Fourty Eight

Dracul.

"Rise and shine sleepyhead." A voice calls me out from underneath the murky depths of unconsciousness.

My eyes open up tenderly at first to the sight of Elena smiling back at me.

"Elena." I call out, my vision still a bit clouded. "Where the fuck am I?"

"Elena's not here." Came the cold voice. "I'm afraid you'll have to make do with me."

The coldness of the voice, like iron pikes slithering over my heart, this wasn't waking up to the life back at the castle, the vileness in her tone was the very spike of adrenaline my body needed jarring me awake as well whatever dormant memory laid in my head.

"Who the fuck are you?" I growl. "Where the fuck am I?"

Her eyes twinkle viciously and a hint of a smile plays upon her face.

"Finally." She sighs. "We're getting somewhere, do you need a minute more because by now you'd have begun-"

"I'll have your head off your bloody neck." I growl rushing up at her only to be pulled back by luminescent chains.

"That." She finished her statement