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graves invaded the landscape. No wonder this was the non-forgiving land of fear. The horse fought the weight of the sled up the hill and once they cornered the all-seeing tree, they could finally see the breathtaking gothic medieval fortress. “Don't make a noise, and hide under this.” She instructed as throwing an ice cold heavy quilt over him.
Venus got off the sled and rang an ancient massive bell at the front gate; it seemed instantly after that a pale looking young woman appeared at the gate. “Who may you be?” s lithered the woman.
“Florence, is that you?” a sked Venus.
“Oh, Venus it has been such a long time...” Florence Looked around to see if there were any one else around. “Why are you here?” She asked in a frightened delighted tone.
“I was invited for a ballet.” r eplied Venus.
“I thought Vlad was still frightened by you.”
Venus had an amused expression on her face when she heard Florence's reasoning, but then Edward sneezed , triggering Florence to locate him instantly thanks to the proximity of his sent. Her friend approached him slowly when suddenly Venus grabbed her arm and said “I have a favour to ask of you.”
“So he's not a present I assume.” r etorted Florence.
“I have a tendency of never br inging that kind of presents.” a nswered Venus.
Florence took off the quilt from Edward centimeter by centimeter. She observed his every move then declared to them “I have to warn you I am sometimes unable to control my hunger.”
“Florence you are a dear friend to me.”
“One can simply not control their nature, am I frightening you little man?
“If anything happens to him I 'll deal with you personally.” w arned Venus.
“Follow me!” Replied Florence coldly.
The carriage was driven to the doors of the castle, Florence showed them through one of the numerous uncharted roots hidden throughout the walls, toward the guest chambers they went , t he more discrete the better. What Venus meant by dealing with Florence referred to her liaison with Count Dracula. Long ago lived an immortal young man , he finally managed to seduce the incarnation of Roman beauty . A t a tender moment the bit into her neck, only to realise that she was beyond immortality . Venus cannot defy gravity nor cast enchantments but the gift she possesses (besides not being able to die, which she considers a curse,) is that all immortals who seek to feed on her flesh and soul are condemned to die. As Dracula began to drink from her, his immortal spirit was coming to an end. It was only Venus's love for him that saved him from his fate, for the love she had for him was purer then snow and stronger then crystals. Consumed by the demoniac trick her love committed, she departed for her unending journey to restore tranquility to her soul. It enraged her so much that she never permitted herself to love again.
Exhausted from caring their luggage through all the spiral stair cases Edward dropped them to the floor once they arrived, to his amazement they entered a vast room lit by hundreds of red candles. Edwards’s heart pulsed wildly, tempting Florence to approach him. With the light of the burning candles she could clearly see his face, all tender and innocence, but strong with handsome features. Florence got closer “You are very young...” said she as running her index onto his neck “Aren't you afraid, you heart beat is so irregular I could dance to it.”
Venus forecasting Edward as a meal to her friend tried to derive the subject if conversation in hope that Florence would abandon her prey. “Where are the others?” a sked Venus.
“Your little friend seems exquisitely tasty, they're out for dinner. I was going to join them but you caught my attention.”
“You haven't eaten?” a sked Venus darkly.
“No, and I'm getting awfully hungry.” s tated Florence staring directly towards Edward.
“Why don't you take our horse on a ride? ” Suggested Venus “It's a black beauty, your
Venus got off the sled and rang an ancient massive bell at the front gate; it seemed instantly after that a pale looking young woman appeared at the gate. “Who may you be?” s lithered the woman.
“Florence, is that you?” a sked Venus.
“Oh, Venus it has been such a long time...” Florence Looked around to see if there were any one else around. “Why are you here?” She asked in a frightened delighted tone.
“I was invited for a ballet.” r eplied Venus.
“I thought Vlad was still frightened by you.”
Venus had an amused expression on her face when she heard Florence's reasoning, but then Edward sneezed , triggering Florence to locate him instantly thanks to the proximity of his sent. Her friend approached him slowly when suddenly Venus grabbed her arm and said “I have a favour to ask of you.”
“So he's not a present I assume.” r etorted Florence.
“I have a tendency of never br inging that kind of presents.” a nswered Venus.
Florence took off the quilt from Edward centimeter by centimeter. She observed his every move then declared to them “I have to warn you I am sometimes unable to control my hunger.”
“Florence you are a dear friend to me.”
“One can simply not control their nature, am I frightening you little man?
“If anything happens to him I 'll deal with you personally.” w arned Venus.
“Follow me!” Replied Florence coldly.
The carriage was driven to the doors of the castle, Florence showed them through one of the numerous uncharted roots hidden throughout the walls, toward the guest chambers they went , t he more discrete the better. What Venus meant by dealing with Florence referred to her liaison with Count Dracula. Long ago lived an immortal young man , he finally managed to seduce the incarnation of Roman beauty . A t a tender moment the bit into her neck, only to realise that she was beyond immortality . Venus cannot defy gravity nor cast enchantments but the gift she possesses (besides not being able to die, which she considers a curse,) is that all immortals who seek to feed on her flesh and soul are condemned to die. As Dracula began to drink from her, his immortal spirit was coming to an end. It was only Venus's love for him that saved him from his fate, for the love she had for him was purer then snow and stronger then crystals. Consumed by the demoniac trick her love committed, she departed for her unending journey to restore tranquility to her soul. It enraged her so much that she never permitted herself to love again.
Exhausted from caring their luggage through all the spiral stair cases Edward dropped them to the floor once they arrived, to his amazement they entered a vast room lit by hundreds of red candles. Edwards’s heart pulsed wildly, tempting Florence to approach him. With the light of the burning candles she could clearly see his face, all tender and innocence, but strong with handsome features. Florence got closer “You are very young...” said she as running her index onto his neck “Aren't you afraid, you heart beat is so irregular I could dance to it.”
Venus forecasting Edward as a meal to her friend tried to derive the subject if conversation in hope that Florence would abandon her prey. “Where are the others?” a sked Venus.
“Your little friend seems exquisitely tasty, they're out for dinner. I was going to join them but you caught my attention.”
“You haven't eaten?” a sked Venus darkly.
“No, and I'm getting awfully hungry.” s tated Florence staring directly towards Edward.
“Why don't you take our horse on a ride? ” Suggested Venus “It's a black beauty, your
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