muhaha

Hadasah feels evil.

will she do something weird and nasty?

-thinks to herself-

YES SHE WILL... rofl

R&R

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Chapter 4: Disgusting Seduction

Sareesa's head was pounding. Something in that man's blood had been toxic... Had someone tried to poison him?

Whatever it was, it roiled within her, coiling in her stomach and veins- threatening to choke her. She staggered in flight again, for the hundredth time, and made out the outline of Castle Dracula, situated directly on the clifftop.

The moon was almost all the way down to the hills, making her remaining time vital to survival.

Wings beating, she descended to a dusty cleft a short way from the castle's entrance. The dust swept up and out, stirred violently by the force of her wings.

She transformed as she crumpled, lying in an undignified heap of silk and limbs. Spitting out her hair and brushing her silks into place, she stood shakily.

Tottering unevenly, she made her way to the great doors that marked the entrance. The point of no return, she thought giddiliy. Calm down, she told herself.

The last thing she needed was to be late and die, complimented by being away with another male, alone.

She staggered through the main hall, passing the first few desecrated dining rooms. She made her way through a torn sitting room, hoping to make it to her room before anyone found her.

Oh yes, if he ever found out- "Hello, Sareesa."

Her dead heart shuddered within her. She stopped dead in her tracks. The cold voice was not forgotten.

Turning, she spread her arms and did a half bow half curtsy to the master of the castle. Dracula sat alone, peering at her over steepled fingers from his high backed armchair.

"I see you have begun hunting again." She nodded, unable to answer. His prescence crushed her, and her eyes closed, trying to fight off her imminent collapse.

A breath of wind brushed her hair from her cheek. Her eyes flew open. A cold hand draped over her flat stomach, Dracula stood behind her, head hovering over her bared shoulder. His other hand lifted her arm, bringing it back, running his hands down it.

She shuddered. It was not passion she felt. Waves of nausea swept through her, and she struggled with the bile in her throat.

"You're - shaking." His voice deepened on the last word- it seemed he would relentlessy seduce her, no matter her response.

Her chest rose and fell, panic creeping into her as his icy lips descended on her neck. She jumped as his fangs scraped her neck, and she whipped out of his grasp.

His dark blue eyes, glittering black now in anger, narrowed as he sniffed the air. "I can smell a male on you. Do you not remember your bondage to me?"

Don't panic, don't panic. She told herself. He probably meant the human male. A second later she cursed. Of course he meant a vampire male. He wouldn't care about a human.

Sareesa backed away, every step of hers accounted for one of his as he followed her. He continued forcing her back, face inches from hers until they hit the wall. She shook all over.

She tried to move, but her body was heedless to her commands. It seemed to deny her precidence in her own corpse. Damn!

Come on, fight him! Wake up! She screamed at herself. The poisonous haze from the man's blood settled over her eyes, blinding her. She choked as her throat sealed.

No matter how angered he might have been, Dracula could see her dying. For a moment, he was content with the iea of simply watching as she slowly suffocated to death. When he saw the plea in her eyes, he knew what he had to do. Even now, through his pale bond with her, he could feel the irresistable clasp of death, crushing her windpipe.

He pulled her away from the wall, holding her neck forwards as her body rested on his thigh. Searching her body, he found the focal point of the poison. It was gathered like a huge noose around her neck, tightening with every passing second. Desire stirred within him when he felt her long hands clasp the back of his neck and one of his upper arms.

Baring his fangs, he cupped her cheek with his large hands, and bit down. He knew what kind of poison it was instantly. Nightshade, A poison and hallucination all on its own. He felt it course through him, the white-pink color vivid in his mind's eye. He brushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand. The poison had no effect on him. The power in his body simply burned away the infection even as it tried to wrap around him.

Sareesa sagged, her blood flowing into his mouth. By now, he was holding her body up with one arm wrapped around her back, the other supporting her head. Her arms slipped slowly from his neck and shoulder, her muscles now too close to death to support her. Now he kneeled as her body dropped. The infection had gone seriously deep.

