Disclaimer; I do not own Van Helsing or any of its characters. Only the OCs.
Master! Make Me A Woman!
It was a cold night as Van Helsing was looking through on of the large windows of Dracula's Summer Palace. He watched as the Count himself took C into his arms and started to dance with her. This reminded him of the time when he had to save Anna, but that was only him and his old friend Carl. Now, he had to deal with these four so called; Collage Students, who wanted to save their friend from some horrible fate. But from what Helsing was witnessing, it didn't seem so horrible whenever the Count made her face red from whatever was being said.
Pursing his lips together, Helsing made sure all their weapons were secure and ready. Once he was sure everyone was prepared he turned to face the doors that were guarded by the two vampires.
"Alright, Jason," He turned to the boy who held a newly-made model of the crossbow launcher. "You take the one on the left and I'll take the one on the right."
"Right! Amy! I hope you're ready for this!" Jason called to her from behind where she stood next to Josh and Tomas. "Once we break in, all of Hell's bats are going to come right at us!"
"We're ready!" Amy said as she held her bow and stakes ready while the other two held blessed guns with silver bullets. "We can do this, guys! We've got to save C!"
Helsing sighed as he turned to examine them. They were young and inexperienced to fight these monsters. Thought they had determination, they didn't look like they would last a week against the Count. At least, that's what he thought when they first arrived in Rome. But the girl proved to be the most insistent of all. Telling the Knights her tale of how she lost her best friend to the King of Vampires and how she and the others came for help in saving her.
What got to Helsing was how the Count could be back in the mortal world at all! It infuriated him how his changing into a werewolf and Anna's sacrifice meant nothing if that vampire continued to exist. And that's how he got to be here in Bucharest again. He had voiced his thoughts to the Knights and agreed to help the children as much as he could. But if things turned out too much for them, he would send them on a ship back to America. Thought there was nothing he could do for their memories, he suspected the Count had already taken that opportunity.
He had seen the signs of a vampire's effect on a human mind. The small group was already having trouble remembering some experiences with their once human friend, C. But now that C is a half-vampire; a feet he never thought possible for anyone to achieve, let alone the Count to create, he feared he would have the others witness him killing off their friend if Dracula should send her at them.
"Hey! Are we going in or not?" Jason asked when he saw the hesitation on his face. "Who knows what that creep is doing to her in there?"
"Probably getting her drunk so he could…Ow!" Tomas was soon interrupted by a slap on the arm from Amy.
"Don't say that!" She hissed at him. "There's no way we're letting that happen! Now let's go!"
"Alright," Helsing breathed as he readied his own crossbow, "Remember what I taught you. Stay calm. Stay quiet. But be quick on your feet! We can't risk anyone seeing us until the last possible moment!"
"Isn't that why we're knocking off the guards?" Josh asked rather irritated at the stalling.
"Yes," Van Helsing said than turned to the doors again, "Just be careful and stay alert! And leave Dracula to me! Understand?"
"Ya, sure man! You're the boss!" Josh said as Tomas and Amy rolled their eyes at him.
Children. I've fought and died over three life times to save this world from the spawns of Hell's fire and I get to face off my old enemy again with children. Helsing thought and shook his head at himself. Well, not entirely children, but still not fit to call themselves adults either!
"Let's go!" He whispered and waved at Jason to take out a vampire. With two quick shots from them both, the vampires fell to the ground before uttering a sound. The stakes imbedded into their chests as they slowly turned into piles of ash.
Standing on each side of the door, Jason motioned for the other three to follow them in as Van Helsing took a peek inside. There was a short hallway that held another set of doors which led to the main ball room. Silently running to it, with the others on his heels, he motioned them to stop as he listened to the familiar music coming to its end. No turning back now! He will know that I'm here once we open these doors!
"Ready?" He asked and they all nodded, "Alright. Nobody is to pull any stupid moves once we open these doors. Don't fire unless I say so! Everybody got that?"
"Yep! Let's do this!" Jason locked a new round of stakes into his crossbow.
"Aw man! This reminds me of Halo Two!" Tomas whispered and Josh snickered in agreement.
