Anna's breath caught her chest; she had not felt like this in a long time. She walked slowly down the hall of the dark castle, her hand on her sword at all times. She had been searching for Dracula; craving revenge for her brother who had died a week ago. Suddenly, a snowstorm had blown in and she was forced to take shelter in an abandoned castle. As she entered, her razor-sharp senses told her that she was not alone here. Wondering whom in their right mind would want to live in this broken down shack of a castle; she began to look around. Her eyes continued to dart from one place to another, trying to find a source of another human being.
"H...Hello?" She called, trying to keep her voice still.
No one answered, her heartbeat as fast as it could. Keeping control of herself, she slowly walked down a staircase into the lower, colder area of the castle. The only light came from a few small torches around the walls of the castle. Suddenly, she heard a voice, HIS deep, mysterious voice.
"Velcome Anna." He hissed in her ear.
Anna gasped and spun around to see Count Dracula, upside down, looking directly at her, a crafty smile on his face.
Anna pulled away as Dracula dropped gracefully from the ceiling and landed on the floor.
"Ah, Anna, we have not seen each other for some time." Dracula said, slowly approaching her.
"I wouldn't call that a bad thing!" Anna said drawing her sword.
Dracula clicked his tongue and smiled, "Put your sword down, princess, I would not have to want to hurt you."
"What assurance do I have that you won't try to kill me?" Anna said, razing her sword, ready to strike.
Dracula smiled and snatched her wrist rather quickly, pulling it down. Anna gritted her teeth in pain, Dracula just smiled.
"You need not fear me, Anna," He whispered, running his fingers gently over her cheek, his long fingernails grazed her skin. He slowly wrapped one of his arms around her and pulled her into a slow dance.
"You know, Anna, I have always admired those who can dance, especially those with beauty as great as yours. No member of your family has ever been so…. enchanting.
"What do you want from me?" She asked, trying to pull away.
"This," Dracula said. He stopped dancing and one of his fingers scratched her wrist. Anna hissed in pain slightly as a drop of blood fell to the castle floor, "And... this." He came even closer and placed his lips on hers. Anna desperately tried to pull away, but at the same time, the kiss was unlike any she had ever had. It was so soft and sensual; no one had ever kissed her like that. He pried her moth open a little and his tongue slithered in. Anna wished she could have bitten down… but she accepted it as though it were a gift. Dracula finally pulled away and looked deeply into her eyes.
"We will meet again, Princess and one day, you will be mine."
Anna slowly fell into a deep sleep, falling into Dracula's arms. When she opened her eyes the next morning, she found herself back in her own castle. The feeling of Dracula's lips was still fresh on hers.