Dracula sat patiently on his throne chair, this time he didn't hold any glass of blood like before.
He was in a good mood, he felt relaxed and contented, he finally had what he always wanted.
Someone walked in without making much noise, but Dracula sensed it and a smirk appeared on his face when the person stood behind him.
"What will happen if I thrust this silver knife into your chest?" She spoke close to his ear.
Dracula's smile widened even more. The sharp edge of a silver knife rested on the upper left side of his chest where his heart rested.
"Go ahead darling, as far as I would die in your arms."
Valeria slowly pierced his skin, injuring him and thrusting the knife deeper...it was delightful to do it, she felt contented hurting him even though he didn't make any sound of pain.
