A Sealed Fate (Watty's 2017)

7.

The sun shown bright within Tricia's room, prompting a groan of disgust to escape her lips. "Tricia! Come on!" She'd hear Katie's whines through her door. Tricia reluctantly got out of bed. It wasn't until she was in the showers that she remembered what today was. She groaned inwardly and sank to the bottom of the shower.

Miss merman, the head mistress knocked on Tricia's door. "Come on young lady!" She'd hiss through the door. Tricia sighed and quickly finished getting ready.

Eight girls in total as usual, riding to the castle in a limo. Chattering amongst themselves, Tricia hadn't spoken a word. Seeming to space in and out of the world. Her mind was on her mysterious dream man.

The golden decorated ball room, the glow of the light. Her mysterious vampire leading her to the balcony. The moon shining above them, she couldn't hear his voice. But she knew she mumbled something because Katie nudged her awake and whispered sweetly. "We arrived, sleeping beauty." She'd dubbed Tricia's nickname as such. Or night owl.

Tricia stretched and the two were the last to climb out. They got their assignments and Tricia headed for the master suite. She didn't knock, simply began to dust for cobwebs. She tried to pretend the man from before wasn't watching her. It helped that he also was reading. When she finished doing the cleaning part. She looked at him curiously. Walking over and peering to the book. "Do you mind?" His voice came, a demanding tone that said "please back off a bit". She took a deep breath in. "No, not at all. If I may? Edgar Allen Poe is one of my more favorite writers" he looked up from the first edition E. A. Poe book and raised an eyebrow. "You like Edgar Allen Poe?" He looked a tad shocked that this came from her. Considering his beloved never much cared for such classic works.

Tricia smirks almost. "My favorite poem is a dream within a dream it's a simply fantastic poem." She would speak, a twinkle of passion in her eyes. "I enjoy classic arts. Drawing, writing, painting, music..." She was cut off by him. "Music? What could a silly hu.... Girl like you like involving music?" She smiled and began to hum the tune of moonlight sonata.

He watched her fascinated by how pretty her voice sounded. He cleared his throat and she halted the song. "Seems your other classmates have finished. I believe they're waiting on you." He'd say softly watching her.

In all actuality his hunger was tempting him to take her. "Will you come back to clean more?" He asked just as she reached the door. She wasn't quite sure how to answer, she turned and looked to him. "Only if you'll be this polite..." And with that she left him to ponder his thoughts alone.

Tricia hadn't always been brave around people. Especially those she wasn't familiar with. But she could feel something about him calling to her.

Vladimir watched her climb into the limo from his window. "Sarah...." He purred softly as the butler entered the room. "Lordship, may I be so bold as to ask what stops you from draining her like the last few?" The butler was no vampire but he was the last generation of his family to serve the Valentine castle. After his death, his nephew would have to take over.

Vladimir didn't answer, he simply stared out at the limo that was driving away. "Very well... Shall I prepare a bath? Or shall I fetch you some food?" Vladimir turned his head and took a deep breath in. "Food please." It was the first time he had said please and actually meant it.

Vladimir had much on his mind as he ate his food. Rather he played in his food more than actually ate.

*elsewhere*

Tricia sat in silence at lunch, retiring to her room shortly after. She sit in her window sill and stare up at the castle. Her mind on the mysterious man. She did wonder if it was the same one. She sighed and moved to her bed. Curling up and falling asleep with classical piano music in her ears.