The Count of Blood Mountain
The creatures dragged Jessica to their roost in a nearby cave. She flailed around, kicking, punching and scratching them, trying desperately to get away. A very large male came forth from the darkness and pinned her down with his body. He tore off her denim skirt and pink tee-shirt with one swipe of his sharp claws. Jessica screamed in terror as he ran his long tongue along her neck. The creature roughly parted her legs and she prepared herself for violation.
Suddenly an animalistic roar tore through the night air. All the creatures scattered. Jessica felt a faint coming on. She had to fight to keep her eyes open. She could hear a man's footsteps approaching. "Oh my god! Caterina!" cried a man's voice. The footsteps quickened their pace and Jessica closed her eyes.
Jessica's rescuer rushed to her side. "Caterina?" he cried in disbelief. He frantically brushed her hair away from her face and looked her over for any injuries. That's when he saw the bird shaped birthmark over her right breast. "It is you. My beloved." He whispered in awe, "You've returned to me." He came out of his shock and removed his cape, wrapping her in it, he carried Jessica back to his castle, near the peak of Blood Mountain.
Jessica blinked awake. Her eyes slowly focused then widened when she realized she wasn't alone. A man was sitting at the end of the bed. He was handsome in some strange way, beautiful. He had long black hair that waved at the ends, flawless alabaster skin, high cheekbones, and hypnotic violet eyes. "W-who are you? W-where am I?" She asked frantically looking around for any way of escape. The man's facial features crumpled as if she'd stabbed him. "It's me…Victor." He said, reaching towards her. She shied away from his touch, "Should I know you?" she asked, her voice quivering. Victor's mouth gaped open, "I'm your husband." He said in a heart wrenching tone. "No you're not!" She yelled, pulling the cape tighter around her. "Caterina, don't you recognize me?" He whispered, his smooth voice breaking from the pain of rejection. Jessica's green eyes narrowed, "Caterina? My name's not Caterina; Its Jessica, Jessica Adkins. My husband, Rick and I are here on our honeymoon."
Victor got up and paced around the room. He ran his fingers through his hair, wracking his brain for an explanation for his wife's apparent amnesia. He went back to her and grabbed her hands. He held them to his heart and looked deeply into the deep green eyes he'd fallen in love with centuries before. "I don't know how you lost your memory my love but I assure you. You are Caterina. You have her eyes, her hair…her lips." He whispered, kissing her. "You taste and smell like her." He breathed. He quickly yanked away his cape and touched the bird shaped birthmark with his fingertips. "You even bare her birthmark. It's in the shape of a bird. I'd know it anywhere. I'd know you anywhere." Jessica gasped and snatched back the cape to cover herself.
She was beginning to shiver with fright, tears stung her eyes and she let them cascade down her cheeks, "I swear to you, I'm not her." He took her face in his hands and kissed her again. For some reason, Jessica couldn't find the strength to fight against it. He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her hair, "I'm so happy your home, Caterina. I've missed you so much!" he whispered, his breath cool against her ear. "I'm sure your memory will return over time. Get some sleep." He said, slipping away from her.
Rick drove the wrecked car back to village. Stumbling into the pub, all the patrons ran to aid him. "Monsters." He mumbled. "They took her." The old woman broke through the crowd, "What did they look like?" she asked. He glared at her, "Like hideous, F-- monsters!" She shook her head in disagreement, a knowing look in her pale eyes, "Not all monsters are ugly, boy."