Chapter 12

He stared at the locket again, brushing the surface slowly with his thumb as a warm smile spread across his face. 

His heart twitched when he remembered the barrier that was between them. He averted his gaze to the window and watched as the sun shined brightly on mother nature. 

He looked down at the locket again, but this time, he wasn't smiling-he was in pain and his eyes reflected it. 

"I'll save you, I promise." He whispered to the locket and stared longly at it. 

The locket had a picture of a girl whose eyes were full of life and it seemed like the picture was alive and staring into his soul. They mirrored the blue dress she had on and a small smile played at the corners of her lips. Short, black curls hung down the sides of her face.

He raised the locket to his lips and kissed it, striking a memory in his head. 

"Azazel, we have come to worship you." They bowed as Dracula sprinkled the sacred water on the statu