"Someday will find it, the rainbow connection, the lovers, the dreamers and me." - Rainbow Connection by Kermit the Frog
Lyall's Pov
The moment I voice those words the dog went crazy… as in crazy happy. He just jumped on me and pushed me down to the ground, licking my face. I gasped at the impact but then laughed as the rough tongue licked my cheeks. "Ahaha! Stop that tickles!" I laughed. After a good few licks it finally got off me. I stand up wiping the drool off my face whilst the dog gave me a big smile wagging its tail back and forth.
I giggled. "Well… so long boy." I waved goodbye. I started walking towards the exit of the park. I turned my head to look behind to see if the dog was still there. It wasn't. I turned my head forward and stopped. I sighed and was about to press forward until I felt a nudge on my leg. I looked down and saw the black dog right at my side. My eyes wided for a moment in surprise.
It looked up at me with the biggest tooth smiled. I tried walking again but he followed. I stopped. "No. Stay boy. Don't follow me." I said to him. I walked again but still heard the patterning of paws. I stopped again irritated. I looked down and this time the black dog gave me a smirk. I glared at him. "No. Stay." I pointed at him. He frowned, his ears dropped as well as his tail. I walked again and just when I was at the exit, I made the mistake of looking back. The black dog look so cute and sad. Just sitting there looking down like he was about to cry.
My heart melted. I sighed and turned back around. Once I was near the dog again it perked up and smiled at me. I kneeled down and pet him. He purred to my touch. His fur was soft as silk and he was so warm you though he was an over sized oven. "Alright. You can come with me." I said in defeat. He was just to cute. I got up again and headed to the exit only this time I wasn't alone.
(Week Later)
No Ones Pov
"Oh! You mut! You get back here!" An old woman yelled. A black dog jumped out of a two story building with a piece of meat in its mouth, landing on a dumpster then pavement, running off without a trace. After getting out of the city of London the black dog ran all the way to Hampstead. Just on the outskirts of the city. There he went through dirt roads and fields. He didn't stop to eat or drink till he stopped at a particular house. This house was ancient looking. Red brick walls with black roofing and two chimneys on each side. White painted windows of 12, both from top to bottom. The house also came along with a beautiful garden of tulips and roses. This was the Fenton House.
A beautiful 17th century house now abandon. The dog went through one of the open windows and into the living room. The living room was furnished with old oak couch with knitted flower cushions. A glass cabinet full of untouched glass cups. A small wooden table and a fireplace. The dog walk though the carpet of the living room ro the couch where laid a sleeping Lyall. She was wearing her brown boots that have been worn and fading of color, her jeans that are ripped, her once white sweater is now dirty and smudged with mud and a beanie hat. Her cloths may have been dirty but her beauty was still their. Her skin did not have a touch of dirt and her auburn hair was tangled but still vibrant. She looked so peaceful while she was sleeping but it was time for her to wake up.
Lyall's Pov
I felt something wet press against my cheek. I tired to push it away but it kept poking and poking. I opened one eye and saw Dracula with his mouth wide open and tongue sticking out and tail wagging in excitement staring back at me. I glared at him. The reason I call him Dracula is because he looks like the vampire Dracula only in dog form."You just had to wake me up." I mumbled. I sat up stretching out my body till I heard a satisfying crack.
My wounds were healed a week ago but I lost a lot of weight over the week to the point where… well you know. I turned to face Dracula and pat him on the head. "A lot has happened over 1 week." I thought. I looked back on how we ended up here. For 3 days I lived in motels with Dracula and not once could I find a job. They wanted girls who looked pretty and healthy, sadly I was none of those. I lived off on water and bread, trying to save as much money as I can. With what little water and bread I had I gave to Dracula.
He would look at me with sad eyes and shook his head and left with the food and water untouched. He would leave for the day and come back with food in his mouth. It was either chicken that he stole from the barns in the countryside feathers and all or other meats he stole from butcher shops right here in the city. At first I didn't touch what he given me but with enough whining and barking and a nasty knock on the door from the landlord telling me to shut the dog up, I finally accepted his gifts of food.
After the 4th day of no work the landlord kicked me and Dracula out on the street. For the last 3 days of the week Dracula has never left my side. Sleeping on sidewalks or cold stone stairs along with other homeless, begging for a few pounds or even a scrape of food, shivering from the cold with only the warmth of Dracula. I cried every night, thinking if I was going to die either from starvation, the cold, or my father who would find me , rape and kill me.
But in my time of doubt or just plain giving up Dracula wouldn't let me. He would push my body or nip at my leg or fingers, urging me to keep moving. We left London and end up in Hempstead. It was a beautiful landscape but you can tell from the large and beautiful house that this place was made for the wealthy. I couldn't stand sleeping on the cold ground anymore. I even collapse once from exhaustion. It was on a dirty road. It was raining heavily. I was soaked to the bone and shivering from the cold. Once night came and everything was pitch dark. I felt my body turn hot, my vision became blurry, and I was breathing rapidly like I was drowning. Then finally I fell. Dracula was so worried he kept barking and whining, even tried to drag me by the arm. I wasn't fully unconscious but some parts I kept blacking out.
There was one part where I felt like I was being carried by two strong arms. It made me feel safe and secure. And it scent smelled of sweat, earth, rain and tiniest hint of blood. It reminded me of Vlad. The way his warm arms would hold me, how his scent would overpower me, his deep husky voice would send shivers down my spine. Oh how I wish I was able to see his face. I tried to open my eyes but they were glued shut. And I blacked out again.
The next time I woke up I was in a soft, feather bed in a room that looks like it has not been touched for generations. I sat up and looked down to the end of the bed and saw Dracula sleeping. I notice that I was no longer in my wet clothes but in my white nightgown. I look to my right and saw that my bag was open on the floor. "How strange?" I thought in confusion. I felt my head and knew I had a fever but when I went to touch my forehead a cold cloth fell into my lap. I look down at the cloth and touched it delicately. "Who help me? Us?" I whispered while looking at my dog. I never found out.
I was brought out of my daydreamer when I felt Dracula lick my face. "Yuck!" I said giggling. I looked down and found a piece of ham on the floor. I looked at Dracula accusingly and he just gave me the biggest smirk. I smiled and gave him a hug. "Your the best friend I ever had." I mumbled while hiding my face in his fur. He just put his head on my neck and hugged me back.