A/N: Well, we will meet other vampires in this chapter…and a wedding…and dancing to Crosby, Stills and Nash, my favorite music group…Oops! Did I say too much? Well, the next chapter I am afraid…will be the most graphic almost-to-the-point-of-sex scene I have ever written. :P Enjoy ballroom conversations, with a graphic nature…
It was still light out when I woke up. Dracula's hold on me was a bit slack, just enough for me to quietly slip through and out the bed. What I found was his clothing in a neat pile, but mine were gone. I sat down on the black wooden chair in dismay.
I was going to get married today, for God's sake! And, I would be raped, and turned into a vampire, who would of course have the natural inclination of satisfying the master whenever possible. I would never see my family again; my life was to be locked away in this castle forever. And what he did last night was inexcusable!
That stupid fucking God-damned bastard man whore! I silently fumed. I jiggled the door to find it unlocked, and then I had the most ridiculous idea.
Dracula's jacket and hair clip. I had the idea of teaching that dickhead a thing or too. Perhaps he would not like his clothes for his wedding day?
I put on the jacket, which was a bit big, and with the hair clip put my hair exactly like Dracula's. In front of the mirror I pulled out the final piece of resistance, by flinging a few strands to frame my face. I scoured his dresser to find only another copy of the pants and jacket, and to this effect I grabbed them and opened the window to the setting sun and dropped them into the abyssal ravine.
I heard then Dracula stir. Silently I opened the door. And with what dexterity I had, I began running down the stairs as fast and as silently as I could, and within several minutes I reached the bottom. I was breathless but determined to reach the safety of my room to await the punishment of his lack of clothes.
I went down the hall and locked my self in, and stood in front of the mirror. I could hardly believe I was wearing Dracula's clothes! Such things were an afterthought wish I had. My imagination was at its zenith, and particularly through my prank I was quite happy.
"It is I, Count Vladislaus Dragulia, who vants to suck your blood, and much, much more." I said in my perfect imitation of Dracula. I strutted, bowed, bared my teeth and smirked just like him.
"Bevare, my child. I am the master of your soul now, and soon you shall join me in the undead. You don't want to, you say? I'll have to…punish you for such disobedience." I whipped the imaginary cloak around me and pretended to hold a person, seductively pretending to stroke 'her' curves. I then did a high voice of a girl. "No, let me go you fiendish succubae!" "Come now, your clothes must be dirty, here, let me help you take them off." I sniggered at such words, but I did a dance with the invisible victim, bowed it low and kissed the air where I imagined the head to be. "No, don't kiss me, don't hurt me!" I said in the girly voice. "Ah, soon you shall know true pleasure. Be very, very afraid." I then bit its imaginary neck and pretended to suck its blood, and then causally 'dropped' the 'body' to the ground. I whirled around in my imitation of Dracula's maniacal laughter with my eyes closed around the room, until I bumped into a naked chest.
"Shit…" I managed to say when I backed up from the angry face of Dracula, in all his skivvies except his boxers that were thankfully on. I immediately backed up into the easy chair where somehow it reclined and Dracula sat on top of me. I made no movement as I stared into the fiery, flaming orbs of violence.
"You are a very clever girl. And childish at times. You need to be punished further." The long, untamed black hair of his was shrouding my face, and he deftly took the hair clip out of my hair and fixed his up. I was left smothered underneath him. But he didn't do anything vile yet.
"Well, sleeping beauty woke up at last." I proudly sighed, my face still red from embarrassment. I wished he wouldn't sit on me all the time.
"Indeed, to find an admirer. I will take what's mine, and dress you properly." He smirked, and dragged me out of the chair and slammed me against the wall.
"I can dress myself, thank you." I said, as he slid the jacket off me and then began untying my night gown. I took this opportunity to strike up conversation with the bastard.
"To answer your question of 'did I like it' from last night, the answer is no. I also don't like you."
"Thank you, I knew you would be disturbed about it. My point exactly." My night gown slid to the floor and I shivered from his touch. I tried to move off the wall but he came in closer.
"You are really sick you know that?" I said, and he turned to grab a wedding dress that had appeared. With the dress, he proceeded to snap out of the thin air a corset and wrap it around my trapped midsection. With each tight taut of his expertise tying up of the corset, I could only gasp in the short spasms of pain from the tight corset, and my wincing eyes were shut while he slipped on the dress over my head, and maneuvered my arms through the flowing sleeves. In a few minutes more as he flowed his hands all around on my body to fix up my dress while still keeping me pinned, he led me off the wall and lightly kissed my hand, the tremors from such a sensual peck on my dainty fingers. I was scared, scared for what would happen later that night. I looked at him with eyes full of hatred and humbleness to his presence, for he could do what he wanted with me, and that was that.
