The Dark Prince

Chapter three

The tall man came back with something in his arms. A dress Anica thought. It was white. Looked very old. Like really old. The style was ancient.

"Master will see you now in his room."

"In his room!!" Anica was breathing really fast now. Why in his room??? She wasn't going anywhere. Who knows what he'd do to her in his room! She steadied her breath.

"Im not going anywhere." she said shakily.

"I do not believe I asked you." Said the tall man. "Now get up and come with me."

"No!"  She started screaming like a crazy person as he grabbed her legs and tried to drag her out of the cell. She kiccked and screamed and almost bit him but he managed to pull her out and fling her over his shoulder.

"PUT ME DOWN!!" she was clawing at him but he still had a firm grip on her.

He took her up to a bathroom and tossed her on the floor.

"Wash yourself and change into this in ten minutes." He said hanging the dress on a peg on the door.

Saying this he locked the door behind hin and left.

Anica screamed for a while, banging on the door, praying that someone would let her out.

The screaming tired her. She gave up. Anica decided it was in her best  She should shower quickly, she thought. Otherwise he'd come and get angry. She did not want to think about it.

She slowly stepped under the shower and began washing the dirt off her body and rinsing the moss and grease from her hair. She slowly stepped into the dress. It was very fragile and worn out. It looked a thousand years old! She looked at herself in the mirror. She had'nt noticed it before but the dress had a gaping hole in the chest. It was torn. As if something had pierced it.

Drake told himself that he would not stare at her when she entered. But he could not help himself. She looked simply stunning. He'd given her Juliet's dress to wear that night. He was a bit skeptical about it for a while but then.... it would make pretending she was Juliet so much eisier.

Caadan brought her in. A bit roughly he thought. But he was too caught up in his thoughts to say anything.

"Sit." He ordered.

She looked nervous. Scared. Her breathing was shallow and fast. She wouldn't meet his eyes. She just sat there. Staring into nothing. Shaking with fear.

He watched here from his desk across the room. She was so beautiful. She began peeling of her nails. Occasionally she would look up at him expectantly. Like she knew what he was going to do but did not know at the same time.

He got up from his desk and began walking towards Anica. She couldn't breathe. She was frozen in fear. She felt like the lamb did when a tiger approached it. To scared to move... to run... just stuck. Frozen.  He sat down beside her. She started shaking again.

"It was Juliet's" He said

What? Anica thought. And almost as though he could read her thoughts he said "The dress. It was Juliets." He said looking up at a potrait hung above the bed post. She hadn't noticed it before.

It was a woman. She looked just like her. Dark hair. High cheekbones. Blue eyes. Only she looked different. Simillar. But different. The way she carried herself. Her expression. Anica did not know. But this women looked very different from her.

Drake smiled at the painting. He'd painted it himself. She had looked so beautiful that day. But then again, she looked beautiful everyday.

"She's beatuful." Anica said.

"I know" Drake said looked at the girl. She looked so much like Juliet. The same eyes. The same face. Anica. It was a nice name.

He gently brushed away her hair and kissed her neck where he'd bitten her before. She flinched.

Drakes fangs tore into her skin. She screamed and sobbed and tried to fight him off. He had backed her up against the wall. There was nowhere she could run. She started crying and tried to move away from him. She couldn't breath properly. Her head felt heavy. She felt herself slowly slipping into unconsiousness.

Her body slumped against him. Drake stopped drinking her blood. He'd probably taken to much. Again. He really had to start paying attention or he could accidently kill her. He called for Edrick to take her away. He looked up at the portrait of Juliet.

He wished she was here. She was more cooperative. Drake tried to get back to his work but he was too distracted with thoughts of Juliet.

Drake descended the stairs that led to the dungeons. He needed to see her to fullfill his cravings for Juliet. It had been a thousand years since she had died. Since that son of a b*tch took her from him. So many years. So many years he spent looking for him. But that damned Organisation always managed to  protect him. But now... It did't matter anymore. He had her. She was lying down in the cell. Curled up in  a little ball.

Edrick had changed her so that Juliets gown wouldn't get damaged. Juliet. He had tried to forget her. Tried to move on. But he couldn't. He loved her too much. He hadn't really reallized how much Anica looked like Juliet until he saw her today in Juliets gown. Maybe he should move her to one of the rooms in the palace. But what if she ran away? Or hurt herself? He did not know for certain that he would find another Juliet. So he could not afford to loose this one. Maybe after she calmed down a little and got used to it here. He'd let her roam the palace then. Probably let her go to the garden. And the Lake. Maybe he would go with her. Yeah that would be nice. He smiled to himself. It would be like being with Juliet all over again. But this time, he would do it right.