Amelia ran in the rain.
Of course, it was raining. Carter had picked a good evening to have the conflict scene.
She rubbed her eyes, trying to get rid of those sentimental tears. But she didn't know if it was her tears, or the rain.
Unspeakable things lurked in the dark. They noticed her. A young, beautiful woman.
A prey for the night.
But all horrors had to step back when a Prince arrived.
Amelia hit her head on the chest of someone. She stumbled backwards and was about to fall flat on her butt when the man grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer.
"Why are you crying, my lady?" The man's soft voice was hypnotizing. Literally.
Amelia looked up.
It was the odd pale man that she saw on the same day she first me Dr. Frankenstein.
The Prince of Transylvania.
"You are..." Amelia widened her eyes. "Dracula?"
The pale man opened up an umbrella and put it over her head.
