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Come to us…

Let us kiss you…

Let us caress you…

We want you…

Desire you…

Need you…

Love you…

Let us love you…

Kiss you…

Taste you…

Even now I feel the heat of their words and, in that horrible moment, I wanted to escape the confines of the damned carriage and throw myself into their waiting arms. Already, I could feel their lips against mine, their hands on my body, their bodies against mine…

“Foolish little man!”

I was struck forcefully and knocked back into my seat. Thank goodness, the Count struck me down in my foolish lust. I still wanted to go to them, but I felt the force of Count Dracula’s power holding me in place.

“I need you, so do not be a fool!”

My body was shivering violently as I blurted out, “But, they called…”

Count Dracula dismissed me with a flick of his hand, and sa

id, “Another fool approaches them. ”

A guard moved toward the Brides of Dracula answering their siren call. He nearly stumbled over the body of what appeared to be a hunter prostrate at the feet of the women, but he caught himself. Extending his hands toward them, the handsome, swarthy young man relinquished his life. The Brides caught hold of him and drew him into their arms. Closing in around him, their sly seductive laughter slithered through the air.

I watched in horror, unable to look away. After a long moment, a Bride raised her head and seemed to look directly at me. It took me a few moments to recognize that the beauty with the long rivulet of blood tracing down her chin was the red haired Lady Glynis. It gave me an awful start. I turned away and cowered in the darkness of the carriage. And still, I felt the coldness of her stare.

“I shall be in contact with you soon, my friend,” the Count said coolly.

Count Dracula gracefully descended from the carriage and moved toward the castle. He must have signaled the coachman, for the carriage lurched forward.

I sat back, trembling. Deathly cold fingers traced down my spine. I felt as if I had witnessed my own death. How easily I had almost gone to them. To her! Her gaze upon me has left me cold and only the sight of the rising sun this morning has given me any measure of peace.

The Journal of Lady Glynis Wright

The Castle

5th of September, 1819

Last night, when Vlad returned, I stood in the doorway and watched the carriage depart carrying the man who had betrayed my family try and hide from my gaze. Sir Stephen had not seemed surprised to see what we truly are and now I fully realize that he sent us to our deaths in service to his Master. The bitter taste of his betrayal made the blood I had consumed lose its flavor and I almost spat on the floor.

Behind me, Vlad stood over the other Brides. I glanced back at him and saw his green eyes glimmering with dark satisfaction.

The unfortunate young man that had answered our call was completely drained of his rich life blood and lay on the floor, nothing more than a pale bloodless body cluttering up the doorway to the castle. I remember gazing at him almost with disgust. How easily he had come to us.

The Brides slowly gathered about Vlad, cooing and whispering, holding out their hands in supplication, as I stood and watched the carriage disappear.

“You have returned, Master, sweet Master,” Ariana exclaimed emotionally, kissing his hands.