Alright lovelies... So I'm giving it a go, please don't judge me too harshly, this is after all my first attempt at writing anything like this. Than and it took me about three hours to write, I know, I know, bad idea as it is I couldn't resist. If there are any mistakes well, I'm not perfect, but I've tried.
Hopefully, you'll enjoy the first installment, and please feel free to leave a review on your thoughts on this little snippet.
I would also like to give a shout out to Remember she's been my insperarion for this attempt at writing fanfiction. And I highly recommend you go read her stories, they're spectacular.
As per always, the only thing that belongs to me is my OC and my imagination, though I can dream for the rest. ;)
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Transylvania 1462.
The glowing orb of the sun, lit the sky on fire as it made its final decent towards the horizon. Each passing moment sparking crimson, pink, purple and light blue to streak across the sky, only to intermingle and dance with the once fluffy and white clouds. Once again the glorious sunset, signaled the battle of light being lost into an almost all consuming darkness, and for the single moment that true darkness was reached an unholy peace seemed to sweep up the onlooker into a world of longing and fleeting joy. Only for that longing peace to be shattered as the moon suddenly illuminated in its full glory, silver beamed, seemed to glitter in a strange satisfaction casting the darkened land into an array of abstract shadows and looming shapes. Dusk hand finally come and gone, leaving the world in its wake, colder, and much less forgiving than it had been before when light revealed more than it concealed from the world below.
Minutes passed, and still the onlooker, continued to gaze into the black abyss of the night, listening as the sounds of the previous day had finally subsided, withering away only to be replaced by the glorious and momentous sounds of the night. Oh and what glorious music resonated now in the darkened sanctuary. It had been an age since such peace had been felt, yet a lingering dread seemed to stay coiled within the starlight haired female that sat curled up on the stone balcony ledge, currently much like a lazy house cat soaking up the remaining heat, that had been baked into the stones during the day that it now perched upon. The balcony itself reaching out over a gorge that plummeted down into the river at the base of the mountain, deadly, yet enticingly beautiful. Much like the female currently surrounded in comforting shadows.
Poenari Fortress was anchored to the base of this structured stone balcony, home to no other than one Count Vladislaus Dracula, and his wife, Angel Dracula. Who was still currently perched silently on the stone ledge, looking out into the abyss. The momentous structure of black stone towered over the underlying city at the base of the mountain, as the minutes passed, lights from torches scorched the peaceful blackness as they were lit haphazardly, marking it in a flame of orange and yellow. Similar occurrences were happening within the carved structure as well, where there had been darkness servants scurried around to bring light and warmth back to the cold labyrinth of stone.
This currently solitary female with her appearance of starlight hair, that seemed to glitter and spark in ringlets like the moonlight itself as she tilted her head slightly to the side in curious contemplation. Porcelain pale, and absolutely flawless creaming skin stretched taught over high cheek bones, and an angular heart shaped face that could easily lull anyone into a feeling of sweet, blinding innocently only to be ripped brutally away, by the full curve of her rose tinted lips, now cast in a slight downwards turn of a frown. Her lips could just as easily induce much more sinful thoughts, just as her voluptuous curves seemed to do all on their own, currently covered in the fine silk of her black nightgown, a stark yet alluring contrast against the warmth of her skin. Her heritage had given way to a beautiful figure most woman would outright kill for, generous soft breasts that could fill a man's hand completely were he to take hold of them, a slender waist that could never be duplicated with simply a corset, flaring out into shapely hips giving the lithe, petite woman a classic hourglass figure. Her hips were accompanied by strong legs that seemed to go on for miles. Nothing above however compared to her eyes, beautiful blue orbs of molten sapphire and silver that seemed to swirl hypnotically if one were to look too deeply into their depths.
Having been left in peace, she was however currently no more than a raging storm inside, she missed her husband terribly, the hole in her chest that had been left with his departure, seemed to throb minutely in pain and the strange quiet surrounded her felt almost suffocating, yet much like the eye of the storm, it was calm, too calm for her liking, as if something lurked in the waiting shadows ready to pounce when the opportunity arouse.
Turks had been spotted to the east, which was the reason for her husbands current absence. Vladislaus had left her with a searing kiss only a week prior, and in the more than capable hands of his best friend, Gabriel. As much as she liked the dark, brooding man. With his angled yet soft face and the short stubble on his chin that practically screamed 'slap me or fuck me', deep molten chocolate brown eyes and dark brown hair that no matter what he tried would always end up being messy with in moments of him walking out the door. There was something lurking behind the facade of a gentle warrior, that sent an uneasy shiver running down her spine whoever their eyes met. She loved Gabriel like a brother, yet she couldn't help mistrusting him to some degree.
Turning from her perch, she slipped silently from the stone ledge and back onto the floor of the balcony, only to make her way gracefully back into the room she shared with her beloved husband. For a moment, she allowed her mind to indulge and wonder back to the feeling of silky, shoulder length raven hair running through her fingers, sinfully soft and warm lips against her own. The scent of musk, freshly fallen rain on the cold earth, and spice hitting her scenes as she inhaled deeply at the smooth junction, of creamy alabaster skin that met at the crook of a neck. Strong muscled arms, holding her against an equally muscled and unmovable form that radiated deliriously delicious heat, intoxication and love. Above all, she longed to stare back into the deep sapphire hues that had captivated her since she was a child, molten and swirling with desire, affection and a possessiveness that always managed to steal her breath away. The eyes of her best friend, now husband. Lord only knew how much she missed him.
