~Chapter 1: Plunged~
Yumiko shifted happily in her own bed, stretching out contently in her sleep. She was dreaming of Angelo yet again and giggled to herself as the dream seemed to feel more like the real world.
She felt his hand pull away the covers from her naked body and began to caress from her legs, up to her thighs and finally stroke tenderly on her hips.
The gloved, long, slender fingers travelled up, massaging and pressing down against her skin as they went.
Yumiko wiggled happily at his stroking and loved the way he 'teased her' by purposefully skipping straight up to her stomach (though he knew, she loved it when he done that).
'Angelo.' The name whispered in her head and she arched into his touch as the two hands travelled over her breasts and glided over her collarbone.
The fingers stroked lovingly towards her neck and back and forth.
'Hello Yumiko.' A voice whispered back and Yumiko felt the fingers return to her throat.
It took her three seconds to realise whose voice was now speaking in her head and to know that this dream meant something.
That it wasn't a dream at all.
Yumiko' eyes shot open, just as a hand came roughly about the front of her throat and she was met with the red, crimson eyes of Alucard.
"This shan't hurt love." He gave her a smile that she'd never seen from him before, somewhere between crazed and psychotic (more so to the point she thought he'd gone mad).
She didn't have time to react as something was suddenly brought over her face and pressed down hard. She didn't even have time to gulp down breath that she knew she needed. She just screamed and clawed and fought with all that she could. She screamed so loudly in the hope that someone might hear, her own voice and need for air making her head go all funny.
She knew.
She knew he wasn't just trying to make her go to sleep or pass out. There was always a chance she'd wake up.
He was killing her.
Alucard smirked and tightened fingers on one hand to squeeze the life out of her as the other one pressed down the pillow into her face, just to make sure.
The muffled screams washed over him euphorically and he was reminded of the wonderful times he'd spent thinking about her, imagining her writhing beneath him in pain and pleasure, Mozart' symphony 40 playing over and over in his head like a tape recording.
Eventually, her flailing limbs stilled and only a few small fits and convulsions came from her, before the body stilled completely.
Alucard laughed quietly to himself as he removed the pillow from her face. Her eyes were shut and her mouth hung open as it had done in her desperate attempt for air.
He stroked her face tenderly before sliding off the bed and lifting her effortlessly.
"Ah, if only you were my bride, I would have held you like this," he huskily whispered to her and only her as he nuzzled against her neck where his favourite scent lay, "let this be the honeymoon you never gave me. Come we have much to do."
He talked with her normally, not caring if she could not hear him or if anyone else heard him. He still had one last trip to make before his wonderful play could really begin.