b A/N: hi! It's me, deciding to write a Fanfic whilst bored…at midnight. This fic is sort-of an experiment, and be prepared for all sorts of the stuff you suspect in the M section. heehee

Anyways, yeah, THIS my dear peoples, is ALL true, including the fact my real name ish Elizabeth, and everything else. BUT, the not-true stuff are the obvious relationship with Dracula and obvious Van Helsing stuff. Yeah, so enjoy: ) : D /b

Seducing Shoysrock

Elizabeth flipped the lid down on her laptop. Finally, I finished it! The last Blood Ballade, the final one. I was filled with overflowing joy at the end of my greatest triumph since learning my ABC's and potty trained. My series of fan fictions was complete, and this last one I believed was the greatest. As in, sizzle ness I chuckled. Oh yes, indeed I was brave typing this. I guess that I'll have to put this in the M section on Fan fiction .net. 

Well, I must announce it to the family. And so, putting the laptop on the charger, I got up from our brown little couch and headed to the living room whereupon I beamed as I said it was done to my dad. Then, off to outside to mom weeding the roses, and then to Reuben and Emily who were playing baseball.

"It's finished? Good! Tell me when I can read it." Emily said, and then resumed batting. Reuben as usual, my 13 year old brother, was indifferent. But it did not matter. And it was getting dark, and I had to make a floppy of the book.

I ran indoors in joy, and attached the floppy burner. Now, my little Gateway laptop is too primitive to burn CD's so I have to floppy it, then put it on the computer and burn it onto a CD. And so, the familiar whir of the burning of the data was heard as I sat, alone in the dark, at around 7 in the evening.

While I was putting away the floppy into its case, I heard something. It was a sound, a sound of vile chuckling. While the floppy was getting the data I was rereading the book, right over the page where I was reading the…lovely little bedroom scene I was very proud of. I still ignored the chuckle. The floppy was burned, but I kept on reading. Boy oh boy, man, I wrote that well! So sexy, it was that my writing that was turning me on…

"Indeed Elizabeth." Was the voice I recognized. I froze, and I felt fear in me. What was the fact was that someone, strangely not illuminated from the glow of the laptop screen, was sitting next to me. I dared to look up besides me.

What I saw you could expect. The stark white face of Dracula, including all the distinguishing features. His raven black hair in a ponytail, the several strands of it framing his face, and his mouth in a cunning grin. And his eyes, his deep blue pools of midnight looking right into my very soul. I only knew then that I was gawking, mouth agape. But I quickly shut it, closed my eyes slowly, and turned my head away.

There is no Dracula, there is no Dracula. Dracula is make believe and no one is sitting next to me. I chanted in my startled brain.

"My dear, I am here. Sitting rather close to you, massaging your shoulders." Indeed he was rather pleasantly relieving the tension I had stored from typing all day in my shoulders. If I knew less, I would have moaned in delight, but the fact was that there was a strange man definitely touching me and of course logically that man was not Dracula. Vampires do not exist. I shuddered and shut the laptop rather quickly in a panic. Upon standing up I saw the image, yes of course the mirage that Dracula was still there in his spot, one arm extended along the edge of the sofa.

"I have waited a long time for someone like you. Someone who knows about my history, respects it, and best of all, wants it." He straightened and stood up, with a weird look in his eye. Shit, oh my God oh my God! Was what I screamed in my mind. I kept on backing away until I tripped on the toy box and flopped into the armchair. Dracula really was standing over me, looking with that look I could imagine, though never seen it myself and only wrote about it, lust. I tried to raise my arms in defense but I couldn't move. I was trapped in the chair while he knelt down on his knees to my level.

"How is this possible? Van Helsing isn't supposed to be real! This is very bad. Shit" I stammered in a higher pitched voice. His head leaned in closer, the cold breath that distinctly smelled of blood and a scent…a pleasing scent I always loved, Juniper. It seemed to calm me. I mean, what's so bad after all? Dracula, my object of lust is now in front of me inviting it seems a kiss. But if this is the Dracula from the movie Van Helsing, which I am looking at right now and sure, then I should get away from him as soon as possible.

"Get away? I thought you wanted me…" He leaned in closer. It was then I realized that I had also never been kissed lovey-dovey before. Never, was a tongue in my mouth, or even passionate mauling of the lips. I was breathing faster, stock still in the dark while un-beknowest to my family I was alone with a blood and other lusting creature, now licking his lips.

"I did want you when you were a dream, but now that you aren't I don't because I know what you want from me, and I…I won't let you have it." I tried acting brave, but it was hard when blood and juniper was nauseating your senses and you couldn't move. Especially when his chilling touch was holding your head closer to his sensual lips. I closed my eyes, waiting for the torturous kiss that would surely come. "Why do you…want me?" I asked in fear.

