Stop following me. (second spinoff of never leave you alone)

Chapter twenty nine

The hands on her shoulders were cold, like a corpse.
The pale hands had what looked like claws on the ends of the fingers, the grip was not rough or mean.
It was a bit unsure.
"Your skin is soft, and warm."

(Y/n) looked at the claws as they let go, "where am I?"
"My home.", was the response, "I could not let Edman catch you."
The halls were dark but (y/n) could see some things, she felt the hands feel down her arm and gently take her hand.
"I apologize if it's dark.", the man said, "I don't enjoy bright light so much."
The Scandinavian followed, "Edman was the one who shot Gilen?"
"Da.", was the reply.

Gilen got hurt.
(Y/n) felt bad for that, She did not want him to be harmed.
The female walked with her companion, she looked up and saw red glowing eyes looking down at her.
The eyes lit up a part of his face.
Dracul.
"How are you touching me? We are not supposed to touch.", (y/n) asked.
"Those gloves you have on. They block magic enough for us to touch without consequences.", the Man's voice was deep and sounded a bit proud, "I made them in the years you were missing. After I learned of why I feel like I do around you."

Dracul could see that she was a bit scared, "you are welcome to look around on your own. I won't force you to do anything."
The female shook her head and held onto the male's arm, she'd rather have a bit of company from him than be alone in the dark.
The man did not react to her holding onto him like that, he seemed content with it.
She could fell his arm warming up a bit from her heat, he had a distinct smell.
It was not bad at all, it was pleasant.
Like sweet herbs and his own male smell.
"Are you cold?", the male asked, "my home is usually cold to those who are not used to it."
"I'll be fine.", the silver haired female said and held onto his arm.

The Romanian man showed her a room, "this shall be your room. You can rest here when you get tired. There is the restroom. And the bathing room is there."
The man pointed to each one, he hesitated before putting a hand on (y/n)'s head.
He gently petted the hair, "I will get more blankets for you if you need them."
(Y/n) walked into the room and looked around after Dracul turned on the light, it was a nice room.
Dark wood vanity and chest of drawers, a wardrobe of the same type.
The bed was beautiful with detailed carving and what looked like silk canopy and curtains on it, the plush comforter a deep red that offset the white sheets.
The silver haired female sat on the bed, "thank you."
Dracul nodded, "your stave is in the top drawer, if you need anything I shall be in my room or the lab."

He left before the female could ask where either was.
She was alone again, but he was nice enough to leave the lights on.
The curtains were drawn so nothing could be seen, small bits of light filtered through the curtains.
The silver haired Scandinavian walked over to the window and pulled the curtains open, she was high up in the castle.
It was midday, a few hours after she was taken from Luciano.
She was relieved to be away from the Italian but missed Gilen, the Prussian was a sweetheart to her.
She looked at her reflection, the long dress looked like the night sky.
It was a strapless dress that showed off her shoulders, the bottom of the length spread around her on the floor, the gloves reached up to just below her shoulders.
The dress hugged her curves and only flared out just above the knees.
The woman lay on the bed, it was comfortable.

She did not realize she fell asleep until she woke with the sun setting, "I must have been tired."
The female got up and looked out of the window, she watched the sky turn from blue to yellow, to pink, and finally black.
The stars came out of hiding and the Scandinavian female smiled, it was beautiful.
She walked out of the room and through the now lit corridor.
Dracul stepped out of a room with messy hair and rubbed his eyes, his shirt was a bit wrinkled and he looked sleepy.

"Ah yes the majestic creature of the night.", (y/n) teased as she felt unusually comfortable with the dark magic user.
The Romanian looked at her a bit annoyed, "you sound exactly like your brother."
The silver haired female gagged, "ew."
The Romanian male went back inside his room for a bit then walked out with a clean and pressed outfit.
The color scheme was a dull greyish purple, suited him.
"Do you need something to eat?", Dracul asked.
(Y/n) nodded, "Ja."
"Follow.", Dracul said and walked. The female followed behind him.