♤ September 18th, 1841....
The rain softly pitter-pattered against the black tinted windows of the old Victorian manor. It was cold here. The windows were covered by black or deep velvet red curtains, preventing light from peeking inside. It was a nice manor. It looked as though it belonged to Queen Victoria herself. But alas, it didn't. It belonged to a creature unknown. A vampire. "Count Dracula" he likes to call himself.
I cannot believe he is forcing me into marrying him....
The marriage is in December.. I am not ready.
Not too long ago, I was just the baker of my village down this rather long, steep hill. All I remember was walking through the forest in search of firewood for my bakery and home, and then I was somewhere else, this manor to be precise.
Curse that ghastly looking man? vampire? I do not know what to call him anymore. He confuses me greatly. Why did he want to marry me of all people? I am a man! It is wrong! Does he not care?!
I sigh as I look out the window, my elbow against the windowsill, my chin resting in my hand. I found comfort in watching the soft pitter-patter of the rain against the windows, especially now. The settee I was on was rather comfortable. It was velvety red with golden patterns and decorations. How did Dracula even find all of these richly materials? I do not know.
The sound of slow, deliberate footfalls snap me out of my thoughts. What did he want now? Was keeping me locked up in here not enough? I felt his deathly cold hand on my shoulder, making me shudder.
"What have I told you about opening the curtains?" His voice was low, sultry, as though trying to seduce me. But he was scolding me I knew. I felt his long hair on my shoulder, felt it brush against my cheek. I do not know how to feel anymore. I just.. I just don't.