Re: Stairwell to the eleventh floor
Lucy trailed after the two with a shrill, empty giggle, another holdover from those years of being human. If she suspected Mina's recalcitrance her demeanor didn't show it; instead, Lucy imitated a young coquette, leaning against Dracula with kittenish playfulness, holding onto Mina's hand.
"We won't see Van Helsing, will we?" Lucy parroted the name even though a part of her felt real fury, the echo of that fucker rattling in her half-dead brain.