Lady Dracula (CURRENTLY EDITING)

Chapter 3

"A lowborn tastes better than you."

A smirk paved its way to my face as I regarded the vampire doing his utmost to claw at my hands. I sank my fangs deeper in his flesh and drank, heart beat going from frantic to a steady beat until it fully stopped. Throwing away her body with little regard and watching it join the rest of her now fading brethren, I look back and see Louis peeking from a pedestal. A few drops of crimson stained his clothes but other than the slight blemish, he looked fine.

When our eyes met, my heart sank. Poison thoughts then blossomed on fertile bedding of doubt and filled me with a sense of dread that I cannot tune with the fear of death.

I shook my head.

"You okay?" He asked, carefully stepping over some disintegrating bodies. Long lashes fluttering as he held actual and genuine concern. Why is he so... "Don't worry, I'm fine. I just...lost a bit of control there." He looked around him, and exhaled. "I can see that. Do you think we're getting close?" Turning around to face the dark hall, I listened, feet frantically running over old wood. "We might be. Get ready."

I grabbed his hand, and he happily followed, though his heart did beat a tad faster now that he's seen what most mortals do not usually bare witness in their lifetimes. Still, the fact that he has yet to flinch whenever our touches meet is comforting to say the least.

I noticed the door to the next room slightly ajar, training my ears, I could hear faint beatings of hearts and readied myself as I took a deep breath and directed my finger towards the space between the door and its frame. "Boliede." A quick flash of orange escaped my finger and left smoke when it came into the room it bursted into flames and its scent brought forth a smell I've been acquainted with. Blinking rapidly before tears could form, I spun us around and carried Louis bridal style.

His cheeks went red at the gesture and yet his eyes held no annoyance, only unabashed sincerity as we locked eyes. "Lorraine?" He asked, hand resting on my shoulder, warmth radiating through it. Despite it being a foreign sensation to something like I am, it isn't unpleasant. I turn my gaze to the roaring flames in the room just in front of us, and back at him. "I don't want you to get hurt." And with that, I walked towards it and kicked the door open.

We passed through ashes of both vampires and wood, their groans were swallowed by angry flames. "Eek!" Darkness ate my vision of a particularly active fire rising and bursting, wood crackling and flesh burning sent me derailing into the very pits of heart-pounding fear and blood-coursing dread, whispers gnawed and callously defiled whatever hope I had and—

And nothing, a soft 'shh' coaxed out my eyes as the lashes fluttered open. Still in my arms, Louis grasped my cheeks gently as he started humming a tune, his thumb brush over just beneath my eye and my vision suddenly seemed to blurry for my tastes. With newfound courage, I braved the flame-eaten room and headed towards downstairs. "Just like what the medallion showed me..."

Telepathically opening the door, I peered into the darkness that the one light bulb could not lit up. Yves emerged, vigor anew as he sniffed the air. Louis' grip on my shoulder tightened, breath hitching as his heart pounded in its bony cage. "Are you scared?" He sheepishly nodded, chuckling nervously as he turned towards me. I shot him a reassuring smile, at least, I hope it is. "Don't worry, I'll protect you."

"Oh how sweet of you!"

Yves' growls filled the empty space as he directed his attention to a figure walking towards the single light in the room. When he emerged, those familiar silver locks made me snarl as I let Louis on his feet and went in front of him. "You don't know when to quit, do you?"