"Sssh!" Helsing shushed them, for he didn't want any of the lesser vampires to know they were here yet. "This is not some child's game! Stay focused or you'll end up dead! There's no little Restart button once it's over! This is real! Be lucky I agreed to train you at all or else you would have been forced back to America!"
"Okay," Amy breathed as she notched a stake on the bowstring. "I'm ready!"
Nodding to her, Helsing motioned Jason to the doors. Since they both had the rapid firing crossbows, they could deal a lot more damage than the others and possibly help them flee if things turned ugly.
Tacking a peep through the door's he could barely see Dracula and C through the crowed of vampires. Now was the time to act, for he could remember clearly how he did it the last time, but now he was on the offensive approach. Though he wasn't alone, he prayed that this foolish plan would work.
Once he and Jason exchanged looks, they both brought up their feet and kicked the doors open, making the room go silent as they aimed their guns and weapons at the awe struck and seemingly angry vampires.
"EVERYBODY! FREEZE!" Jason hollered in a deep and commanding voice. Van Helsing could have rolled his eyes at him, but he stayed focused as a certain vampire's bright blue eyes caught his gaze and looked venomously at him. Ya, this reminded him of the good old days.
"Hu? Wha-?" I shook my head weekly from the spell I was under and noticed how I was now standing upright yet still in the arms of the Count. But he wasn't looking at me anymore. He was looking rather pissed off at the far end of the room. When I followed his gaze I was shocked to say the least. Amy!? Tomas! Jason and Josh too! What the Hell are they doing here!? OH GOD! They didn't – see! Did they!?
My fear turned to extreme anger and loathing, for I saw that hunter, Van Helsing, with them armed and ready to shoot at anyone that came near them. So that's why he was here! The others must have gone to get him instead of going home like I told them too! IDIOTS!
Gabriel! Van! Helsing! Dracula hissed to himself when he saw his old nemesis standing armed with his crossbow along with the four misfit college students he thought he had sent away a month ago. That fool! How can he be here?! And those – children! I shall personally see that they all –!
His train of murderous thoughts soon came to a halt when he heard a low growling from beside him. His Dampire was also looking not too pleased at the hunter and her friends. Though he half suspected the growl to come from him, he felt rather pleased inside to know his servant didn't appreciate be interrupted like this either. Especially this kind of moment.
"Well, well. Isn't this a marvelous surprise!" Dracula changed his tone and grinned when Gabriel looked rather shocked at him, along with half the room. Though they all knew that their history of hating each other was pretty clear, he wasn't going to let it ruin the night. Well, let it get ruined any more than it already has. "Unfortunately for you, old friend. I have far more pressing matters to deal with! C! My servant! I shall leave them to you!"
I stared up at him in shock as he let me go from his embrace. He is going to let me deal with this!? Damn! Oh well, I might as well. I actually should be grateful that he is, considering all the hungry and murderous stares that the other vampires were giving the hunter and my friends.
"Yes, Master," I sighed and picked up the front of my dress and marched straight towards the small band. Everyone moved out of my way as I stomped my feet on the tile floors, my own murderous glare set in my eyes.
"C!" Amy smiled at me as I got closer, "Thank God!" Some vampires hissed in the room at this. "Let's get out of here and –!"
"YOU IDIOTS!" I screamed and knocked the bow out of Amy's hands as I stared pushing them out of the ball room. "YOU STUPID IDIOTS! DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH!? OUT! GET OUT! OUT! OUT! OUT!"
"C! The fuck!" Jason cursed as I pushed him and all the others out into the hallway then towards the exit doors. "Ouch! Stop shoving already!"
"Hey! C! Stop it!" Tomas hollered as I took the guns from him and then shoved Josh first out the door, followed by Van Helsing and the rest.
One they were out and looking at me wildly confused, I noticed the two piles of ash that had a couple of silver stakes sticking out of them. The once guard vampires. I turned to gap and stare angrily at them.
"You all are such IDIOTS! And YOU!" I pointed to Helsing and wiped his crossbow out of his hands faster than he could blink. "WHAT were you thinking!? Bringing them back her and with WEAPONS!? Do you have any idea what you could have started!? You all could have gotten yourselves killed! What the hell is wrong with you people!?"
