The last thing I remember was the feeling of the heavy blankets gently covering me to

protect from the cold wind outside.

I don know how long I’ve been here, but when I open my eyes, I see a high ceiling and a big and fancy room filled with things such as a wardrobe, a dressing table, a writing desk by the side of my bed, and a couple of doors that would lead to a balcony.

I found myself with other clothes, different than the other I remember going to sleep with. I hug my legs, scared with that and without any kind of idea about what I should do.

Still scared, I get up from the queen size bed and make my way through what I believe to be the balcony’s door.

I open it when my eyes meet a beautiful and well-taken care garden that extends up to where my eyes can reach. I  notice with a smile that there is a small rose bush over my balcony as I can smell the scent of the flowers.

My delight gets abruptly interrupted once the bedroom’s door opens in a high pitched

squeak, making me immediately turn myself around from the jump it made me do.

“So, you are finally awake.”

He is a man. A tall and beautiful one should I say. He has black hair, white skin, and was also wearing black clothes with black boots, and if it wasn’t for the absence of a cover I could say he was either a younger version of Count Dracula or even a rockstar in rising.

He comes closer, making the distance between us even smaller than it was. And then

I can see his eyes properly: It’s red, blood-red eyes that I thought to be

oddly charming for someone as scary as him.

“Who are you?”

I ask, trying my best to control my shivering hands behind my back.

“Oh, Bella.”

A shiver ran through my body once he said my name, but now I was sure he knew me even if that was in a way couldn’t understand.

He probably notices my feelings once he gives a few steps back to make me feel comfortable.

“Where am I? Who are you?”

I ask, scared and with my head low to not face him. All I know is that I am far from

home and that my family is probably calling the police now they didn’t find me in my bed.

“Hey…” His tone is kind and a concerned one and, although I am scared of him, there is something about this guy that doesn’t make me uncomfortable at all.

“Don’t cry, please.”

I feel him placing his middle finger on my cheeks once a tear fall from my eyes.

“Answer me, please,” I ask, with my hands shivering in fear

“I can’t believe you don’t remember me, but I’m Rudolf.”

That name sounds familiar somehow but I feel like something is blocking that on my mind.

“I can’t tell you yet why you are here, but I hope you can forgive me and trust me because I don’t intend on hurting you or anything else.”

Rudolf is speaking in a gentle tone, which kind of helps me to feel better but still doesn’t make the fear fade away completely.

“Where are we?”

I ask looking around me all over again.

“My castle.”

When he says that, my eyes are already fixed on him when I notice something rather terrifying.

He has fangs.