By Lady Heather and Countess Mimosa

Every night, she has different visions. Visions of something that she believes is her home. She dreams of a dark castle that is aged deeply. She has always wondered what it was. It was the castle of GreySkull. This was the home of a monster with an eternal soul. Yes. This was the home of Dracula.

She dreams of herself walking into the elderly castle. She sees many things. Ancient pictures hanging from old, dusty walls. Everything seems very familiar. This place feels like her home. As she walks, she starts to touch the walls so gently with her fingers. Outside the castle, she hears the howl of the infamous white wolf. To hear such sounds like this sends chills down her spine. She even knows the name of the white wolf, Phantom. She hears the wind rustling through the palace, and it made the old white curtains sway. She turns around, and spots a painting of a man with a spear in his hand. The spear was drenched in blood. She should be frightened, but she isn’t. There’s a strange calmness about it. As she gazed at the portrait, the warrior seems to beckon her. "Rebecca..." It called out to her. It seemed as if the painting was talking to her. She walks slowly towards the painting, never taking her eyes off of it. She reaches out, and places her hand upon the painting. Suddenly, she felt a cold hand upon her shoulder. She jumps, but is calmed by the strangers voice. "You have returned, my child." She turns around to face the man drenched in a black cloak. It was the man in the painting, it was the man that has beckoned her. It was Dracula.

Her eyes flew open wide, as she sat up upon her bed. She puts a hand on her head, as if she has a headache. "Dracula..." She said to herself. "Why do I feel...like I have known him long ago? Why do I wake up every night in a cold sweat? Why...is he haunting me?"

As Rebecca shades her eyes from the morning glare of the sun, she can’t seem to forget the dream that took place that night. She remembers his gaze, his touch. So strange, but yet so real. She hurries up and showers. She skips her breakfast, for eating was the last thing on her confused mind. She got her book bag, and ran out the house.

As she walks to school, she is met up by her loyal friend, Imelda. Rebecca and Imelda have been best friends since childhood, and they have always been truthful of each other.

Imelda- Hey, Becky, what’ s wrong?

Rebecca- I keep having this strange dream every single night...and..

Imelda- I told you not to eat that kind of food before you go to sleep!

Rebecca- Meldie, I’m serious. The man that is in my dream....to everyone, he is a legend. Some people adore and worship him...And others...

Imelda- Where is this going?

Rebecca- I’m talking about Nosferatu. Das Vampir.

Imelda- Grandfather Morris?

Rebecca whispered in Imelda’s ear what she was talking about.

Imelda- Dracula? You dreamt of Dracula? You’re kidding...right?

Rebecca- You have to believe me on this, Meldie.

Imelda- Have I ever in my life doubted you?

Rebecca- Never. You believe everything I say. And I thank you for it.