"You draw me, you write very good…ravishing books about me, and your dreams do not lie about how much you worship me. But yet you retain your independent spirit. You desire me, baht you do not wish to be my slave, my bride." One arm snaked around my back, holding me while he stared deep into my scared green eyes. I looked back into his lusty orbs of smoky blue.

"I need brides my dear, queens of darkness to satisfy my passions in and do my duty my father has told me to do. Children, heirs to the throne to raise and teach to destroy the world. And you will be the proud mother of them all. But of course, with your brilliant mind I marvel at, you might have already guessed that by now." He smirked even worse now, and with those words I desperately tried not to cry. Of course, that is the only reason why. To turn me into a vampire and made love to every night. I did not want that as part of the whole immortality deal.

"I'm only just 15…please don't kill me now." I pleaded. What else could I do in this situation?

"Of course I won't kill you…yet. I will give you time and slowly everything will fall into place for you to be utterly…mine." And with that before I could protest he pressed his lips against mine.

I was stock still, not from the paralyzing, but from the fact I was being flooded with passion from a vampire, for the first time kissed that way. I was completely off guard, and with my lips open he shoved his tongue in my mouth, tasting and swirling around. But he quickly withdrew, from the fact I had eaten garlic sauce from my spaghetti at dinner. If I was not in this position, I would have smirked at the angry scowl and himself turning away to spit. But I knew better and of course, fear kept me in place. So, here I was now once again looking at the vile face of all that was evil in the world in human form, and he waved his hand over my face, the hand in a strange symbol. What was then a weird…veil covered part of my mind.

"You now cannot speak of my visit here Elizabeth. You have not seen the last of me yet." He licked the sweat off my brow. "Your blood and body shall be mine soon. You are a smart girl, and a catch such as you is hard to come by." He kissed my brow also, and let go of me as the spell departed. I could move now, and I saw him at the end of the room, smirking. He flung open the window, and turned immediately into mist whereupon he conjured into his hellbeast form. No surprise there. But I never saw a vampire in a REAL Hellbeast form and he was just damn ugly. And frightening. But I was shocked still enough to not let me scream. I ran out of the chair and up to the window, in fear and fact. Dracula, the same black form that was spiraling in the sky, was here and even…kissed me. The best and only kiss, I ever had like that.

Sitting down, I wondered what to do. He knew me, he knew that I secretly wanted to be with him, but he was here and his proposals of what he wanted to do with me were not at all enticing anymore. I was only 15, a mere young teenager! Clearly he did not care how old someone was, but this time, the choices of why me were quite clear. I drew him, I wrote long stories about him, and I dreamed about him. He was the chance I have at becoming a vampire, but with him…I don't think so.

I shakingly got to my feet as Reuben and Emily entered the room. I tried to disguise the pallor of my face and quell my racing heart. I tried to scream it out, that Dracula was real and he came to me, but I couldn't! They just stood blankly as I struggled to open my mouth, and after pacing the floor mumbling through my closed lips, I finally gave up. I stalked with my floppy to the computer and shoved it in, while mom started on weeding the Chives in the front garden and Emily and Reuben shrugged it off. They left me alone while I started burning the CD and calming my nerves.

Vampires die from stakes, garlic repels them, and rosaries and crucifixes burn them, along with holy water. We were not part of the Catholic Church, so I would have to sneak in to scoop some of the water from one and buy some protection. We did however have a large garden, and had plenty of stakes to spare. And garlic…grocery store definitely. I will need to eat some everyday. Yes, and then he will be sorry! But…Dracula can survive the stake, and garlic only gives him a bad taste. This will not work, but I must believe it will! I have to if I don't want to curl up and die, now would I? Death was not so welcome; neither was hanging around Dracula in a dark and secluded place, such as he hinted, more likely a bedroom than a dungeon at his Gothic citadel. Not fun, and his purposes have been made known, and I do NOT like them.

Alright Elizabeth, I told myself. Calm your nerves, and think of other things. I suppose of course I should gain weight, as to deter him from killing a fat girl. That's a good idea. But I'll be too heavy to run. Damn, I just can't win, can I? I also should lock the windows and doors, garlic everywhere, and stay indoors after sundown. I mean, of course vampires burn up when the sun hits them. But wait, Bram Stoker wrote, from the facts and what vampires really are, that they can walk during the day, but they are weak. Damn it again. He might just come to call sometime in broad daylight. Also, I can't tell him he was here and will continue to visit. Definitely, I am alone on this. I am vulnerable, and I guess my only protection might be is to just live in a church. He might be weaker and then I could kill him, or at least have a fighting chance. I am not safe here anymore.

Okay, time to calm myself. Let's forget about the trauma I felt, alright? Good idea. Let's post the last Blood Ballade on DeviantART and and talk to my friends. Yeah, that will get me nice and relaxed and calm. I'll have to think about this tomorrow.

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