Fourty Six

Dracul

My eyes bored in heavily on Elena as Ryder and Delan spontaneously caught on fire, some paranoid part of me still wanting to hold on to the image of the unforgiving untameable sorceress that she'd transformed into. I don't know how long I must have stared until our eyes locked, there were no words exchanged between us, but my look must have conveyed all that I thought.

She turned quickly from me before I could glimpse her emotions, whispering something to the nearest guards before being abruptly whisked away, I wanted to follow, needed to, the beast within me growling and purring to make things right instantly.

"Where are you going?" Gulliver says grasping my hand tightly. "For the love of Sanity, Am i the only normal person here?, What do you think the people will say, leaving them in such an uproar?"

His words made sense and at the same time it didn't to me, in the end it would seem that Gulliver's rationality won out, and I stayed, I have no recollection of what I said, but