I turned back to the gate and took a closer look at it: it was part of the high fence that obviously surrounded the entire estate. The top of the iron gate was crowned with sharp spires, and the fence itself was wrapped in some bright, curly green plant covered in purple and dark pink flowers.
It was the estate of a true English aristocrat of delicate taste, and in my heart I involuntarily confessed to myself that it was simply magnificent. On the way to the estate I had imagined my future prison in a completely different way, thinking that Grayson's castle would be a scary dark building covered in fog, as it is often portrayed in vampire films, gloomy and frightening. But Grayson's castle was the complete opposite of that picture: it was beautiful, bright and well-maintained.
"So I'll have a luxury prison," I grinned, but I was sure I'd spend the rest of my time rotting in the dank casemates that this castle, so bright on the outside, was probably filled with.
Grayson seemed to have forgotten about me, and I didn't know where to go or what to do, so I sat on the beautiful bench by the fountain and waited for the vampire to come back for me.
How silly! He was gone, but instead of trying to escape, I waited patiently for him to return! Escape – what a sweet word! But that cruel vampire knew the words he used to bind me to him tighter than a chain, and he made me an obedient puppet-as soon as he mentioned Cedric's name, my will died.
– How do you like my modest residence? – I heard the vampire's voice just above my ear, making me jump with surprise.
How could he sneak up on me so silently, despite the fine gravel of the paths?
– She's not immodest at all," I said, glancing up at him; fortunately, Grayson was in the shadow of the castle and not a horrible skeleton.
– Come on, let's go get your luggage. – The vampire grabbed my hand, and we walked to his car again.
When we stepped out into the sunlight, I was horrified to see the vampire's hand clutching mine: it had turned into an ugly bone, covered in yellow, dried skin. I felt creepy and uncomfortable, but I couldn't even squeak-it made Grayson even more frightening. He was something even worse than Cedric. His true age was probably the reason. What was he saying? He's over three hundred years old!