"But –! C! I thought we could…" Amy trailed off when she saw my hands on my hips, "Wow. I haven't seen you this mad since –. Well, since that time I got drunk and you nearly ripped the shirt off Josh's back when he brought me back to the dormitory. You thought that he was gonna go – further with me and you kicked him out as soon as we opened the door."
"THAT was back in Maine, North America, Amy!" I said as I felt my irises burning with anger. "THIS is entirely different! I told you to go home! Easiest instructions to follow! But you didn't! You just had to come back and start trouble!"
"I came back to save your sorry ass from the vampires!" Amy said, starting to feel her own anger grow.
"And I told you that you were too late to save me!" I shouted my eyes starting to burn. I didn't miss the defensive stance that Van Helsing made as he reached for the gun in his holster. "JUST TRY IT!" I turned to him with red eyes in full glow.
"C! Calm down!" Jason put both his hands up in surrender when he noticed my fangs. "Don't get all crazy-like and shit! Just – calm down now!"
"Calm down? Calm down!?" I repeated as I felt the muscles in my arms tense and tighten. "After what you people just did!? You expect me to calm down after THAT!?"
"I came to save my friend, C! Are you still my friend?" Amy stepped in front of me, her eyes full of question and hope. Damn it! I hate to be the one to do this, but I guess I don't have a choice. It's for her own good after all.
"Would it help you leave if I said no?" I said in a low and dangerous tone.
Her blue eyes widened for a sec, then suddenly changed to sad. She looked so defeated and disappointed as she lowered her gaze to the ground, her lower lip slightly quivering. I haven't seen her look so pathetic, and it pained me to know it was my fault for causing it.
"I see," She breathed and turned her back on me, "Let's go home guys." And then she started walking slowly down the stone road.
"H-Hey! Amy! What the Hell!?" Tomas turned to face me. "Some friend you are! We went all the way to Italy to get help and came all the way back to save you! And this is the thanks we get!?"
"You couldn't kill Dracula even if you wanted to," I said with a shrug, "Besides. Killing him means you have to kill me too. It's better if you all just go home and forget this whole thing."
"Going home and forgetting you? Gladly!" Josh huffed and walked past me to get to Amy who still refused to look at me.
"Well I guess you got what you wanted after all, Emo," Jason glared and dropped his crossbow at Helsing's feet and started to follow the others with a silent Tomas behind him.
"Are you sure that was a wise thing to do?" Helsing picked up the weapon and stashed it in his pocket. "They came because they thought they could save you."
"You gave them false hope." I stated. The look in Van Helsing eyes told me how right I was. "You knew I was a lost cause, but encouraged them anyway." He pursed his lips together but said nothing. "Make sure to get them home safely."
Nodding, he went to follow after the dejected students. I watched for some time as they started to round a corner, but before they did, Amy turned back to face me for the last time.
"I wish you all the luck in the world!" She shouted as a tear fell from her blue orbs, then she turned to run pass the bridge.
"Ya right! Good luck with your new UN-life with the King!" Jason shouted too as Helsing made them press on.
Shaking my head, I took a deep breath once they were gone from sight. I had to say no. If I said yes, they would still be here and then eventually end up as dog food for the Werewolf. Or worse! I couldn't have their blood on my hands like that!
I went to go back inside, but I was suddenly stopped by a golden cloaked figure standing in the doorway. Dracula. He grinned down at me as I slowly walked up the stone steps to face him.
"Well done, my dear," He spoke in his cool tone, "Though I was for certain you would attack them, for I could feel the waves of your anger from the ball room."
I frowned and said nothing as he let me walk pass him and into the small hallway, were I stopped and examined myself in the back marble wall. Almost like glass, except my image was a tad bit faded. I expected that, and was also unsurprised that the Count casted no reflection beside me.
"Ya, well. Wasn't in the mood," I grumbled as I stared down at my back gloved hands. I was also still wearing the dress, which I now find to be incredibly uncomfortable in.
"So, Van Helsing has once again returned," He said as I heard him approach me from behind. I stiffened slightly when I felt his cold hand run through my hair, then grab a handful, bending my back a little and pulled my head backwards so that my gaze was looking up into his displeased orbs. "And you knew he was here all along. Did you not?"
