper way to explain it to me. " Well, Miss Gabrielle...it's rather hard to explain. You see, back when I first started working for the Count, it was the late 1600s. The Count wanted someone to be of...assistance to him forever, so he gave me immortality during the time he appointed me as his servant."

"Oh. I think I get it. Not many people get this 'immortality' thing, do they?"

"If you me do they receive the gift, or in some cases, curse of immortality, not many do. And they have to receive it from someone else." I frowned, mulling this over. "Huh. Renfield?"

"Yes, Miss Gabrielle?"

"Why did he let me choose whether or not I could leave? Why didn't he just kill me?" Renfield frowned, thinking for a second, then smiled. "You do remember Mina Harker, don't you?" I nodded. "She was the woman Dracula became obsessed with, right?"

"Precisely." My eyes widened. "You're not saying Dracula saved me because-"

"No. I'm saying he saved you because he saw potential in you." I gaped at him. "You're saying he saved me simply to make me a vampire?"

"Or simply immortal. I really do not know. I cannot figure out the workings of the Master's mind." We both looked up as there was a loud pecking at the kitchen window. Renfield walked over, opening it, and a small owl flew, dropped a letter in his hands, and flew out again.

I frowned, looking over at Renfield. "Renfield, what-"

"It has your name on it." I stood up so fast, I knocked my chair over. I ran over, grabbing the letter from him, staring down at it, then my hands began shaking. "This isn't possible. How could anyone possibly find me here?"

"Is it your family?"

"No. They don't know where I am." I stared down at it, completely stunned. "I-It's from Dumbledore himself. He wants to speak with me and Dracula, face-to-face." Renfield and I stared at each other, then stared back down at the letter.