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With his hand beneath her jaw, her smile grew significantly once his words left his lips. Aleera had the faint thought to wrap her arms around him to pull him into the tightest of hugs. Her loveliest dreams felt as if they were becoming true as her wandering heart had so longed hoped.

Though the reason of adding ‘sisters’ was not one she had ever wished to think of.

“Are you honest in your words,” she asked, her giddy excitement still remained within her words at the thought of being within the great sidewalks of London, well away from the sludge that had become the place she had come to call home, “Will you take me with you?”

"When have I not been honest?" It was true no matter how hurtful the truth he had been honest with all of them. He could feel her excitement like a vibrating force around her. "I shall take you when the time comes." He brought her closer to him bringing back full control to himself. "Begin to pack your things but bring no attention to the others. Let not a word pass your lips about this or you will find yourself shut to here with them." His words were a toxic threat. His arms though gently held her close to his body.

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He allowed her to take his hands to hold them in her own. He let them sit lightly his fingers brushing her palms. 

He smiled curious what could be on her mind. If he wished he could simply scour her mind for the answer, but he did not wish to at this moment. “Go on my darling.” 

She pulled close to her love, her body brushing up against his as she held herself close to him. She’d take every moment she could to be in his embrace and she would not let this one go to waste. For the moment, he was her’s and her’s alone.

“I have a longing, my love,” she answered, calling him a term of endearment with the softest of smiles upon her lips, “to see a new place. Do you think it possible that we may travel to London? Together?”

It was the few and only times he allowed her to feel in control. of course at any moment he could change that, but for now he enjoyed it. 

My love, he smiled at the term. Verona and Marishka never used such terms. As her words spilled from her lips he halted. His hands grew a bit stiff in hers. How did she know? He had been planning even contacting a few in England looking for an estate. Had she seen his plans? He had not intended taking them any of them with him to this new land. It was to be a new start. But, his thoughts subsided as an idea came to. Perhaps she would be useful and pleasant to have on such a journey. Besides he might find just the right ‘sisters’ for her. 

He waited a long while to answer her. “My darling,” he swept one hand up to lay under her chin. “What surprises await you.” he smiled. “I have a solicitor arriving in a few days. You and I shall be going to London sooner than you would have thought.” 

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His lips pulled away from her soft cheek. 

Her skin so sweet.

He could see that sparkle that remained in her eyes. It had never died even the day he had watched her die and rise once more into the night it remained. 

“You might say it has been nothing to complain about.” 

Aleera’s smile remained, her hands reaching out to take hold of his as she pulled her cheek from his lips. It was always a moment full of suffocating, sweet love when she found him in the best of moods.

“As has mine,” she answered, her hands lightly squeezing his, “I had a thought, if you do not mind me expressing it?”

He allowed her to take his hands to hold them in her own. He let them sit lightly his fingers brushing her palms. 

He smiled curious what could be on her mind. If he wished he could simply scour her mind for the answer, but he did not wish to at this moment. “Go on my darling.” 

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countvladislausdracula

Completely unbeknownst to Jack, he was standing in front of a man that could kill every part of innocence that he held within him. This man from such a foreign land could destroy every light within his small world.

“I’ve bought her a ring,” Jack answered as he pulled the velvet box from his jacket pocket and held it out for the Count to observe, “I am hoping that she will allow me the honor of becoming her husband.”

A frail man. Considering the others he had seen about. 

He was not the suitor you would think worthy of the woman he spoke of. His profession most certainly was written on his face and features. 

The Count’s hand moved slowly out to take the small box in his hands. He turned it over feeling the softness of it on his fingertips. He positioned the opening where one flick of his finger would open it. “May I?” his heavy accented voice spoke up. 

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Aleera couldn’t help the smile that pulled across her painted lips as she was surprised by the moment of softly given affection. She leaned in, her cold flesh meeting his before turning back to him with a sparkle of affection burning in her dark eyes.

“Have you had a good night, my lord?”

His lips pulled away from her soft cheek. 

Her skin so sweet.

He could see that sparkle that remained in her eyes. It had never died even the day he had watched her die and rise once more into the night it remained. 

“You might say it has been nothing to complain about.” 

“The estate is called Carfax. It looks like part of a keep, and is close to an old chapel or church. I could not enter it, as I had not the key of the door leading to it from the house, but I have taken with my Kodak views of it from various points.There are but few houses close at hand, one being a very large house only recently added to and formed into a private lunatic asylum. It is not, however, visible from the grounds.”

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