A/N: Heyla! sorry, I promised some people I would update sooner, but I didn't. So, I am going to update now!!!! Enjoy! Also, check out my DeviantART account Sahkmet, for lots of smexy Dracula pictures. (even shirtless him!) :D
It was the a few days later that I had time to chat with my protector of sorts. Mom and dad had gone to bed, and alone now in my bedroom with garlic, stakes, crucifixes, and on my little desk, all my vampire and Dracula books. I had been researching him, and my sketch book of Dracula drawings, and even my laptop was hidden in the closet, and I would not look at them at all, no damn way. I must not get confused about him, and he might use it against me.
So, there I was at my desk, keeping an ever vigilante eye out for Dracula should he come in and rape me or something. If only the general public could believe me. Now I feel like my character Anne had felt in my story. The constant struggle to avoid the lusty gaze for around 118 years was fine, but Dracula wanted me now. Such things were dangerous.
While I was looking through my coffee table book on the origins of vampires, I heard the distinct tone of a knock on my window, I turned my head without first grabbing my silver stake from behind a Kleenex box to find to my joy William was at my window holding on for dear life a grappling hook. Seeing that my bedroom was on the second floor and this side of the house was completely flat with siding. I hastily opened the window and took out the screen, letting in poor William.
"Sorry I didn't come to call sooner, but I had a problem sending the message. Seems Dracula was hacking my computer. Anyways, I have good and bad news." He plopped some books of incantations, two guns and a few loads of bullets and a vial of greenish liquid.
"Please, sit down. Not to loud, or my parents might wonder why an older man with a brown jacket and guns is in here." I motioned to my chair while I sat on the bed.
"The good news is I finally sent the message and got an answer. Aid is coming with the best of the best vampire hunters. We have been looking for Dracula since 1987 when he came back from the grave. We have been having a hard time looking for him. And now here is another chance to kill him. They told me to accompany you while we flee to the American safe church of the holy order in New York City." I had never been to New York before! But, how would I explain I would be going on a trip away from my parents for perhaps a month or less?
"The bad news is, the hunters won't be here for another week, as currently they are on missions elsewhere right now. There have also been reports that fellow knights on the way to there are being massacred by Count Dracula. His calling card of their impaled bodies tells all." He sighed. We would have to make the journey alone.
"Argh! Damn it. Well, when do we leave?" I said, now pacing the floor. "And what about my parents? Do have some sort of brain washing technique for them, and after my ordeal is over, to me?" I asked.
"Well, yes. But we have other plans for your future after this they told me, but I am not a superior in such knowledge. I'm merely a watcher of this certain district on the globe, nothing more. But I never have gone after strong vampires like him! I merely reported and the designated knights would come kill the werewolf, the vampire, and gargoyle, whatever it was. I'm the scholar, not the fighter! Oh dear oh dear…Well, start packing. We are going by plane tomorrow morning, on a small passenger jet. Here are the tickets, hide them well, and I'll pick you up by window at 5 AM sharp. Excuse me, but I have to go and prepare. As soon as we reach the terminal in New York some knights from the safe house will pick us up." He stood up and shook my hand, and his persona was of terror. I was very frightened too, that for my sake Dracula had murdered all the available back up that could have protected us already. He quickly went over to the window and I watched as he zipped down the line to the ground, dusk already fallen. With that he pulled the rope down and I tightly sealed the window. Not only to keep the chill of spring out, but to keep out Dracula. I doubt that the water killed him.
And so I piled up the research books I needed, and headed to the closet, opened the door, and gawked as I saw Dracula standing in the midst of my clothes looking at the drawings from the sketchbook I had hidden.
"Good evening, my little artist." He said casually, and stood up straighter, walking past me with the paper book in his hand.
"Holy shit! Give me that!" I reached to grab it, but he held it high and reappeared at my desk, the pictures spread out before him.
"Why don't you…sit down dearest?" He motioned his hands, where with a gasp I felt something like a large cold hand grab me and force me down on the bed. I was sitting and couldn't move while he continued causally looking and tracing his finger over the curves portrayed on the drawings of him.
"In the beginning of this sketchbook, you seem to be…afraid to portray your hearts desires for me." He motioned to the early pictures of him holding my fan fiction character Anne in his grasp, but that was about all. "And then later, you were getting braver, more realistic…" The pages showed his visage I drew more like him, with the distinguishing artistics of his manner portrayed on paper. "Ah, here are some lovely pieces." He showed me with a grin the pictures, of holding a girl, dancing, slipping his black jacket off to reveal his chest, of to his sudden chuckle as he flipped the page, of me kicking him in between the legs. And then he browsed some more while I squirmed, a look of disgust whenever a pic of Van Helsing came up, but to my dread, he reached the page of…yes, you guessed it, of my recent fantastical drawings of…suggestive poses with Anne Van Helsing, my made up girl. Yes, bed sheets and cloth ripping and kisses and tears on her face while he sits on her, slipping her bra off. Yes, I did think of the tortured girl who would endure this, and now it would be me, perhaps tonight as he gaped lustfully at the doodles, before shutting the book.
"Those are just…just dreams of a flawed girl, me. I don't want to have sex with you in reality, really!" Hope was going fast as he moved the chair out of the way and stood up and sat down besides me on the bed. I had a T-shirt on, my favorite tight jeans and a cross around my neck. He started stroking my back, the circles causing me to shudder. I still could not move.
"Darling, you are denying your dreams. I am here to give them to you. I will be your good husband; I will shower you with riches, and give you the gift you've always wanted, immortality." He leaned in closer and I found that I could move, but only just enough to face him and move back while he went to lean over me. The now annoying scent of Juniper was breathing upon me again, and his other hand was grasping my other side. Then the spell left me fully. Perhaps he wanted me to move around for his disgusting pleasure.
"You're just a sick, perverted man whore, that's all! Get off me!" I bucked up and grabbed his shoulders and tried to push him off, meanwhile he then pushed me down and sat on me fully, and with his smirk and deep growl, grabbed my arms and pinned them to my sides, his crushing strength making me still while he leaned down.
"Don't worry, I'll get off." He reached with his teeth to tug the cross necklace and cut it with his teeth. I saw it dangle over my face the holy symbol. And with the flick of his head, he tossed it seductively across the room. I was defenseless should he try more seductive movements. Damn, damn, damn…Was what I kept repeating in my mind.
"Before I leave you for a good night's rest, because you have a busy day with me tomorrow, I would like to tell you something." He bent down to my ear. "I know you have a mark on you, and sooner or later I will take it off and give you mine. And from that I will continue were we left off. Expect the unexpected; I know you aren't…leaving me, right?" He purred, and I noticed he was careful not to touch me seductively. William was right; he did not want to hurt me intentionally.
"Of…of course not. I have nothing tomorrow night." I then started tears, trying to hide the fact that I would be long gone in New York when he would normally wake up. "No…nothing…"
"Remember, you cannot run very far, and I would prefer your clothing loose fitting and low necked." He waved his hand over me as I started falling asleep. I vaguely felt him get off me, and the last I saw was his devilish smile. I was doomed.