Disclaimer: Obviously, Vlad Dracula isn't mine. If he were I'd be locked
away in the dark doing naughty things with him, not sharing him with you.
Summary: A vampire and a maiden, sans swooning. When all the defense you have is the clothing on your back, your wits, and a small patch of sunlight you must learn to make due.
The Story:
Square of Hope
By XRWolff
The Salvation of Light
Katrianne drew her legs closer to her chest and hung her head to stare at her jean clad knees. She had lost the nerve it took to look at her captor but she had to talk to him, the silence would drive her mad if she didn't. "Have I angered you by doing this?"
"No, pet. I long ago learned to see only humor in minor inconveniences. You do realize that is all you've managed to do, right, sweetling?"
Putting her cheek to her knees and drawing further into the small square patch of fading sunlight from the only open window, Katrianne sighed, "That's why I wanted to know. When the sun sets I don't want you mad at me."
She could hear the rustling of his fine clothing as he shifted in his chair. It was unbearable to not see what he was doing but she couldn't risk looking at him again. Those damn all too intelligent eyes scared her. His very movements scared her. No man should be able to flow gracefully. Only fiction story people should really move like a jungle cat. But he did. Damn him, but he did.
His voice was a soft purr, so soft she shouldn't be able to hear it at all. He must have moved near the bight yellow light of her spot on the floor. "Why don't you hold out your hand, pet? Let me show you that I'm not mad at you."
"That would be.." She'd nearly said foolish but this whole situation was foolish. Frowning with thought she finally finished, " That would be giving up."
From the corner of her eye Katrianne could see one long elegant finger of the man's hand tracing the shadowy outline of the sunlight where it touched the floor. "I understand, darling." He paused and queried kindly, "Are you hungry or thirsty? Would you like a pillow?"
Slowly she let her eyes drift up from the thin finger to his pale-skinned wrist that was peeking out from under a pearly white shirt cuff with sparkling red cufflink. From there is was only a matter of gazing up the line of his perfectly fitted sleeve to the crisp collar to his smooth throat. Swallowing nervously to steel her nerves for the remainder of the sight journey, Katrianne gathered her waning courage then traced her eyes up the sharp cut of his jaw, slipped up high cheek bones, traveled back down arched eyebrows and finally rested on those damn unnerving jade green eyes. They were sparkling happily at her. They were mocking her.
"Take that damn pillow and shove it where the sun was once able to shine." For good measure Katrianne laid back in the most intense part of her sunlight, drawing her legs up behind her. He called to her again but she simply ignored his words and that damn silky voice, staring out to the bright greens of the park through the window. It seemed so foreign, nearly like a picture of heaven in this dark closed in hell. The only inconsistency was the angelically perfect appearance of the man taunting her from his shadows.
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Summary: A vampire and a maiden, sans swooning. When all the defense you have is the clothing on your back, your wits, and a small patch of sunlight you must learn to make due.
The Story:
Square of Hope
By XRWolff
The Salvation of Light
Katrianne drew her legs closer to her chest and hung her head to stare at her jean clad knees. She had lost the nerve it took to look at her captor but she had to talk to him, the silence would drive her mad if she didn't. "Have I angered you by doing this?"
"No, pet. I long ago learned to see only humor in minor inconveniences. You do realize that is all you've managed to do, right, sweetling?"
Putting her cheek to her knees and drawing further into the small square patch of fading sunlight from the only open window, Katrianne sighed, "That's why I wanted to know. When the sun sets I don't want you mad at me."
She could hear the rustling of his fine clothing as he shifted in his chair. It was unbearable to not see what he was doing but she couldn't risk looking at him again. Those damn all too intelligent eyes scared her. His very movements scared her. No man should be able to flow gracefully. Only fiction story people should really move like a jungle cat. But he did. Damn him, but he did.
His voice was a soft purr, so soft she shouldn't be able to hear it at all. He must have moved near the bight yellow light of her spot on the floor. "Why don't you hold out your hand, pet? Let me show you that I'm not mad at you."
"That would be.." She'd nearly said foolish but this whole situation was foolish. Frowning with thought she finally finished, " That would be giving up."
From the corner of her eye Katrianne could see one long elegant finger of the man's hand tracing the shadowy outline of the sunlight where it touched the floor. "I understand, darling." He paused and queried kindly, "Are you hungry or thirsty? Would you like a pillow?"
Slowly she let her eyes drift up from the thin finger to his pale-skinned wrist that was peeking out from under a pearly white shirt cuff with sparkling red cufflink. From there is was only a matter of gazing up the line of his perfectly fitted sleeve to the crisp collar to his smooth throat. Swallowing nervously to steel her nerves for the remainder of the sight journey, Katrianne gathered her waning courage then traced her eyes up the sharp cut of his jaw, slipped up high cheek bones, traveled back down arched eyebrows and finally rested on those damn unnerving jade green eyes. They were sparkling happily at her. They were mocking her.
"Take that damn pillow and shove it where the sun was once able to shine." For good measure Katrianne laid back in the most intense part of her sunlight, drawing her legs up behind her. He called to her again but she simply ignored his words and that damn silky voice, staring out to the bright greens of the park through the window. It seemed so foreign, nearly like a picture of heaven in this dark closed in hell. The only inconsistency was the angelically perfect appearance of the man taunting her from his shadows.
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