[b]CASTLE BRAN[/b]

Three days later, the fledglings and elder vampire found themselves at the infamous Dracula castle. What was to be found here, they weren’t sure. Viorica had always said that her own castle was built after Castle Bran “because she loved it so much” but it was more so for her love of dramatics. The castle was swarming with tourists even though it was so late in the evening. 

Unbeknownst to them, a tour guide kept glancing at them from the corner of his eye, a knowing smile on his face. On his name tag, in blocky white letters it read [I]DRAKE[/I].

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The second time Viorica awoke, Vladimir was alone. Her throat ached with the need for blood; how long had it been? A deep, hollow hunger thumped in her gut and every moment she was awake was in agony. Without saying a word, he shoved a cup of blood into her hand and she snatched it, downing it in one go.

“More.” Viorica croaked, her red locks straggled and greasy. Her skin was covered in dirt and grime and she felt disgusting; her clothes were soaked with sweat and were stiff upon her being. The smell that her sensitive nose picked up was worse. She smelled like shit.

“No.” Vladimir answered her, a taunting grin on his face.

Viorica growled, but she should have known. “Damn you to hell.”

“Oh sweet, we’ll be there together sooner or later, but you must go first.”

“Is this your revenge, Vladimir? To kill me? And what of those fledglings that you have left?”

“There is a plan for them.” Vladimir laughed a chilling laugh and Viorica could feel it resonate in her bones.