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AFTER JACK LEFT, Zoe had sat down at the head of the table. Dracula on one side and Arabella on the other - both standing.
"What's this about?" Arabella questioned, her brow raised and arms crossed, refusing to look in Dracula's direction.
"There is one thing Dracula is truly afraid of and finally I know what it is," Zoe explained, looking at the witch.
"And I don't?" Dracula questioned in mock surprise.
"I know you don't," Zoe chuckled. Arabella rolled her eyes at the exchange between the two, before setting her eyes on the thin curtains. Her mind travelled back to 1897 when Dracula turned Johnathan Harker and just before he jumped to his 'death', his metal cross caught the sunlight and shone directly into Dracula's face, yet caused no damage to his skin.
She had never told him about the small incident. After she assessed his face for injuries and finding none, she wiped his memory clean of the ending of the confrontation and altering it so Johnathan simply jumped without turning around. He didn't need to know at the time. Now, Arabella still didn't know whether to tell him. Arabella watched as Zoe stood from her seat and stepped onto the table, running towards the curtains and yanking them down, causing the bright sunbeams to hit Dracula directly.
Arabella knew Zoe was smarter than this. The two women knew that the sun wouldn't hurt him. His screaming fit would only last a few minutes before he realised he wasn't dying. He extended a hand out to his side to inspect it and saw no boils or burns - his hand was in perfect condition. Arabella helped the dying Zoe up from the floor and then the two women walked over to the lying vampire. "It's 93 million miles away, it's not going to hurt you," Zoe spoke in her Dutch accent once more, indicating that Agatha was part of Zoe indifferently.
Dracula held his hand up to hover over his face, blocking the sunlight from his adjusting eyes. "I don't understand."
"I have very few breaths to explain, so I shall let Arabella explain, after all, she was the one to turn you in the first place. She knows better than I."
Zoe moved to sit at the table, as Arabella moved closer to the Count. She moved to block his view of the blinding sun so he could lower his hand. "You remember when we first met, correct?" Arabella questioned.
Dracula nodded. "Yes. In 1448, you were 16, I was 19. It was the middle of the war."
Arabella smiled softly, at how much he remembered from so long ago. "Yes," she whispered. "That was when you got me hanged. And when I cursed you."
Dracula nodded, slowly standing and moving into the shadows, Arabella following him but remaining in the sunlight in front of him.
