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moment, we were sisters of Vlad’s house
for though she was not a vampire, she was imbued by his blood and
bound to him. Though she feared and hated him, she was also loyal
to him. She trembled as her emotions churned within her.
“You must let me drink of your blood,”
she whispered fervently. “If you do not, his blood will call to me
to rescue him now that I know his fate. Even now I feel the
terrible pull of my bond summoning me to rise up and free
him.”
Wrought with emotion, yet understanding
her dilemma, I acquiesced. She continued to kneel at my side as I
dried my tears with a handkerchief.
“I will protect you from him,” I
promised as I picked up my letter opener.
Tears glittered on her dark lashes as
she bit her bottom lip. “I wish to serve you even if he should slay
me upon rising.”
I drew the blade hard against my wrist,
pain slicing through me as it cut into my flesh, and I held out my
hand to her. Blood flowed from the wound to pool in my palm.
Bending down, she drank, her fingers lightly touching my wrist. I
closed my eyes as I felt my blood claim her. As Vlad had infused
her with strength, health, and a long life, I now did the same. I
felt the coil of my power flowing into her, entwining us. The dying
embers of Vlad’s hold over her were quashed completely as my dark
flame roared to life within her.
Falling back, she lay on the floor at
my feet, breathing heavily as her body trembled with the power of
the blood filling her. Licking the blood from my wrist, I felt the
wound began to heal. I knelt down beside her to rest my hand
against her quivering shoulder.
“I serve you,” she
whispered.
“We shall endure this together,” I
swore. “We will return to Buda, far from him, and we shall be
free.”
Letter from Adem to
Astir
June 4, 1820
Dear Lord
Astir,
I have much to divulge.
Forgive me for writing this in haste, but the Countess is expecting
me when she rises and I have just arrived back at the hotel from
the castle. I have at last discovered what has happened to Count
Dracula and can now impart that information to you.
As you know, before I could
not venture into the castle for an unseen power warded it against
trespassing. At first I thought this to be Dracula’s own doing, but
slowly realized it was that of the Countess. I still do not believe
she understands that by will alone she has kept the castle hidden
by her power. I have tried on numerous occasions to subtly compel
her to visit the castle, but she has always resisted.
With the arrival of Magda,
I have at last found a way to influence the Countess to dispatch me
to the castle, therefore allowing me free passage through her power
into the home of Count Vlad Dracula...
The Journal of Countess
Dracula
June 3, 1820
The Gol den Krone Hotel, Bistriţa
I fear I have done
something foolish, but I cannot help myself. My emotions have
overwhelmed me and have compelled me to action. It all began simply
enough. Magda asked if she should secure coffins for my family to
be shipped to Buda for proper burial...
I turned sharply, my shawl sliding down
from my shoulders. I had been sitting near the window enjoying the
light falling from the waning moon while reading a novel as Magda
worked on her mending.
“Why do you ask?” I was startled by her
suggestion.
Magda’s gaze darted toward me. Her
expression was one of confusion and surprise when she realized she
had upset me. “Forgiveness, Countess. I saw a funeral procession
earlier today as I went about my errands. I thought of your family
when I saw them pass.”
Laying my book upon my knees, I stared
at the dark ruby glittering on my finger. Desperate for
companionship and understanding, I had brought her into my
confidence once she was bound to me by blood. I had shared the
events that had occurred since I had arrived at Vlad Dracula’s
castle with my family. She was now aware that my family resided in
a chest in the cellar of the hotel. Though I had
for though she was not a vampire, she was imbued by his blood and
bound to him. Though she feared and hated him, she was also loyal
to him. She trembled as her emotions churned within her.
“You must let me drink of your blood,”
she whispered fervently. “If you do not, his blood will call to me
to rescue him now that I know his fate. Even now I feel the
terrible pull of my bond summoning me to rise up and free
him.”
Wrought with emotion, yet understanding
her dilemma, I acquiesced. She continued to kneel at my side as I
dried my tears with a handkerchief.
“I will protect you from him,” I
promised as I picked up my letter opener.
Tears glittered on her dark lashes as
she bit her bottom lip. “I wish to serve you even if he should slay
me upon rising.”
I drew the blade hard against my wrist,
pain slicing through me as it cut into my flesh, and I held out my
hand to her. Blood flowed from the wound to pool in my palm.
Bending down, she drank, her fingers lightly touching my wrist. I
closed my eyes as I felt my blood claim her. As Vlad had infused
her with strength, health, and a long life, I now did the same. I
felt the coil of my power flowing into her, entwining us. The dying
embers of Vlad’s hold over her were quashed completely as my dark
flame roared to life within her.
Falling back, she lay on the floor at
my feet, breathing heavily as her body trembled with the power of
the blood filling her. Licking the blood from my wrist, I felt the
wound began to heal. I knelt down beside her to rest my hand
against her quivering shoulder.
“I serve you,” she
whispered.
“We shall endure this together,” I
swore. “We will return to Buda, far from him, and we shall be
free.”
Letter from Adem to
Astir
June 4, 1820
Dear Lord
Astir,
I have much to divulge.
Forgive me for writing this in haste, but the Countess is expecting
me when she rises and I have just arrived back at the hotel from
the castle. I have at last discovered what has happened to Count
Dracula and can now impart that information to you.
As you know, before I could
not venture into the castle for an unseen power warded it against
trespassing. At first I thought this to be Dracula’s own doing, but
slowly realized it was that of the Countess. I still do not believe
she understands that by will alone she has kept the castle hidden
by her power. I have tried on numerous occasions to subtly compel
her to visit the castle, but she has always resisted.
With the arrival of Magda,
I have at last found a way to influence the Countess to dispatch me
to the castle, therefore allowing me free passage through her power
into the home of Count Vlad Dracula...
The Journal of Countess
Dracula
June 3, 1820
The Gol den Krone Hotel, Bistriţa
I fear I have done
something foolish, but I cannot help myself. My emotions have
overwhelmed me and have compelled me to action. It all began simply
enough. Magda asked if she should secure coffins for my family to
be shipped to Buda for proper burial...
I turned sharply, my shawl sliding down
from my shoulders. I had been sitting near the window enjoying the
light falling from the waning moon while reading a novel as Magda
worked on her mending.
“Why do you ask?” I was startled by her
suggestion.
Magda’s gaze darted toward me. Her
expression was one of confusion and surprise when she realized she
had upset me. “Forgiveness, Countess. I saw a funeral procession
earlier today as I went about my errands. I thought of your family
when I saw them pass.”
Laying my book upon my knees, I stared
at the dark ruby glittering on my finger. Desperate for
companionship and understanding, I had brought her into my
confidence once she was bound to me by blood. I had shared the
events that had occurred since I had arrived at Vlad Dracula’s
castle with my family. She was now aware that my family resided in
a chest in the cellar of the hotel. Though I had
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