The Final Bride of Dracula

Chapter Thirteen

Marscha shut the door to Alandra's room shaking her head softly. The blonde walked swiftly down the hall to the servants chambers. She walked into his room.

Louis was lain up in bed, a rag pressed on his forehead.

Marscha touched his cheek. Still hot.

" Your still too warm."

A grin broke on his face. " Perfectly cool for a human," Marscha frowned and changed the rag for a damp one.

" Well you are not one, so it's not good..." She trailed off checking a few of the bandages.

" Stop fussing."

She quickly put her hands in her lap.

" I cannot help it."

" I know mother hen." He teased. 

She narrowed her eyes at him.

He cleared his throat. " How is Alandra?"

Marscha sighed.

" She still refuses to go to the dinning hall. She won't eat what I bring her. I think she is trying to starve herself."

"Like hell she will." He grumbled attempting to sit up.

Marscha pushed him down.

" Oh no mister you are staying put." He grunted but didn't move.

She stood up. She walked by the door, she picked up his hair brush and tossed it to him.

" Fix your hair, you look like shit."

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Alandra laid in her bed, covers pulled over her head. She wished the bed would just swallow her up. It's been a few days since her feud with Vlad and she kind of stoped functioning.

Alandra had no motivation to eat, or to even get up for that matter.

She let the fact sink in. Six months she has been here. She's never going to escape.

Not until she died.
Well aren't you one big ball of joy?

Her eyes hurt from constant crying, no she just felt lifeless. Lifeless in the castle of the undead, how ironic.

She heard her door open later that night.

" Marscha I don't want anything to eat.."

" So I've heard." That most certainly was not Marscha.

Alandra flung her covers away. Louis was leaned up against her wall. His eyes were surrounded by dark circles, the burns covered the side of his face. His light blond hair was brushed out and covering most of the burned side.

His white button down was completely buttoned to the top so she could no longer she his injuries.

" What are you doing here?" Her voice was low and groggy.

Louis sat on the edge of her bed, she saw his effort to cover up a wince, and spoke.

"I refuse to let you not eat. If you don't eat, we will have a dead princess on our hands. No one wants that." He pulled and apple from his pocket.

He tossed it to her and she caught it. She peered down at the shiny surface.

" It's not made to look at, princess. I won't leave until you finish it all."

She looked at the crimson apple, she was very hungry. She took a tentative bite from the apple. Louis smiled at her.

She finished the fruit and wiped her mouth.

" That wasn't so hard." He said.

She looked down.

"Now get some rest alright?"

She laid back down, Louis was fixing her blankets. He wiped a stray curl from her forehead and left.

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As Louis closed Alandra's door Vlad stood behind him. He turned to see the man.

" Thank you." Vlad told him.

Louis scowled. " I didn't do it for you. I did it for her."

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A/N
Whew. That was a long one, Lord.
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