I honestly never thought I would write outside the Phantom fandom, but here we go. Enormous thanks to luvscharlie on LJ for a brilliant spot of betaing.
Dance of the Vampire
The ballroom and its guests were like those out of a dream. Women of breathtaking beauty and men with striking looks, sharp and chiselled with a hint of danger, spun in formations so complex it would have taken an eternity to perfect.
However 'beauty' and 'deceit' are often used together, and if the vulnerable girl being spun around in the middle of the room, as though under a spell, knew of her predicament, she would know there was no point in fighting. Human strength was futile, when matched with a room of undead…
The man who held the girl on his arm emanated power. He fed on fear. He knew that although the guests paid him, their lord and master, due respect, they were careful to always be watching him out of the corner of their eye. Waiting…
Dracula turned his attention to his prize. The colour of her dress a perfect metaphor for what defined her from the rest of the crowd. A macabre representation of what flowed through her veins.
In the kaleidoscope of spinning spectacle, he was the ultimate puppet master, and his victim was beginning to feel the nausea from his dizzying game.
He smirked as he drank in her appearance. He had set this up with a calculated maliciousness, so conniving he had to congratulate himself. And if all went according to plan, he would soon be acquiring not only the monster and, in turn, life for his children, but a fourth bride. It was most certainly an occasion worthy of celebration, and what better night than All Hallow's Eve?
No running, Anna. No fighting. No childish remarks.
She was his to control. Even now, she was under his power. Although he felt her mind rebel, her body submitted to his every whim.
If you want to get out of here with your heart beating, you must think your way out.
It wouldn't be long before he possessed her in every way: mind, body and spirit…
I look forward to this, Princess…
He dipped her low in front of a mirror and, aided by a darkly sharp comment, revealed the helplessness of her situation.
What's this? No struggle? Giving up? Tsk, tsk, Anna, I am disappointed.
Her eyes widened, as she came to a full understanding of his intentions. There would be no trade tonight.
I was waiting for one final game.
He ran his hands over her body, savouring what would soon be his.
No matter, I was always going to win, and now I have you. The last of the Valerious…
She couldn't run…
I could not imagine a sweeter end.
She couldn't struggle…
Closing this business with a bite.
No escape…
I always like to finish things with style.
No hope.
Goodbye, Anna Valerious.
He leaned back, and she closed her eyes, as his fangs grew, bracing herself for the inevitable.
I will see you on the other side, when you are reborn.