The Final Bride of Dracula

Chapter Four

Dracula had let her return to her quarters in the castle after the dance. Her quarters. This place would never be her home. It was her prison.

She couldn't figure out how to leave this place. She was trapped in a rat maze. Maids and butlers wandered the place and no doubt would alert Dracula if Alandra wanted to leave.

Alandra opened the large standing wardrobe, wondering if she would have to sleep in the ballgown. She had arched an eyebrow and scoffed. Everything was her size. Perfectly measured and sewn to fit just right. She found that more than slightly unnerving. Someone had unknowingly taken her measurements. Most likely when she was unconscious.

Alandra pushed down her nerves and the building bile in the back of her throat. Foreign hands belonging to vampires had taken her measurements while she was dead to the world. It was sickening.

The dress she was in was heavy, tight and uncomfortable. The lace and corset were on her nerves. As fast as she could she shed out of the dress and all its complicated fastenings.

She grabbed the most comfortable looking nightgown in the wardrobe and slipped it over her tired body. Alandra was trying to sort these frustratingly convoluted emotions rolling through her mind.

She was very angered with her situation. She's killed almost every vampire she's come across yet she couldn't escape one? In actuality it was more like a hundred. However one was calling the shots and forming her annoyance.

Alandra let her mind wander there was no doubting that Dracula, or Vladimir wasn't handsome. She felt a wave of disgust. She scrubbed her face with her palm.

Where the hell did that come from?

He was not handsome. Probably another damned vampire influence. That was another thing with vampires, they manipulated emotions around others, sometimes turning humans into walking pawns. Walking slaves for the undead.

It was her fault she was here. She was infuriated, her own recklessness caused this. She shouldn't have been so stupid, she shouldn't have stayed out so late.

Alandra growled under breath. She grabbed her night stand and flung it to the ground. The satisfying crack of wood was utmost pleasing. She had some control over her environment. Her crew would have been pleased and cheered with her.

She wouldn't go down without a fight.