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“You must let me drink of your blood,” she whispered fervently. “If you do not, his blood will call to me to rescue him now that I know his fate. Even now I feel the terrible pull of my bond summoning me to rise up and free him. ”

Wrought with emotion, yet understanding her dilemma, I acquiesced. She continued to kneel at my side as I dried my tears with a handkerchief.

“I will protect you from him,” I promised as I picked up my letter opener.

Tears glittered on her dark lashes as she bit her bottom lip. “I wish to serve you even if he should slay me upon rising. ”

I drew the blade hard against my wrist, pain slicing through me as it cut into my flesh, and I held out my hand to her. Blood flowed from the wound to pool in my palm. Bending down, she drank, her fingers lightly touching my wrist. I closed my eyes as I felt my blood claim her. As Vlad had infused her with strength, health, and a long life, I now did the same. I felt the coil of my power flowing into her, entwining us. The dying embers of Vlad’s hold over her were quashed completely as my dark flame roared to life within her.

Falling back, she lay on the floor at my feet, breathing heavily as her body trembled with the power of the blood filling her. Licking the blood from my wrist, I felt the wound began to heal. I knelt down beside her to rest my hand against her quivering shoulder.

“I serve you,” she whispered.

“We shall endure this together,” I swore. “We will return to Buda, far from him, and we shall be free. ”

Letter from Adem to Astir

June 4, 1820

Dear Lord Astir,

I have much to divulge. Forgive me for writing this in haste, but the Countess is expecting me when she rises and I have just arrived back at the hotel from the castle. I have at last discovered what has happened to Count Dracula and can now impart that information to you.

As you know, before I could not venture into the castle for an unseen power warded it against trespassing. At first I thought this to be Dracula’s own doing, but slowly realized it was that of the Countess. I still do not believe she understands that by will alone she has kept the castle hidden by her power. I have tried on numerous occasions to subtly compel her to visit the castle, but she has always resisted.

With the arrival of Magda, I have at last found a way to influence the Countess to dispatch me to the castle, therefore allowing me free passage through her power into the home of Count Vlad Dracula. . .

The Journal of Countess Dracula

June 3, 1820

The Golden Krone Hotel, Bistri?a

I fear I have done something foolish, but I cannot help myself. My emotions have overwhelmed me and have compelled me to action. It all began simply enough. Magda asked if she should secure coffins for my family to be shipped to Buda for proper burial. . .

I turned sharply, my shawl sliding down from my shoulders. I had been sitting near the window enjoying the light falling from the waning moon while reading a novel as Magda worked on her mending.

“Why do you ask?” I was startled by her suggestion.

Magda’s gaze darted toward me. Her expression was one of confusion and surprise when she realized she had upset me. “Forgiveness, Countess. I saw a funeral procession earlier today as I went about my errands. I thought of your family when I saw them pass. ”

Laying my book upon my knees, I stared at the dark ruby glittering on my finger. Desperate for companionship and understanding, I had brought her into my confidence once she was bound to me by blood. I had shared the events that had occurred since I had arrived at Vlad Dracula’s castle with my family. She was now aware that my family resided in a chest in the cellar of the hotel. Though I had spoken to her in passing of having my family moved to Buda to be entombed once a new estate was secured, I had not truly considered all that would entail bringing my family to their final rest.

“I only thought that if they each had their own coffin that it would be more dignified. Also, there would be less of a risk of the chest being lost or stolen in transit. I do not think a desperate thief would take a coffin,” she continued.

In my selfishness, I wanted them near me. Therefore, the chest had been convenient. I had consoled myself with the thought of them being together as they rested in the darkness of the hotel cellar awaiting a proper burial.

“I suppose it would not be ill advised for transport back to Buda. ” I was chastened by her words. I felt embarrassed at my shortsightedness in the proper care of my dead family. I know that I am sometimes a selfish creature and can be led astray by that sin. That I should not see what so clearly was the right and proper course of action made me fear that I am more of a monster than I deemed. Fresh tears threatening to spill, I said, “Please see to the procurement of the caskets. Hopefully, we shall be returning to Buda soon. ”

“I can arrange for them to be laid out properly. I can buy new clothing and arrange to have their rosaries and personal items in their caskets. ” Magda set down her sewing and regarded me earnestly. “I would be honored to perform this task for you. ”

I flinched at the memory of my mother’s rosary repelling me when I was ravenous with the hunger and trapped with her in the darkness of the dungeon prison. “My mother’s rosary is still at the castle,” I confessed. “Vlad sent my father’s pocket watch to my brother to prove he was dead. May’s rosary disappeared. I suspect one of Vlad’s servants may have taken it. ”

“I see,” Magda said softly. “And you dare not return because of the sisters. ”

“I would be forced to kill them, I fear,” I admitted. “They hate me because he loved me most. ” It pained me to think of my mother’s rosary. I had watched her bury it so as to hide its light to allow me to draw near and take her life. The thought of the tiny precious rosary buried in the dungeon of the monstrous castle made my heart ache.

“Do you really believe he loved you more?”