"And now, my bride to be, your wedding awaits." He led me to the door where I promptly complied as I had no choice. Another vampire entered into the room, wearing a red cap with a flamboyant feather, and the rest was drab black robes. In his hand was held a piece of parchment and a black quill pen.
"My lord Count Dragulia." He said with a deep voice unlike his young teenager body. "I have the marriage license as you requested." He set the paper in midair where it floated, and handed the pen to Dracula.
"It finally comes to this, doesn't it?" I sighed, reading the simple contract of marriage, endowing me to be his slave forever and ever. But where was the ink?
"The ink, my dear, is from you." He grasped my wrist firmly, and added a slit from the pen on the skin, drawing blood. He handed the wet pen into my hand.
I had given up. I would much rather be forced to have sex without the pain and unnecessary vile foreplay torture I was sure he would use as a punishment for not signing this. I wrote my name, in my sort-of scrabble looped way, and next to mine Dracula drew his blood and signed his name in calligraphic and slightly curled Romanian. The license was then folded up and placed again into the hands of the boy vampire, whereupon he held my hand and walked out the door and into the dark hallway.
He walked rather slowly, but I didn't mind. I only minded the fact I was going to get married and raped, which was coming ever so perilously close to happening. So as I slowly marched with him with the feeling weighing my heart. Apparently he was acting as the best man and stopped when we had reached the large double doors and they opened, causing me to gasp.
The main hall was no longer dreary, dark, and cobwebbed. It was filled with glowing gold and white decorations, and many vampires I saw were swirling around, dancing to the eerie music. Some wore more modern clothes, and there were teenager vampires with more acutely prom dresses. But I eyed then the altar, the altar with a priest and Dracula talking about the wedding I supposed.
The best man led me through t o the refreshment table, where there was only blood.
"No vampire is allowed to harm the bride, so you are safe. Do not insult any of the guests, as they are most likely vampire leaders or governors of important positions. They all respect you are a young mortal and they forgive your short comings as for being here, but don't expect them to forgive you for you for insulting them." He bowed and bid ado, melding back into the crowd.
I was left alone amongst the hungry eyes of the wedding guests. I was the most nervous of my life, with all sorts of vampires dancing, drinking blood, and what I feared that of course Dracula might do, was to dance with me. I had never ball room danced at a party before, and I knew the moves of a simple waltz and that was about it. But there was some use of the commotion. I went to the side in the darkened part of the hall, to find to my delight doors that led to outside.
Glancing around, I saw no one had noticed to my eyes, and I braced myself to go out into the cold. But before I could open the door I felt strong, cold hands grab my waist and kept me from moving further.
"Get your fucking hands of me Dracula!" I yelled and swirled around to face my foe, only to find it wasn't Dracula but a group of vampire men dressed in 18th century ball room coats, complete with the vintage white wigs and bows. They let go but surrounded me, looking over my skimpy wedding dress and form, and one even dared to reach his hand out to touch my hair, whereupon I slapped it away.
"Such foul language from a bride so young. Such lack of manners and not even a native Romanian." The head vampire I supposed chuckled. He had a French accent and a sort of disturbing insane look and twinkle to his eyes, especially when he grinned and his teeth were sharpened. "But your radiant beauty and ferocity would make you a beautiful and deadly vampire."
"My language is thus foul as for the fact I despise the bastard Dracula! And I believe…but now has that challenged…that the mind is a sanctuary, so now my thoughts are not hidden anymore and I will make him as miserable as possible." I spat out, stamping my feet and trying to get pass the French vampires that were in much closer. I took on look at the head one, and realized something. The madness, the demeanor…It couldn't be…
"I would have claimed you myself, seeing that you wrote much of me." He grasped my chin and backed me up against the chest of another vampire.
"You're…Varney the vampire, aren't you?"
"Correct little tough girl, correct. And I do hope you save your strength for tonight. After all, it isn't everyday that you can have sex with Count Dracula." He chuckled and leaned in to kiss. The perfume that was around me was intoxicating, keeping me still. "However, you can with me whenever you want to. Just hint for me to visit anytime, and I am sure Dracula won't mind if we sneak off into a bedroom."
