"Would you like me to dress you?"
"No," he said all too quickly, picking up a deep red undershirt. "I'm not terribly useless on my own."
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In a little village, there was a castle where a young man lived. He hardly left his abode and the...
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As he stuck to the rooftops to stay unseen by human eyes with soft thumps from his feet contacting with tiled roofs, he kept trained eyes onto the main roads as well as alleyways and back streets. Dracula hadn't seen anything unusual for the quaint village, and it was slowly boring him.
Although, he was very much pleased with himself for going back to sleep after the meeting with the townsfolk leader because he had a sensation that this'll be a long night. He simple wished that he had inquired more questions than he had and that he had something to entertain him while patrolling. Should he have brought a book with him? He excel at multitasking so reading and observing wouldn't had been a difficult task for him.
He, now, wondered on what Elizabeth was doing because everyone else by now would be slumbering for the next day work. She was practically a vampire without even being one. She'll be up at odd hours of the night and still rise early in the morning with much energy and spunk. What was her secret?
Caffeine? Perhaps.
Young Elizabeth was such an interesting character. He knew of how well known her parents were, but he doesn't know how they passed on which pique his curiosity about her. Dracula had never took much interest in the people he hired because why should he? But, her... She was an abnormal human being that he had ever met. Sure, the rest was polite and nice to him, but she went above and beyond for his needs and wants. Was that the reason why she stayed up at night? Simply to appease every commands he spewed out?
He shook his thoughts out of his head and focused his attention onto the mission he put himself on. That focus was short due to his stomach rumbling for food. Had he really forgotten to eat before leaving? He swore he ate the substances that she left in his room. Maybe he was too occupied with getting ready for the activity that it slipped his mind.
It wouldn't hurt to find an animal to consume, so it could shut his rumbling stomach. He'd circled the whole village about five times now. Nothing happened. A short break would do him good.
What if something happened while you're away, said an itching voice, putting doubt within him. Food could wait was what he decided.
As he was about to jump onto the next roof, he saw a shadowy figure -seemingly like a male statute- and skidded to a halt. He crouched down like a gargoyle to watch the person stroll through a back street.
There were people who occasionally take a walk throughout the night, but they never kept their face hidden with a cloak of sorts or gallivanted with a mission. Although, he didn't want to assume that this man was the person kidnapping -and possibly murdering- the blooming maidens from either the streets or in their homes.
