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He comes back with a plate.

"Here you are."

He sits it down in front of me. It was sliced meat; turkey maybe. A few vegetables were on the side of it. They look fresh... I hope. I pick up a fork and a butter knife. I check for any mold or rotting.

None.

I smell it. The scent is decent. Weird. I thought... never mind. Maybe Dracula's servants cooked this. I wouldn't think he had made this.

"Something wrong?"

I look at him. He was sitting beside me. He raises a brow. Without replying, I shook my head no. I cut a small piece of the strange meat and slowly bit into it. I chew on it and swallow. For some reason it tasted weird. But I didn't mind.

I watch him looking through a book, reading something. I wonder why he wasn't eating with me. I build up the courage to ask him. "Dracula...? Aren't you... hungry yourself?" He stops flipping through the book and stays silent for a few seconds.

"I've already dined."

He's already dined? Has he eaten already before I got here? Oh well, it's him. I couldn't think of anymore questions. Not to bother him, I continue eating.

"May I ask... your name?"

I stop and look at him. He slowly looks at me. I started to feel a little shy. "I'm (Y/N)..."

"Last name?"

"(L/N)..." Dracula stares at me for a few seconds before looking back at the book.

"What a beautiful name."

"Thanks.." I say, slightly blushing. I look the other way. I felt shy. 'Get a hold of yourself, (Y/N).' He notices my reaction. I hear a nonchalant chuckle from him.

"Embarrassed?"

"No..." Enough of this seldom flirting stuff. Now I have lost my appetite. "Actually... I'm not hungry no more." Dracula looks at the plate, then at me. He look slightly concerned.

"Are you sure, dear? What about your headache?"

"Oh. It seems to me easing up. Now that I've had some food. But... thank you." He nonchalantly nods before standing up. I hand him the plate. He takes it and leaves.

I patiently wait until he comes back. I yawn. God, I'm tired. I look at my watch. It was close to eleven. I slowly start to nod off...

Soon, I felt a hand placed on my shoulder. It gave me a gentle shake. I open my eyes. He's returned. "Oh. My sincere apologies, Count." I say, stand up. I rub my eyes. "I should go to bed."

"So soon? I haven't gotten to know you yet."

He's right. Guess I'll have to fight off my tiredness. But I'll pull through. "Okay." He grabs my hand.

"Come along, dear..."

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The Count lead me to another spacious room. There were two chairs and a fireplace. He goes there and stands in front of it. I stare at his height. I already know he's over 6 feet tall. The average male's height is about 5'8" through 5'11". I'm average. My head would be at Dracula's chest.

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