Without warning, her daydreams were shattered, falling away like shards of glittering glass, by the sound of cold steel being unsheathed. Time itself seemed to slow down as she turned to face the previously closed door, now open to reveal the group of Turks her husband had gone to flush out from their lands. Ice seemed to slide down her spine as they advanced into the room, surrounding her currently defenseless being with malicious, sickening intent. The blood from the servants that had been slaughtered mercilessly, had pooled close to the door, glittering with a strangely decadent delight as it was caught by the light of the torches out in the hall. 'How strange...' The thought seemed to sweep through her mind as her gaze locked onto the pool of crimson, a strange and somewhat vicious hunger making its presence known the longer she looked.
Abruptly, her concentration was shattered as one of the vile soldiers gripped her upper arm in a painful, bruising hold, yet despite the strength, she felt strangely numb, as if this were all a dream that would soon dissipate into the air. Her emotions seemed to seep away into the holes of her subconscious, this was until one of the five males that now occupied the room came close, hands reaching up to remove the flimsy dress covering her form. Within moments her numb being was consumed in a volatile rage, the likes of which had her keening in absolute delight as she moved fluidly, disarming the soldier keeping her captive and promptly severing his head clean off his shoulders with his own blade, blood spattering on her face and soaking into the silk of her dress. Unfortunately, the stunned silence only lasted long enough for her to turn and face the remaining soldiers in her room, tarnishing her sanctuary with their existence. Fighting like a cornered animal seeking escape, she managed to take down another two intruders before she herself had been disarmed and taken down to the floor.
Screaming bloody murder, she continued to fight the remaining men with tooth and nail until darkness consumed her vision. One of the remaining soldiers hand managed to take hold of her neck, chocking off her air until she lay unconscious on the floor, unable to fight and completely at the mercy of their sickly lust, as her vision faded, she noted with horror as another form entered through the door before darkness fully embraced her being.
What seemed like only moments later, she stirred back into consciousness. The disgusting slickness between her thighs and the bite of the rope, giving away what had occurred during her vulnerable state, disgust and nausea swirling within her core at the same time, relief flooded her system that she wouldn't have to relive the ordeal in her dreams, at least...not yet. Opening her eyes, she noted with some amusement that she now dangled over the ledge of the balcony she'd been previously perched on, the ropes bitting into her flesh, being the only things keeping her from falling to her demise. Looking up her gaze hardened as they landed on the one man she though was on her side.
"Gabriel..." His name left her lips in a chocked rasp of a plea, grabbing the males attention. She could see it in the way he had stiffened at the sound of her voice. Yet the bastard refused to turn and look at her. By the state of him among the remaining Turks, her mind easily linked together what had occurred, and who had come through the door earlier.
He would pay dearly for what he had done, not only to her, but for his betrayal. The silent oath resonated in her head as the rage from previously simmered low in her veins.
It wasn't long before the sound of steel hitting steel resonated throughout the now almost empty castle, only a few moments after the sound of boots making a furious track across the stone hallways towards them seemed to echo within the room.
Fatigue strangely foreign to her slowly crept into her bones, sucking what little strength she had remaining and causing the rope at her wrists to bite viciously more into her flesh, releasing small trails of tickling, warm crimson down her arms, much like that of which still remained now cold and coagulating on the stones in the hallway.
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Vladislaus had made his way back in haste towards his home, and towards his heart. Having received word that the small band of Turks had managed to slip past him, dread had coursed through his being, he had been a fool for rushing so blindly out after them. His sense of dread deepened as he entered his home, to find the corpses of his servants and fellow soldiers littering the floor, drowning in pools of their own blood. A dark loathing suddenly seized him, boiled in his blood as he moved forward. Unsheathing his sword he moved down the hallways like an enraged dragon out for blood. Cutting down the remaining Turks in the hallway with cold ease, the dread from earlier seemed to curl with a malicious delight up his spine with each step he made towards the chambers he shared with his wife.
Stopping in the shadows of the doorway, he froze.
The one being, he'd destroy both heaven and hell for, his one true weakness was currently dangling over the edge of the balcony. Stripped naked, bruised and almost lifeless. His heart shattered at the sight of his beloved wife having been defiled and left to the mercy of his enemy... and… GABRIEL?!
Dread, disbelief, and raged coiled in a tango as it singed through his blood, stepping into the room he locked his gaze with the woman who had given him everything,his reason for being and just as suddenly horror consumed him as the ropes keeping his beloved were cut with a cruel delight, time almost froze the second she started to fall. The tears streaming down her ashen cheeks tormenting him as he reached out helplessly towards her.
"VLADISLAUS!" Her scream as she fell, disappearing from his sight completely, ripped his heart out of his chest leaving him unable to utter a sound. As if she'd done it herself before plunging to her death. With his rage returning, he slaughtered the remaining Turks before turning to his right hand man, now betrayer.
"What have you done, Gabriel... After everything we've been through.. Why?!" His deep baritone voice resounded in the now deafening silence, distraught with pain and sorrow as he turned on the man he'd considered to be his friend, and ally.
"It is Gods will, Vladislaus..." Gabriel's reply was uncharacteristically cold,for the man the Count had come to see as a friend. Momentarily stunned he hadn't seem the blow of the others blade coming. Looking down, he frowned at the sight of Gabriel's sword now sheathed within his chest, strangely he felt no pain from the sharp steel intruding his flesh, the loss of his beloved had left him feeling cold and empty. Glancing back up, he growled as the life slowly drained from his being, cursing God and all who followed him. With gasping breath he renounced the God he had served loyally for years. Only to turn with an all consuming rage and claiming loyalty to the darkness, that he would have his revenge come hell or high water, he would be back for vengeance. With his last dying breath, he cursed Gabriel, as the man had turned to retreat form the room as his once friend and brother in arms fell to the floor.
With a heart shattering cry of pain, anguish, and loss, Vladislaus gave in to the darkness. His last though lingering on his beloved Angel. Wishing he could have held her in his arms, just one more time, to take the pain that had been etched into her being away.