*Storm's POV*

I couldn't stop moving forward, I felt in a dream, one I wasn't in control of, standing off to the side, watching the action with a pounding heart and streaming at myself to wake up. I honestly didn't know if I intended to kill him,I feared him. I felt his darkness in me, so strong that I couldn't resist. I tried yet I was unable to stop each step forward.

Dracula's fingers shackled my waist. Enormously strong. Incredibly gentle. His touch set my heart pounding and my knees inexplicably turned to rubber. I sank down into the edge of the bed. His hands slid up my arms, finger...