Dracula waited in the main hall, wondering if it had been wise to send Igor to fetch her. He smiled slightly; the girl would have come if he had sent a werewolf to get her. She was practically eating out of the palm of his hand. She would be his soon enough.
"And then, my pet, you will be under my power." He whispered.
"Sir?" A soft voice shattered his thoughts.
He turned around to see her standing at the top of the staircase. She looked beautiful, that dress had been a perfect choice. It had once belonged to Verona, but it had never looked as good on her as it did on Angel.
"Yes, my dear," He whispered, "In time you will know your fate."
She walked down the staircase and smiled, "I'm sorry I took such a long time."
"It was well worth the wait, my child." He took her hand and kissed it.
Angel felt her cheeks grow warm, "Oh, thank you. Was it you who left this dress for me?" She felt need to ask.
"I couldn't let you stay in those rags you were wearing," He said, taking her arm, "Besides, I figured a young thing like you should dress a little more appropriately for a dinner... like this."
He led her into a large dinning room with a long table in it. When Angel looked closer, she discovered that it was covered with different platters filled with every food imaginable. The smell of the food was intoxicating and made her mouth water. She hadn't eaten it days. The last time she'd eaten was over six days ago. He led her over to a chair, pulled it out for her and allowed her to sit down.
"Thank you, sir." She said as she placed a napkin in her lap. Dracula took a seat beside her.
"Any time." As he passed her a plate filled with meat, potatoes, salad, rolls and some fruit in the side, "Please help yourself."
Angel looked down at the plate of food and thought she wanted to shovel everything into her mouth at once. But remembering she was a guest and that she had been brought up with good manners. She picked up her knife and fork and began to eat slowly, letting the taste of the food bring her back to life. Dracula watched her eat and gave a gentle laugh,
"There's no need to impress anyone." He lowered his voice to a whisper. "I know how famished you are."
Angel looked down at the food, took up her knife, cut off a huge chunk of meat and began to eat it was quickly as she could. As she reached for a roll, she noticed Dracula looking longingly at the food. She finished what was in her mouth and spoke to him.
"Pardon me, sir." She said, "But will you have nothing to eat?"
"I had dinner earlier," he said, taking up a glass of deep red liquid that a servant had placed out for him, "Wine is all I need tonight."
She cleaned her mouth with her napkin and nodded, "I understand, sir."
"Here," He said, taking a wine glass and pouring some red wine into it. She did not notice him cast a white powder into it, "The wine is delicious, and you should try some."
Angel looked at the glass, the liquid was considerably lighter than the liquid in his glass.
"Probably an earlier year." She thought. After all, her father had taught her a few things about good wine.
"Thank you, sir." She said, taking the glass. She carefully placed it to her lips and took a small sip.
"It's wonderful, sir." She said, smiling.
"A very good year," he told her, "Now, please, my dear, tell me more about yourself..."
A/N: Hehe, yes, another POTC spoof at the dinner table! LOL:D
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