Dracula
He breathed fire from his nose, marching down the stairs with steps enough to break through a wooden floor.
"Mark!" He yelled, anger pumping through his veins with a clenched jaw.
He got into the living room and glanced around the grey painted walls before settling his gaze on the milk leather cushions. He met the gaze of a girl who he thought was a little too skinny.
Immediately, she averted her gaze and sat up.
"Hello, master." She greeted, her head bowed.
"Where's that bastard?!" He gnashed his teeth, trying his possible best not to transfer his aggression to the girl.
"Who, sir?" She raised her head to look at him with a questioning gaze.
Dracula stopped for a minute and solely wondered why her collar bones were that protruding. Was she sick?
"Mark.
