Chapter Eight
Anna was sitting in a chair in front of Razvan in what seemed to be the dining room of their little underground castle with nothing but a few candles to light up the room. The whole time that they sat there, they sat there and watched each other, noticing differences.
Anna noticed how Razvan's cheek bones were set a little higher than Dracula's and it made him look reformed and handsome. His eyes were curved more intimately and his lips were perfect. His hair was set perfect for his features. He was wearing what looked to be an old Elizabethian royal outfit. It was deep black, golden, and blood red. It looked to be in perfect.
Chapter Seven
Anna opened her eyes. She was three days still ahead of Dracula...but why was she feeling worried. She felt like something was going to happen. She got up, left the dead body of some rich drunk she slept with last night for a nice place to sleep and smelled him to see if she left any more blood for herself. But there was nothing.
Anna sighed as she got up and slipped into her dress as she grabbed any of the rich man's money that she could find, and left. She was crossed between the feelings of lonliness and the feeling of being free.
She could sense everything. And at the moment, it seemed so confusing. She could sense that D