•Y/N: Your Name

Your POV:

With the help of the old woman's directions, I was finally able to find my way to the kitchen without running into any problems. The space was huge and left me in awe. It was clearly very old, but it was maintained and clean with stone flooring and walls. There were a few new appliances that didn't exactly fit into the medieval aesthetic, such as a large refrigerator and dishwasher, but I paid that no mind. There seemed to be everything in this place from a wide variety of pots and pans to expensive chinaware.

I open the fridge and cabinets to get an idea of what I can make and find all sorts of delicious food waiting to be made. I sigh, wishing I could taste one of my brother's meals again as I pick out a plain bagel, which I pop into the toaster on the counter. When they're done, I put them on a small plate and smother them with butter and raspberry rhubarb jam. I carry my plate through double doors that lead into the dining room I ate in yesterday. I have a seat and instantly feel insignificant in the massive room. I sigh as my stomach yells at me to eat and quickly devour my food before leaning back to admire the architecture and quiet. My eyes stray over to the curtains that are so thick that no sunshine could slip through.

'I guess vampires really do hate sunlight.' I wondered if that knowledge would come in handy one day. I could use it against that damn bloodsucker. I really don't want to be here. Who in their right mind would?

It doesn't matter how pretty the building is or what that man offers me, this is not my home. I couldn't wrap my head around why that old woman was so happy talking about him, about staying here, although, I think she might just be crazy. I couldn't end up like that, brainwashed, I mean. No matter what, I'll have to be strong and focus on my goal of escape. If only things didn't look so helpless.

What she said about this being a different realm, I believed. I felt something off about this place since the moment I came here, and what she said made sense with everything I've witnessed. Leaving will be a lot harder than I thought, so I'll have to play it out carefully. I groan and rest my head on the table. Just knowing that I'll be used to feed my kidnapper for the rest of my life made me feel sick to my stomach.

"I hate it here," I mutter under my breath while lifting my head and glaring at the empty, white plate. In a fit of rage, I knock the plate off of the table, and it shatters upon hitting the floor. I breathe heavily to settle down before pounding my fist on the table hard before standing. I look down at the mess and frown.

'S***.' Groaning, I walk to the kitchen in search of something to clean it up, not wanting Dracula to scold me for destroying his expensive china. Although, he didn't seem like the type to get angry over something like this, I didn't want to take any chances. I can't seem to find anything, not even a broom, so I venture out into the hall in search of some kind of supply closet. This was a bad idea because I couldn't find anything and I got lost again.

Giving up out of frustration, I just sit on the floor against the wall in one of the hallways, where homesickness hits me hard, like a brick shattering a window. My body shakes as I drag my knees to my chest and hide my face in my arms to cry. I sob hysterically as my tears dampen the sleeves of my blouse, but, since I was alone, I didn't care about letting it all out. I was in so much pain. I didn't know how long I sat there for, but I saw no end to my tears just yet.

"I just want to go home," I whine before letting out a small sniffle as my nose starts to leak.

(1) "Why's that?" I nearly shriek upon hearing the familiar, Romanian accent of my kidnapper and shoot my head up to meet his crimson eyes. Dracula seemed taken aback by the sight of my tears and gave a look of concern as he kneels in front of my seated form. I press my back harder against the wall and look down, not in the mood to look at him right now. "What's wrong, draga mea?" He asks in a gentle tone whilst reaching out to wipe the tears off my face. I flinch at his icy touch as he brushes his thumb against my heated cheek, but quickly shove his arm away. I hide my face again so that he wouldn't touch me, quivering at the memory of being drained. I don't want to do that again. A sigh reaches my ears before the vampire speaks.

"Homesick, are you? Would you like me to make it better for you?" I tense as his cold hand rests atop my head, but, again, I push him away before shooting him a stone cold glare.

"Don't you dare touch me! I saw what you did to that poor woman, and you are not going to do the same to me!" Dracula leans back in surprise, eyes wide with shock, but frowns a moment later.

"All right, all right." He shifts to sit down and looks at me calmly before speaking in a low voice. "So, you've met Abigail?"

"So, that's her name? Why don't you just go to her? She's the only one who actually wants to be here with you."

"She's old and frail. If I drank from her, she'd definitely die."

"She didn't seem to care when I spoke to her. What the hell did you do to her mind?" My glare strengthens, yet he remains unfazed by my powerful gaze.

"She wanted to stay, but couldn't get her husband out of her mind. She was torn between being with me or him. In the end, she asked me to remove him from her memory completely, so I did," he explains.

