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She was led to a room furnished with many materials, silk, satin and some sort of smooth fabric being part of the cohort. Different shades of red and dark purple encompassed the whole place. A four-poster bed, a vanity dresser, two different chairs, one a lovers¡¯ seat and the other a simple sofa were also present. And a rather large birch cupboard finished the look. Dracula watched as she stepped into the room, undisguised wonder and awe in her eyes. He had prepared the room, paying special attention to the colours. Red was a colour of passion and he hoped that she would take a hint or actually, he hoped that the colour would cause her to light with passion herself. He smiled. She had settled on the bed, and was staring at him.

The Count had on a rather alluring smile, or was it seductive? So long as she could read, she didn't care. She was truly innocent, he had read her thoughts, and to his utmost delight and amusement, found that she had never liked or been chased before, even to the point where she had never known carnal pleasures. Well, he would teach her, he had all the time in the world and would charm her off her feet. He stood over her, and watched with jealousy as her little fingers gently stroked the soft fur. He wanted to wrench her fingers and make it caress his cheek gently, butin this position, he was treated to the faint scent of her hair. "What should I name him?" Noriko was asking thin air, not knowing that he was so close to her. "Shadow..." The answer breathed, tickling her ear, causing her to shudder involuntarily.

Instinctively, she lashed out, managing to punch him in the stomach. Uh oh. She quickly placed the cub on the bed and went to help the poor Count who was holding his stomach.

As Noriko helped him onto the bed, he could smell fresh blood and realised that she was wincing a little. He grasped her right hand, causing her to yelp in alarm. His beautiful dryad's hand was bleeding and he could see pieces of wood embedded in it as well. He would kill the person who did this! A sense of protectiveness overwhelmed him and he scowled fiercely.
The Count had a scowl on his face as he tenderly stroked the bleeding knuckles. She tried to pull away. "My injuries are none of your business!" She snapped, struggling in his grasp. He had a fierce predatory look in his eyes and his fingers pressed to her forehead. And her whole world blacked out...

She had the savage yet fearful look of a cornered wolf, as she firmly struggled against him. Then shock appeared in her eyes and the violet orbs closed. He caught the limp body gently and positioned her so that she was leaning on his chest, between his legs. Slowly, with utmost care, he pulled out the splinters one by one. Pulling out a rather elusive splinter caused the still sleeping Noriko to flinch. He immediately cradled her, rocking her against him gently and comfortingly. Two fists grabbed him, the wounds bleeding again, but now free of splinters. Cocking a very amused eyebrow, he looked down at the unpredictable dryad. He unclenched the wounded hand and slowly licked at the wound, the intoxicating fire and honey taste wowed him, he could never get enough of him. His fangs were starting to elongate, but he controlled himself. He wanted her to give in to him; this wasn't the time to sire her. She would hate him for it - his instinct told him. Pressing his fingers to the wound, he healed it.

He carried her bridal style and slid under the sheets with her, since her hands had resumed grabbing him and she had actually snuggled closer, seeking comfort. The little wolf cub he had christened Shadow also didn't want to miss anything and snuggled up to them. He could get used to this, the scowl and disappeared and an actual rusty smile came on. Rusty cause he rarely used it. It was sincere. One hand playing with a soft lock of moonbeam like hair, the other holding her tightly around the waist. Inching slightly back, he surveyed Noriko, knowing that when she came to, he might get hit. Her previous reaction stated that clearly. She obviously wasn't used to the human touch and yet she subconsciously desperately seeked his warmth and comfort, how interesting. Placing a soft kiss on her forehead with a tenderness that he had never thought possible.

Hugging her tightly, he listened to the swirling wind. It told him anything he needed to know, having been on the earth for years. It was telling him all about her. She was an independent creature, headstrong. She was unwilling to trust, yet wanted to.Her actions would never show her feelings, buther eyes would. A truly contradicting creature. She was tired of floating around, seeing everyone find love, find a place to rest their wearied heads upon. she wanted to as well, but wouldn't venture out of her cocoon. He would pull her out, slowly, one step at a time...

It started as a faint shrill sound, but it got louder and louder... Wait! He knew that sound! Aleera was shrieking...