Gritting my teeth from the small pain to my scalp, I tried to stay calm as I could feel his wrath coming off of him. Yep. He's pissed. "Yes. I knew." I said through my teeth as his eyes flashed dangerously. "But I was trying to deal with him on my own! I thought I could talk him out or make him leave or something..."
"You do not understand, do you?" He said coolly, but his grip on my hair loosened some, "Van Helsing will not leave that easily! Though, I admire your courage, my dear. This is now something that you cannot deal with alone! He is, after all, my enemy! And this time; it shall be him that falls!"
Releasing my hair, I cracked my neck into its upright position again while rubbing the sore spot. Gess! He didn't have to do that!
Master is angry! The voice that mimics mine nearly spooks me after not hearing it for so long. I watched in silence as Dracula paced up and down the small hallway, his stone cold face unreadable as his thoughts were closed off to me.
Kinda obvious, you know. I countered as he began to mutter to himself on how he could kill his old foe over and over again.
Master needs our encouragement! My voice whispers and I nearly trembled at the idea, but if it was the only way to calm down the King, than I guess I have to agree.
"You know, the sun is about to come up in a couple of hours," I said and he rounded his attention to me, his eyes livid, but I continued, "It's too early for this kind of thinking. And I am sooo tired! Could we save the planning for tomorrow? Okay – M-Master?"
That is not what I –.
Shut up! And let me deal with this! I silenced my voice.
He stared at me silently for a moment, and then smiled gently. "I'm not lying! I really am tired! All this excitement has left me drained," I said as I fanned out the bottom of my dress, "Not sure if I'd be able to sleep at all tonight though. Maybe – I'll just lie awake and maybe it will come naturally or something –."
"Your ramblings have become quit amusing, darling," He smirked as I frowned. He then approached me slowly as I placed my arms over my chest, waiting for whatever he'll do next. "But – I agree. We shall discuss more on this matter tomorrow evening. Till then, you may sleep."
With the powerful glow from his irises, my thoughts stopped completely and I felt myself grow heavy. Falling forward as I closed my eyes, the last thing I felt was the Count's arms catching me.
Lifting her sleeping form in his arms, he thought over several problems. One; he had to deal with Van Helsing again. Two; his Dampire had stated a tolerable point. It was already close to sun rise and he too was feeling tired. Too tired to deal with an old enemy. Rather disappointed though since he didn't get to steal her first kiss, but shrugged it off. He will kiss her at a later date.
"Ranfield!" He called from the ball room, his cold vice echoing aloud.
"Yes Master?" The British man quickly raced towards him.
"Inform the guests that I shall be taking my leave, along with my servant," He said and then teleported to Castle Frankenstein after Ranfield bowed.
In C's chambers, he set her on the hammock that she had made. He found it amusing since she didn't like beds, but perhaps once she woke, he will explain it to her on how many other uses a mattress could have.
Brushing some of her black hair out of the way, he could see some resemblance to his first brides. Her hair was black like Verona's, but spoke more volume and waved around her head like a wild mustang. She also held a pleasing figure like Marishka's, yet her bold attitude and spunk reminded him of Aleera. Yet her eyes! Her eyes spoke most of all, besides the red glow of her vampiric power when she was angry. He could only tell what she was feeling through her eyes and the rapid sound of her heart beat.
A true beauty yet to bloom. He mused as he took his leave in a puff of smoke, leaving her in hypnotic sleep. It was time for him to rest too. He imagined all the other vampires wondering why he left his own palace before them, but he ignored it. He was in no mood to see anyone off, now that his once friend; now rival had returned to cause more trouble for him.
But unlike his former vampire brides; his Dampire will prove to be more of a challenge for Helsing. He was going to see to it that his Dampire, once she was properly seduced, he will use her to rip out Helsing's heart! With thoughts of revenge and satisfying ways of wooing his Dampire, Dracula teleported to his coffin for the rest of the day.
Van Helsing followed the long and rather depressed track back to the village. No one spoke. No one wept. No one seemed to care. For once, Helsing wished he had the others fight through that hall of vampires rather than mope like this.