"Let go of me you pervert. I will not do any such thing with you or Dracula." I said, trying to retreat back but I was silenced by a kiss. Varney chewed my lips ravenously, his teeth threatening to pierce my lips, and he explored my mouth quickly before withdrawing. His kiss was intoxicating and sexual, but not gentle as Dracula's. I was in a moment of shock before recovering and ready to slap him, when I heard a voice that made Varney and the others panic.
"I suggest, Varney, you let go of Elizabeth. She is mine, not yours." Dracula said, and I turned my head to see Dracula wearing all black, with a cape and everything, along with a fancy white shirt and a red rose corsage. Varney and the others let go of me and backed off, leaving Dracula to tug at the arm of Varney and silently exchange glances, seeming that their vampire body language was doing the talking.
"I was just having a bit of fun with her, that's all. You know me, always playing." Varney said coolly, smirking as he retreated into the crowd.
"Indeed, Varney, indeed. I do hope for your own sake you stay away from her." He then turned to me. "I do hope he didn't hurt you." He held my hand and then pulled me to him, walking backward to the dance floor.
"No, he didn't hurt me, just proven the existence of Varney the Vampire, and his intentions." I looked around to find myself in the midst of the dancing vampires. The gleam of Dracula's eye and the way he had grabbed my waist and held my hand indicated what he wanted to do.
"No way am I dancing with you." I said, but then as I looked into his eyes.
I began melting into them, my entire soul seemingly to fall into his hands, into his control. But the eyes were filled then with gentleness, and did I dare think of it, love and appreciation of my beauty. If I could have fought and strike out with words and touches of pain, I would now not do that, his eyes helpless and hiding the will power that was making me sway and move to the music.
We were waltzing, twirling, moving together ever so close, and I had only the notice of the outside world of the fact we were dancing to 'Wooden Ships' by Crosby-Stills and Nash, and also that the eyes were still into my head when my eyes closed as he dipped me back, his hands tracing up through my cleavage, and then I awoke when the music stopped and was shoved roughly against him. But it was then the music started up again. The lights dimmed, and I was aware then the music…had changed considerably.
It was "Back to the Garden" from Crosby-Stills and Nash, and the beat was thrumming in my insides, and Dracula was rather close to me. Stomach lurching, and the vampire eyes all on us, and the fact that I could only move when he wanted me, we began dancing.
The rocking beat, Dracula's and even my hands smoothing on our bodies as he danced modernly and not really modest. In fact, I rather enjoyed dancing with him, so charming and easy to move with him, I was gradually losing my stiffness while my fantasies were playing out in the dance. He finally dipped me low at the end, and there I had awoken completely from his spell. The clapping accompanied my thoughts as I noticed where exactly his hands were, and he promptly pulled me up and placed my leg entwined his leg, and his face was so close, close enough to kiss me. But he didn't, and let me go while my hand was entwined in the red capped vampire, and the light shone to show Dracula standing at the altar at the top of the stairs with the priest. And then the wedding music started.
It was the majesty of a church organ, playing Here Comes the Bride. So, with then the thought on what would happen after the wedding then made me nervous and almost to tears. No, I will not cry, damn it! I am not weak, I will survive! And so, I held that sound while I was lead up the long stairs halfway to the second level, alongside gloried Dracula, and then the priest began to read from the bible. I stood looking at Dracula in fear, no words were between us before the dance, and not now. And soon, the tension got worse when Dracula slid a golden diamond ring on my finger, and with a slight touch of mind control made me slide on his hand a golden ring with a black diamond on it. I hardly paid any attention when I said "I do."
"Then I pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride." And Dracula lifted the veil over my head and leaned down.
"I love you, Countess Elizabeth Dragulia." And with that he passionately kissed me, while the roar of welcoming vampire hisses and cheers echoed throughout the hall. I broke down in tears while he held my hand and walked with me up the stairs, up and up and up. I was sobbing quietly while he led me up the stairs, but I had to calm myself if I wasn't going to go down without a fight. The cheers of the vampire lords and ladies died down, as I turned to look back down as they were transforming and flying out the doors and windows. When we reached the top, all the guests were gone, and I turned now to look into Dracula's eyes once more. The look of gentleness and complete love was still apparent, and gently he picked me up and through the open doors over the threshold. Those eyes were so caring, so full of love that I was mesmerized to let him hold me.
A/N: Well, the next chapter…will rock your sox off…I am sure Remember, one of the greats, in fact, I think THE greatest of the Van Helsing fanfic sections, will enjoy chapter 8.
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