Dracula's Groom

CHAPTER FIFTY FOUR: Prisoner Escape

Nathan

Eight months had passed before Romania saw its first snowfall as a storm ravaged outside, covering the entire region in pure white gold. From the confines of our perfect bed, I felt like a prisoner. Yet having been forced to rest the last couple of weeks was starting to drive me mad. I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted out, to be free. To feel my own two legs move under me again. So much for being a vampire, I thought. I was not going to take this lying down. No matter what the king said. Fuck him.

Shoving the covers off my mummified body, a swollen tummy appeared. Oh, right. I'd forgotten about the baby. What a horrible thing to say, I know. But when you've been bedridden for weeks at time with frequent trips to the bathroom. You start to lose focus. And you wonder if the outside world still exists. That's why I needed to get out of here. I wanted to feel the wind on my face, and watch the snow fall while I still had a chance at a normal life before my new one began.

Nestled against a mountain of pillows and thick, heavy blankets I feared if my legs would ever move again. I wiggled my toes and was relieved to hear the bones crack followed by the working mechanics of muscles that connected to them. Then came the moment of truth. Using my arms to prop myself up, I carefully swung my legs over the side and wiggled towards the edge of the bed in an attempt to plant both feet on the floor. Solid carpet felt good against the soles of my feet as I tried to stand up.

Success! The weight of my legs felt right and normal again and I couldn't be happier. I was finally free from that prison they call a bed. I glanced down at what I had on just to make sure that I wasn't going out into the night with nothing but my birthday suit and a round pregnant belly. A t-shirt that was a bit too large for me, overpowered the waistband of my flannel pajama pants. But it did hide the baby bump while I was standing so I never made a fuss. Now at long last, Operation Jailbreak could finally begin.

I went to the door and turned the handle to find that it had been locked from the outside. Perfect. I checked the time on the clock that was carved into the wooden mantel above the marble fireplace. Two o'clock to be exact. Nicholas would be arriving shortly to deliver me another blood bag as dinner or as Dracula would so kindly put it, "Drink this. You need your strength for when the baby comes." Mm. Like he was already an at expert at raising babies. It was either that, or the stack of baby books that laid open near a small desk by the windows that I found myself moved by his devotion.

He truly was taking the roll as a new found father figure very seriously. And that made me smile. But then again, all men are excited when they learn that their going to be daddies for the first time in their lives. But Dracula on the other hand, I think needed a bit more time to wrap his mind around such a huge task. Sure being a parent wasn't going to be easy for the both of us, but we had a each other. And that no matter what, we would raise this baby with all the love and attention it so rightfully deserved.

Striding across the wooden floor in my bare feet, I went to the window and peered out into the night. Snow fell more lazily, more gracefully. With the now moon in the sky, amidst partly clouds and swirling white fluff, the world seemed to be empty. I could see lights emanating from around the city but there were no humans about, no cars traveling down the roads so far this late at night. In the end, I felt like I was trapped inside a snow globe that had one of those tiny little Christmas village's set against the backdrop.

I undid the locks and pushed the window open as a blast of cold air hit me square in the face. Where a smile had become plastered as I felt alive again, like I did when I was younger and lived with my parents back in the States. I welcomed the cold air with open arms and a new lookout on life. Perching myself on top of the windowsill, I calmly stepped off the ledge and plummeted towards the ground. My supernatural body seemed to have a mind of its own as my descent slowed down significantly and my feet touched the plush white snow with a soft crunch.