Summary: A noblewoman becomes a vampire. She wants revenge, to kill the one who did this to her. But nothing is easy, considering his the Son of the Devil. Contains Evil Dracula, course language, sex senses, violence, Verona, Marishka, Aleera, and a lot of sins!
This is not my usual type of fanfic. Although Dracula is leaning towards the evil side in the Dracula's Return series, he's not as evil as he is in this fanfic! And yes the name very much suits this story, you want to know why? Then read.
Disclaimer: I'm not Stephen Summers, but anything else in this fanfic that doesn't belong to him, is mine! (That includes the plot!) Though you might be able to borrow it if you ask nicely...
Don't Bite The Hand That Feeds You
Chapter 1
Human No More
Had she stayed inside the Manor, she would have quickly burned to death. That fire was not of mortal origin. She had felt it. Hell Fire.
She'd jumped into the lake to escape death, but she'd almost drowned, if it hadn't been for Demour Courté her friend and guardian. Just when she'd seen black, he'd grabbed her, pulling her from the water.
If she thought she could handle it alone, she was wrong. She didn't know why, but Lucifer wanted her dead. What could she have possibly done to deserve the hatred of the Master of Hell? Her home destroyed. Her kingdom. Her people. Her parents. All gone...
It had been five years since her world had come crashing down; she had been sixteen, now she was twenty-one. Skilled in the arts of the sword and hand-to-hand combat, she was a very skilled rider, especially when she was riding Layla, her black Transylvanian horse, her sixteenth birthday present, her constant reminder.
She dug in her heels, causing her mare to spur on. Demour Courté was leading the way through town. They had entered Budapest, not so long ago. Had she come alone, she'd have been dead by now, for Budapest was the only, solely vampire populated city, in the world.
'Demour, why do you protect me?' She had asked this question since she was a child, old enough to speak.
'I told you it's between your forefather, Liance and me.' That was what he always said. He was about one hundred years younger then Dracula, and he'd been a fledgling in Liance's time. Demour never told her what had happened back then. He never spoke of it.
She didn't know much about her friend's past. Only that he had been the noble guard for her family for five years when he had been bitten. He was originally from France, which explained his accent, and was very loyal to Count Dracula, but he wouldn't betray her family if he could help it. Was that why she'd never passed the Transylvanian border until now?
But always she couldn't leave well enough alone...
'Come on tell me, please.' She had no idea that this was another turning point in her life. It would never be the same again.
'No.'
'Please?'
'No!'
'Can you please?'
'I said, NO!' It only got worse. The shouting got louder, and finally, she got so angry that she spurred her horse far ahead, where he lost not only sight of her, but her all together.
He rode for hours trying to find her, but to no avail. Was she lying dead somewhere? Or had someone turned her? He suddenly realised something horrible...
It was summer.
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Why couldn't he have told her? What was so bad that he refused to talk about it? What could he have possible done that he would need to pay penance to her family?
She was no longer riding so hard. Why did anyone need a vampire guide? This wasn't so bad; it was great. No problem.
But that's when it all went wrong...
She turned suddenly; sure she'd heard something that was unnatural. Surely it was just her imagination... right?
She stared to tremble in fear, and that's when it knocked her off her horse, whatever it was. Layla, scared out of her wits, galloped off back the way she had come, leaving her in the dark.
'Thanks Layla.' She muttered. What was she going to do now? What if it was a demon? Or maybe it was an unfriendly vampire? Whatever it was, it was sneaking up on its unsuspecting prey.
Just before it reached her, however, she turned. She caught a glimpse of black and white, before it sunk its fangs in her neck. The creature, whatever it was did not drink her dry, but she had passed out just as it removed its teeth from her neck.
A/N: If you have trouble with names, I'll give you a pronunciation, so let me know. Ok?