"It's for the best, you know," Helsing said as he walked alongside the blond girl, for she looked so sad that he thought she would be crying by now. "If there was anything you wanted to say to her before you leave, I'll let her know."
Amy just gave a heavy sigh, as they approached the old hut with the supposed 'magic mirror' they used to get here. "I – don't know." She finally said as the guys crossed the threshold and into the wooden house. "I wish things could have been different, you know?"
"Come on! Amy!" Josh called as he waited with the others. "The mirrors still here! We can go home!"
"I – I thought Dracula was going to destroy it?" Amy's brows furrowed in confusion.
"He rarely goes through with such deeds if it's his stuff," Helsing said sourly and looked at the girl in shock when she let out a small laugh.
"I guess," She smiled up at him weakly, "Will – will you please take care of her? Help her if she needs it?"
"I will," He said and watched how the sun began to rise from the mountains, "You better hurry now. Take care of yourselves in America."
"Don't get yourself killed by the King of Bats now!" Jason hollered in return as he jumped into the frost bitten mirror, followed by Tomas, then Josh. With a small wave and a smile, Amy turned to the mirror and gazed at her reflection in worry, before turning back around and said; "Be careful! And – Good luck!" And with a crash of ice, she jumped and disappeared into the mirror.
The look she had almost reminded him of Anna's, filled with content yet still sad to leave him alone. Rubbing it off, Helsing pulled out a bottle of clear liquid from his jacket and popped it open. He then splashed the stuff all over the mirror. It gave off a frequent shimmer before the icy surface began to slowly disappear. As the mirror regained a sort of normal surface, like any other glass, Helsing tested it by pressing his palm to its surface.
Good. It worked. He thought with satisfaction as his hand didn't go through it. But just to be safe, he picked up a chair from his left, and threw it at the mirror. It hit dead on into its center and broke it with a loud crash. Bits of glass scattered the floor as he shielded his face from any flying shards. Once that was done, he found a broom, swept the remaining shards into a sack and tied a knot over it. Blessing the ropes, he then stood up and tossed the sack into a hole and buried it while the mirror's wooden frame was chopped up and burned.
"Have you finished with your duties yet, Hunter?" The old man that was Carl's descendent stood next to him by the small bonfire he had made. "I can see you sent the Americans back home. But did you really have to provoke Dracula even more by destroying his mirror?"
"It's the only way to make sure no one else falls into the same trap C has," Helsing said rather stiffly and then turned to face him, "Would you have not done the same?"
"I suppose," He said and straightened his heavy winter coat, "Might as well get my shovel then." He said as Helsing raised a brow at him, "For the embers. It gets cold here at this time of year, and I'd like to be prepared for it."
"Why not a drink then?" Helsing asked with a smirk.
"That I leave for winter," Carl smiled back, "Besides, you have other things to attend to. Might as well be ready for the worst to come."
"I'm well aware," He sighed as the fires started to go down and the leftover wood started to glow a hot red. "I'm most certain of it."
I woke up from a surprisingly good rest. Though I shouldn't say surprising since I was actually hypnotized into sleep, but I felt better from it. Looking from the sun coming from the only window in my room, to my alarm clock, it was an hour after noon. I had been asleep for only six hours and I felt recharged.
It's funny really. I should feel like shit for talking down to Amy, the only person who had the nerve to talk and face me without fear or dislike. But I don't have to worry about her anymore. She's gone home with the others, or assuming Van Helsing has taken them to the mirror like I asked him too.
In any case, I certainly wasn't going to mope all day about it. Getting up and dressing in my dark brown and leather clothes, I started to plan the day, until the Master woke up. The village always has something new, and I didn't get to say thank you to Professor Daoson for the glider attachments to my coat.
As I skipped down the spiral staircase and headed towards the entrance, I spotted the Werewolf himself sniffing and, perhaps, hunting around in the nearby woods. Its time I stood up to that huge hairball.
Making a quick plan, I headed for the village butcher to ask if he had any dried meat, or jerky. Luckily, he had and handed me a small bag which I paid in full with my American money. Though I didn't have any Romanian leu, the people didn't seem to mind, as long as they were paid. Understandable for any working soul.
