the ever present light

present day

The light shown down on Agatha as she passed through the threshold of Dracula's home.

Funny to think of a home to belong to a dead man, if you could call him a man, a beast is more like it. But who was she to complain. She has been dead for one hundred and twenty-three years.

Oh the irony.

As she walked through to the dining room, (oh how fitting) she gazed down upon the hunched figures on the table. Light upon his blood stained face, pain behind the eyes, and no amount of movement. Not even the natural movement of eyes at rest. But he has not withstood the test of time, war, and her very own trials, to simply die. No, he is very much alive. (If you  could call it that) this she knows.

But she must wait, and deal with the over powering sent of death and blood that threatens to take control of her very being.

So she cleans, and waits, and thinks of how she ended up here.

Two hours before:
A burning pain, a weak body, a beast, a blazing arousal, and a site to behold. As he kissed, and touched, and worshiped her in a bed made of fire.  The pain - gone, the fear - gone, the anger - gone. All that was left was them, him, and her.

And then there was black.

The words engraved into her mind forever:

'This isn't real.

This is a dream'

DRACULA: "Of course it is"

'You're drinking my blood.

And my blood is deadly to you.'

"Yes"

'So you'll die'

"So will you."

"After all this time,
did you think I'd let it hurt?";

And it did, as she awoke with a start, in bed, her own bed.

With a pull to the very house her great great niece had just died in.

With that, she sat and waited some more. Looking out the window, at the very thing, that up until this very day, was the only thing to scare the count, besides death. The sun.

Lost in thought, she barely noticed the slight groan that came from the direction of the dining room. With much grace, she stood, smoothed out her pantsuit, (a habit she hadn't quite gotten rid of) and walked towards the table.  As she approached, the unmistakable twitch of a foot was seen. She came to a halt, gave the count a minute while also coming up with something to say. Which for her was easy.

'Count Dracula, its been a while..... you've seemed to have gotten yourself into quite the dilemma. Let me help you out'

"Ag...Agatha, no your dead. Ohhhh, iubit, you should be dead"

An: this was rushed soooo ya

Iubit- beloved in romanian