<strong>(Setup)</strong><br/>The air was especially tense on this night. Her master was fiddling with most everything in reach. No, he was not her master, he was a weak creature of darkness.<br/><br/>Ignatius was his name.. He was an ancient vampire though he passed for  an attractive man no older then 40. That is what he wanted her and every other mortal to believe. Arya discovered his falsehood shortly after being hired on as his assistant.<br/><br/>They lived in San Fransisco in a great estate secluded from the main roads. He was searching for an assistant and the job offered housing... The foolish mortal was eager to accept the role- for she was in grave debt with her student loans. A month into her employment, the red headed beauty grew curiouser and curiouser of the master of the estate.. Investigating, exploring, and her damn stupidity trapped her into ever lasting servitude.<br/><br/>Ignatius was a vampire and as he liked to say.. A collector of beauty. He had many lovely and ancient treasures but now, she was one of them. Occasionally he fed from her but other then that... She had to resume her duties as his mortal assistant.<br/><br/>A year now since her entrapment had passed and Ignatius was now worrying over a new vampire- no!- an old vampire..<br/><br/>Dracula.<br/><br/>"He is not a myth?" Arya insisted, truly amazed by all she had learned in her year of serving.<br/>"There is no such thing." Ignatius laughed at the meek mortal.<br/><br/>Arya was annoyed by his treatment of her. She would kill him someday for enslaving her. She had tried to run once but during the day but the wolves that guarded his estate scared her back inside and by some mystery, Ignatius found out about her attempt to flee and punished her with a beating. Another reason to loath him and all vampire creatures.<br/><br/>Despite Ignatius's cruel temper, he was a respectable man.. She learned more then she ever thought possible from his stories and she had to be thankful for that.<br/><br/>"Arya. Come out now." A roar from two doors away demanded. Frustrated, Arya walked out in a huff with her new dress on and her hair re-styled for the fourth time.<br/><br/>"Does this please you?" She demanded clearly annoyed to have changed her hair, her makeup, and outfit four times now.<br/>He circled her tucked away loose strands she could not see with her mortal eyes then nodded. "Good." He finally settled down.<br/><br/>Arya Grace wore vey little makeup, a neutral pink lipgloss, mascara to enhance her lashes, and a shimmery eyeshadow. Her dress was deep burgundy red and she wore a nude heel. We red hair was pinned up in loose curls fashioned in a stylish updo. Elegant yet alluring was how Ignatius wished to present his gift.<br/><br/>He handed the letter with his seal on it to the girl. "Give this to the master of the estate. If it has been read-"<br/>"-yes, he will know because the seal is broken." Arya interrupted him, clearly annoyed.<br/>He rewarded her with a slap across the face for her impetuous attitude. "Do not act this way to Dracula." He warned her sternly. "Be kind to him and to his brides. I hope you may be one. Dracula is a friend. A respected man. And you could make a fine bride to him."<br/>Arya made a disgusted face and turned away "I loathe you. And I will never drink blood the way you creatures do."<br/>Ignatius tossed his head back and laughed. "I wish I could come to watch you make a fool of yourself. Provoke the wrong vampire and it may end your life." He chuckled and sent her off.<br/><br/>With the letter in hand, and her luggage in the trunk, she slid her slender form into the back seat and waited for the driver to deliver her to Dracula..<br/><br/>Arya would be a fool to say she was not afraid.. Yes she was nervous. She only knew one vampire and now she was to be given to a most powerful vampire and meet more vampires at this party... Dracula brides would be there too- ugh... A bride. That is what Ignatius wanted her to be. If Dracula did not want her then he could send her back to serve Ignatius. If he did want her though.. She may live eternally with strangers she would "learn to love"- as Ignatius put it.<br/><br/>"Burn them all." Arya muttered under her breath as she was taken to Dracula's estate.<br/><br/>(To Dracula)<br/><em>My dear friend,<br/>We have been in touch for some time now and I regret to say I am unable to attend your party for personal matters I must attend. I welcome you to California and offer my assistance in any way during your time here. <br/><br/>We have spoke of Arya Grace, a most impetuous and headstrong young woman I have come to find most useful. I offer her to you as a gift. She is a handful at times but I quite liked her streak of defiance. Should you find her company unpleasant, I will accept her back and do apologize. <br/><br/>Your friend,<br/>Ignatius</em><br/><br/>(To Elizabeth)<br/>Arya woke to the car throwing her body forward but the seatbelt holding her back is it came to an abrupt halt. Groaning from the rude awakening, she peered her head out the window to gaze upon a great estate. "Wow..." She finally said. It was nicer then Ignatius's!<br/><br/>Was she the first to arrive? It felt that way... The driver opened the door for her and escorted her up to the grand doors of Dracula's estate. Knocking on the door, Arya fidgeted nervously, her eyes surveying every inch of what she could see.<br/>"There is no escape." The driver reminded her harshly- a mortal himself.<br/>Annoyed, she returned her attention to the door as it opened. A servant greeted them and she stepped in feeling rushed by the driver. He was clearly ready to leave. Annoyed, she wondered off to let them deal with her situation. With the letter still in hand, she walked out to wear the party would be and noticed a most enchanting beauty... Her hair was like hold and her body showed no marks of distress. She had to be a vampire.. And being the only other person here, she assumed this woman was a Bride of Dracula's.<br/><br/>Arya stepped back nervously and of course, knocked into a working woman holding a bottle of wine. The wine smashed to the floor and caused a great mess. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!" She leaned down to help the servant but was shooed away. Embarrassed, her cheeks flushed red and she walked away from the scene and to the blonde woman. "I am searching for the master of this house.. I have a letter." She explained, her voice cracked showing her fear of the powerful creature but she stood tall almost defiant to give in to her fears.