OI!!!! I do not, and will never own Dracula or anything pertaining to it ::cries::
Mary shook herself out of her reverie, picking up the cds and placing them back on the shelf. "He's not real!" she said forcefully, going upstairs on the elevator. "Hey Mare," Lucy called from behind the upstairs receptionist's desk, "I need help finding the new Marilyn Manson cds, wanna help?" she asked, labeling a few Led Zeppolins distractedly, watching as a dark haired stranger walked into the store, demanding all female attention.
"Luce?" Mary asked worriedly, as she went into a sort of trance, all the while touching her neck absently. "Yeah, Mare?" she asked, her voice cracking slightly. "Something wrong?" Mary asked, as the song "Tainted Love" by Marilyn Manson suddenly blared to life on the speakers. "Uh...no...no! Erm, yeah. Hey Mare, I'm going to go downstairs and...help...the guy who just walked in..." she breathed, still fixated on him, entranced. "Alright..." Mary said resignedly, as they both walked onto the escalator.
Lucy walked off to gawk at the new customer, who past by her and went straight toward Mary. "Hi there!" Lucy said, stepping in front of him. "Welcome to Virgin Records, how may I—oommpff!!" she said, as she was pushed against a wall of cds. The handsome man walked straight past Lucy, and grasped Mary's wrist before she could enter the storage room. With a sudden grace and a mind probe, the man known as Dracula whirled Mary around, encasing her tightly in his strong arms, locking the door to the storage room behind them even as the customers and employees forgot who the couple were.
Mary panicked. Why was he so familiar? That scent, that flare...her eyes widened. It was him! "Mary..." he breathed, his European accent tinting his English. "For so long have I waited...to find someone not bitten, but born...my Mary...my Mate..." he whispered, one hand stroking her hair as the other pushed her leg up, so it wrapped around his waist, drawing her closer. Mary gasped, feeling him throbbing against her. He growled softly, as she rubbed against him, and was suddenly kissing her, ravaging her mouth. "Mary..." he whispered, kissing her and stroking the outline of her left breast. "You are...mine...as I...am yours..."
And suddenly, Mary was lost in oblivion as his hands found their way beneath her clothes, as she was pushed onto a silk bed...a red silk sheet...and underneath him. He was everywhere, touching, caressing, filling her...taking her over and over, in an endless cycle so viscous and primal, yet so touching and loving. "Mary!" he roared, his eyes turning red, as he almost tenderly bit into her jugular. Mary gasped, her orgasm and his coming amazingly fast, along with blinding pain...and then, finally, bliss.
"Mary..." Dracula whispered, encasing her in his arms. "Mine, forever..."
"Dracula," the vampire bride Mary breathed, "Mine, forever..."