"Are you going to do that to me?" I ask fearfully, causing the man to lighten his gaze before he shakes his head.

"Not unless you want me to," he says sincerely, so I relax a bit.

"Then, never do that. I know for a fact that the last thing I want is to be stuck here with someone who only wants to use me as food, and I never want to forget about my home or brother." Again, I glare, but it still leaves no effect on him.

"I do not intend to use you for food purposes only. Humans do make for good company, and I am a very lonely man. I do not intend to torture or harm you in any manner. I have already told you, I take very good care of my blood bags." I grip the fabric of my sleeves. His words did little to calm me.

"I don't care what way you want to disguise it; the fact remains that I am your prey in this scenario. You brought me here to feed yourself against my will, so, unless you plan to take me home or drink, leave me alone. I want nothing to do with you. Be lonely for all I care. To me you are nothing but a monster." I grit my teeth as more tears escape my eyes, thoughts still clouded by my desire to return to Elijah. The raven-haired vampire gives a defeated sigh before offering me his hand.

"At least allow me to escort you to your room. You must be tired from wandering." I stare at the man's hand blankly, contemplating whether or not to take it only to decide to stand on my own. I don't need or want his help, but I can't just keep wandering cluelessly throughout the halls. Frowning, Dracula brings his hand back to his side as I look him in the eye, trying my best not to break down crying yet again. He has seen me weak enough already.

"Fine, but only because I don't know where anything is. I mean what I said. I want nothing to do with you." He nods his head in understanding, though, I doubt I'll truly have it my way. I follow the creature silently through the corridor until we finally reach my room. To my surprise, it wasn't too far from where I had broken down. As soon as I enter, the man opens his mouth to speak only to have the door slammed right in his face. I didn't care if it made him angry. I was through looking at him and hearing his voice. I hear a soft sigh escape him as I lean against the door followed by footsteps going back down the hall. Closing my eyes, I slide down the door and curl up on the floor with my knees to my chest again.

'Elijah, what are you doing without me? Are you okay? Are you looking for me? Do you care that I'm gone at all?' I release shaky breaths and once again hide in the cradle of my arms. I cry and I cry until I no longer had the energy to stay awake. I didn't bother to get up and go onto the bed; instead I just lied down on the hardwood floor, blankly staring ahead of me at nothing in particular. Is this what my life is to be: waking up in the night, eating, then crying myself to sleep? Waking up... eating... being fed off of until I pass out from blood loss... crying and wishing to be safe at home again by my brother's side.

'I can't do this. I can't stay here! I want to go home! I want to go home! I want to go home.' I weakly lift my hands to my head and grip my hair tightly, silent tears sliding down my cheeks. I fell asleep for a bit, but it couldn't have been longer than a few minutes before I woke up. When I woke, I decided to move over to my bed to bury myself in the warm blankets so that I could continue sleeping more comfortably... No, this is not my bed. My bed is at home, where I should be. Groaning loudly, I form a cocoon around me using the comforter while sobbing quietly to myself

I don't plan on leaving this room for a very long time.

Dracula's POV:

In a foul mood, I entered the dining hall, planning to grab a light snack from the kitchen. I may get my nutrients from blood, but human food helps as well. Besides, it's more of a thirst than hunger when I crave the red substance. I'm surprised by the sight of a broken dish on the floor and knew that Y/N must've been the cause.

'She must've thrown a fit. What a troublesome girl,' although, I suppose she has a right to be upset, so I'll let it go for now. Walking over to the table, I pass the mess and wave my hand over it. The shattered pieces collect themselves and rise above the ground before following me into the kitchen, where I discard them into the bin. My powers release the shards, but I continue to stare at them.

"What am I going to do with her?" Sighing, I push back my messy, black hair with both my hands. I hadn't brushed my it yet because I plan to sleep again after eating. It is still too early for me to be up, but I was hungry. I just happened to pass my new blood bag on the way to the kitchen.

Poor thing was terribly lost. I almost feel bad for bringing the poor girl here, but I had my reasons. I was just surprised is all. All the women I've brought to my home succumbed to me immediately after their first experience with the feeding, but she didn't. Why?

I know she enjoyed it. I could practically still hear the moans she had tried so hard to contain and feel the way her nails felt as they dug into my back. She had one of the stronger reactions to the venom, especially with being new, so why is she not craving it? In the past, I'd have women begging me to do it again and again, even when I had no thirst. I'd politely decline them on most occasions when that happened.

'Perhaps she just needs more time?'

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Translations:

(1): Draga Mea = My Dear