Finally, he came to the last few strands of resilient pink-white fibre. The were bunched around the top of her throat. They dissolved instantly as they passed into him.

Dracula released her as the last of the poison flowed into him. Uncaring for dignity - as he was kneeling with her body underneath his own- he tore his wrist open, biting deep. He did not flinch at the pain, though his tendons lay bare in the gloomy room. He carefully let the blood drop into her mouth.

Unconsciously, her hands clutched his arm, pulling in her creator's firey blood. He brushed her hair back, noticing now the sweat the poisonous fever had left behind. Her body was pale, and a blue band around her throat the only remaining sign of her sickness. Her fangs dug deeply around the cut he'd made, pulling his blood into her, strength now coursing through her. No human's blood tasted like this. This was her maker's blood.

Finally, he pulled back, watching as her eyes opened and shut, pure black with the change. Knowing that he would not get answers while she was in this condition, her took her to the bedroom section of the castle.

But not to her own.

He laid her on his own dark silk bed, preferring to sleep in a coffin had many pluses, such as having someone else in your bed. Her head rolled to the side in sleep. He traced a line with one cold finger from her cheek to her chest, anger still a warm fizz beneath skin.

He would let her sleep, and then they would talk. He would take no chances of her escaping.

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When Sareesa woke, she knew that she was not in her own quarters. This room was dark and sensual, filled with a rich scent that only came from one man.

If a man you could call him, she mused.

Standing on wobbly legs, she marveled at his reaction to her sickness. So he still wanted her to live.

Well, that could just mean he wanted to kill her himself, and slowly. Panic set in. Did he know about Valdisdan?

No, no. The only remaining scent on her had been the blood of that poisened human- at least she hoped so. If that poisonous bastard had been alive she would have slaughtered him.

Her entire body seized up with a single cramp, and she plonked back down on the bed. The darkness of the room was darker still in the shadows of the vaulted ceiling.

But she knew that he was here. His coffin was empty, melted ice puddled around it at the bottom. He was awake.

An impossible breeze whisked through her hair, settling on her shoulders, pinning her down.

He could come up so silently! This was another quality of his she disliked. "Hello, my love. I have not had the chance to fully reinstate ourselves in centuries."

"You mean you haven't taken the time." Her blunt bitterness startled them both, and he eased off her slightly. She sat up, watching him warily. His closeness made the small hairs on the back of her neck stand up in fear.

But now that her mouth had opened, it seemed to have a mind of its own. "When was the last time you even cared where I was? Did you care that I was wasting away, alone in the darkness of eternity? Why should I feel flattered and happy that you decide you wish to join with me? Go ahead- but I will make you regret every move you make."

They stood as one; her with fists clenched and fury turning her eyes deep black; him, eyes widened, mind roiling at her refusal.

"You defy me?" It was a not a rhetorical question, but she did not answer. He glared at her, their black eyes meeting with a conflict of wills.

With a blur of motion, he had her pinned against the wall, her hands the only thing keeping his body from hers.

"Fear," he traced the corner of her mouth. Her chest tightened in panic. "It is all around you. You did not seem to fear me before." Her arms, placed firmly in front of her to bar his coming closer, buckled at the elbows as he leaned down on her. Her green eyes looked up at his own sapphire.

He kissed her.

And she flung him off her with a force that would have made him proud, had he not been ready to tear her eyes out. Struggling to keep from retching, she clutched her stomach.

"I need no consort. I don't need you. Leave me alone!" She shrieked at him, changing even as she spoke into her winged form.

She shattered the window instantly as she passed through it into the moonlight sky, crisscrossed by clouds. Behind her she could her the rush of wind that was Dracula's pursuit.

Her bold words back in the room when he'd first come onto her seemed suddenly so fickle, so childish.

For deep within her, the truth lay, coiling about her like a despicable worm.

Because no matter how much she hated him, how much she grew sick, she would never stop desiring him.

His blood had created her. And without it, she would die.

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felt like the chapter should end.

So it did.

haha.

kill me.

I will update soon pretties, donot worry!

i've already started on it!!!!

Hadasah