Mod 5: Lucy’s Story


Lucy barely slept that night, and in the morning she ordered breakfast privately in her room. She asked her maid if the Count was still in residence, and was told he was gone before anyone had risen, including his guest. Elizabeth, Lucy was told, was preparing presently to take her leave of the house as well.

Lucy forced herself to eat, although nothing she consumed had much flavor. Her fury of the night before had burned off, leaving her feeling cold inside. She found herself staring into her teacup, not seeing anything. There was only one thought in her head, and that was, “I must do something next. But what? What is there for me to do?”

Suddenly Lucy heard a song at the window: the lark she had heard the previous morning had returned to perch on the tree outside. “That lark brought me hope yesterday,” she told herself, listening to the cheerful chirping. “I never thought I would be free, and I was free. I’m still free—I haven’t an ounce of love for that monster anymore. It’s just that I have no idea what to do now.”

Lucy knew one thing she didn’t want to do now: run away again. This was her home, this was her life. She wanted it back. She wanted her old life back, even though it seemed right now she could barely remember it.

She felt so broken, like she couldn’t possibly function like she used to…like her soul had been taken from her and she was left an empty shell.

Lucy was lost in this dark reverie when there was a knock at the door. Her maid always brought in her morning mail on a tray, and that was the case then; Lucy took the single envelope from the tray and the maid departed without a word.

Listlessly, Lucy opened the envelope. Inside was an invitation to an upcoming ball at the estate of some family friends. The ball was an annual affair, and in the past, Lucy always had a splendid time. Suddenly she realized that while involved with the Count, she hadn’t attended a single social event. Her mother had mentioned how society was missing her, but Lucy had paid no attention, being far too preoccupied and lethargic to feel any excitement at the prospect of dressing up in fine clothes, visiting with friends, and dancing.

She hadn’t felt a twinge of excitement then, but right now the idea of a ball actually made Lucy smile.

Why couldn’t she pick up where she left off? Maybe she had let her life be consumed by this for a long time, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t start again. She was still that person who loved to dance reels, and could bring pleasure with her conversation. If she went to this ball, she might find out she was still that same young woman she remembered.

But Count Dracula…he was still around, lurking, waiting to bring her pain again. He would spoil everything—

Then Lucy remembered. She recalled one very important fact about Dracula: he couldn’t enter a home, or even a room, without being invited. Before, her entire being had become one big invitation to him. Well, that was no longer true. She could say no—she would say no! And she would teach him it was no use bothering her ever again.

Lucy got out of bed and stood up. This was going to work…she knew it was, she believed it with every fiber of her being. With a confident stride, she crossed the room to her desk. She sat down and drew out a card to write, to respond with a joyful “yes” to the invitation to the ball.

This is a real turning point for Lucy; let’s look at the turning point in my story with Max

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