Castle Of Tears

Chapter 8: Tower

The tunnel was dark; there was no light ahead to guide him towards his path, but he did not need it. He surged forward without hesitation, knowing that he would soon break through the barrier that masked itself in the gloom.

He knew he was close when he felt the change in atmosphere: air so thick it smothered him with unseen pressure. He resisted it, forcing himself past it until his body crashed into a wall that felt fragile like glass.

A shattering noise resonated through the void and thousands of shards scattered about, revealing an open space filled with a blinding white light.

Dracula did not fear it, knowing that this was not the real material plane; light could not harm him here. It was more of a nuisance, but a temporary one for the scene before him began to change. Slowly, the light made way and landscape began to take shape on the horizon, along with it a tower so large that even Dracula was impressed. 

The sun blazed above him, the sensation against his pale skin felt real, but once again, it did not harm him.

He was intrigued to see that the French vampire had chosen the sun's company over the loyal moon. Most vampires resented the overbearing light, so why would she choose the scornful disc to preside over her prison cell?

Perhaps she was fond of it before she became cursed.

It was of no consequence to him; he was here to retrieve her, that was all.

He narrowed his eyes, his gaze focused on the tower past rolling hills of wildflower. The tower was grand in size, but it looked depleted, with large cracks and moss running along both sides of the stone pillar. Large and thick vines crawled up from the earth, intertwining around the deteriorated frame as if it were the only thing that kept it from crumbling to the ground.

Dracula scowled. The tower was too fragile for him to climb, noticing a large balcony near the peak that provided the perfect access point to Angelique. He would be forced to start from the first floor and up grueling flights of stairs to reach her. He could use his power to flash through all those tedious steps, just like he could scale the walls from outside in seconds, but he knew his powers would be obsolete the moment he entered the tower's proximity. It was a line of defense, a ward placed by the spell that still weighed heavy on her mind. 

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The days here are endless, never does the sun ready itself to set. It stays above the horizon, burning with an intensity that never wanes. I like it; the way it leaves warm kisses against my flesh, yet, I feel myself missing the beauty of the moon.

I try to picture the last time I saw the moon, but nothing comes to mind. Nothing ever comes to mind.

My brows furrow, perplexed.

I don't remember anything—nothing at all. All I remember is waking from my sleep, being met by the sun's bright rays and the embrace of the cool summer breeze.

It is like this everytime I awake. The sounds of birds chirping, the feel of summer breeze against my body, and the entrancing view of sheer fabric billowing all around me, this is all I remember.

Where am I? Why am I here? Who am I?

A sharp pain assails me, and I wince. Clutching my pounding head, I make my way from my bed.

There is a vanity with a large mirror across from me. I stagger towards it, hoping to reach the settee without falling. Once I reach it, I let myself sink in the plush seat. My hands grip the smooth edge of my vanity, slowly lifting my head to face the mirror.

Once I do, my heart rattles in my chest. I have no face, only the shape of it. There are no brows, no eyes or lips; just an empty canvas.

I let out a cry before darkness takes me.

The songs of birds stir me from my sleep. I can feel the summer breeze against my flesh and the caress of soft silk. My eyes flutter open, and instantly my pupils constrict from the bright light of the sun. Slowly, my vision adjusts, and I see that I am in my chambers. There are sheer drapes everywhere, billowing from the breeze in a beautiful display.

Uphead, there is a large opening where the draft is coming from—the entrance to the balcony. More sheer drapes line the arched opening, dancing with the wind in elegant waves. It beckoned me from my bed, tempting me to pass its threshold. I followed, stepping into the sun's path.

As I walked towards the balcony, something in my mind told me to be wary of the sun's rays. It was strange, but I thought nothing of it, especially when I felt the nice warmth of the sun's glow against my face.

I smiled, it was a lovely day today.

I stilled. Realization hits me when I remember that I have not seen the night for quite some time. All I remember is the sun, and always falling asleep while it still covers the sky.

Every day it is the same. I awaken to the sun, for it never wanes and sets. When was the last time I saw the moon?

I close my eyes and try to remember, but nothing comes back to me. I hold not a single memory of the night.

My head begins to pound as I think harder, exerting myself in the process. I try to remember anything, anything at all—nothing comes to mind. I do not even my own name.

Where am I? Why am I here? Who am I?

A sharp pain overtakes me, and I begin to panic.

Something is not right.

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I was wondering if I should switch to 1st pov when it comes to Angelique's pov. I experimented with it on this chapter, thus why it's not as long as the other ones.

I'd really like your opinion concerning that But if no one does give their intake, I'm just going to keep the 3rd pov

Thanks : )

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