Elaine Count

*Elle sat in the corner of the dark castle licking the blood off her finger. She was softly humming to herself with her back leaned against the wall. She licks the rest of it off and stands, walking to the window of Transylvania Castle. The moon is out, as is the stars. But she sees someone down below, a figure. Her eyes narrow to the figure, her father coming up behind her and placing a hand on her shoulder. Her tone was dead, and cold.* Father, who is that?