With the bag in hand, I headed straight for the woods that the Werewolf had walked in. Keeping my nerves in place I spotted him digging his claws in a rabbit's hole and diving his huge snout inside to see if there was anything living as the sun shined on his thick grey fur.
"Hey! Wolfy!" I called out, immediately getting his attention by the dumb nick name. He sneezed the dirt out of his nose and faced me with lips curled up in a snarl while his ears went flat on his head. He growled at me in annoyance for disturbing his hunt as his sharp canines threatened to bite. But that didn't scare me, because I was tired of being scared. Tired of dealing with this bull shit whenever he trots by. No more!
"Ya, I'm talking to you!" I returned his snarl with my glare. "Do you know how frustrating it is tolerating all that growling you do whenever I try to say Hi? Why don't you stop being so difficult to be around and maybe we can work this out! After all, we are on the same team. In a way."
His ears only flattened again as he gave me another low growl, his claws flexing and ready to tear me to shreds if need be.
"Alright, you know what?" I said and held out the bag of dried meat in front of me, stopping his angry growls, "I'll give you some of this, and maybe more in the near future, if you start treating me a little nicer. I mean, come on! You and I are kinda in the same boat here! Were both servants for – for him! Why not make things easier by tolerating me a bit more?"
Crooking his head to one side, he landed on his front claws and made his way slowly towards me, sniffing the air lightly as he came closer. His huge yellow eyes were fixed on the bag as his black nose came closer, probably already smelling the spices that the jerky gave off.
"I know you can understand me," I sighed and he narrowed his gaze at me while showing a bit of teeth, "So, what do ya say?"
He blew a big huff of air in my face before snatching the bag quicker than I had expected, and started to rip it open and dig his long face into its contents. I smiled in satisfaction as his big jaws chewed on the dried meat, happily grunting all the way. When he was done stuffing his face, he tossed the ruined bag at my feet and then locked eyes with mine.
For a second, I was worried he might pounce on me and go for my throat, but all he did was circle me once, taking deep whiffs of me, and then stood back in front of me in a curious manner. Giving off a light puff of air in my face again, I assumed he means that I'm tolerable now, or more so.
"Okay –," I looked at him nervously before holding my hand out to him, like I'd expect him to shack it, "Friends then?" He shook his head slightly while huffing at me before turning his back and started to resume his hunt. I guess that means; don't puss your luck.
Sighing, I started for the village to do something constructive. At least I got to make peace with the Werewolf, or at least I hope I did.
Taking note of the three horses by the local Inn, I figured the young Prince was still around. Oh well, I'll just have to ignore his annoying ass while he's here.
"Evnin' Lass!" Huggle greeted me from the porch of the pub; Naity and Boozen were just passed out on the table next to him. "You sure put up quite a show that night! Eh?" He chucked as I dipped my hands in a nearby rain barrel.
"Ya well, it's only gonna be a one-time thing," I smiled back, and before he and I said anything else, the water I had my hands currently in suddenly exploded up with a loud crack and splashed all over me. I didn't flinch nor jump back and screamed in alarm, I just froze and looked at Huggle in suspicious wonder as he stared at my now dripping form in astonishment. I heard light laughter from behind me and turned to see Prince Devon himself with his two guards standing behind him, trying hard to hide their own grins.
"I seem to have found a suitable punishment for the Dampire," His wide smile remained as I blinked at him in surprise, "After all? What is better to fight fire than with fire?" He then held up his hand to show me a few sticks of what I could tell, were firecrackers.
I couldn't help but let lose my own grin as my eyes turned sinister. I didn't know he would have the balls to prank me back but damn! What nerve! "Oh, you think it's going to be that easy, your highness? Trust me! You just entered a war that you wish you stayed out of! And I'll make sure you regret it!"
"We'll see who regrets it in the end!" His blue eyes twinkled with mirth, "Since Van Helsing isn't going to do anything to be rid of you and your childish behavior. I might as well join in on the fun!"
"I suppose one of your siblings told you this? Had to run back to the family for advice?" I taunted and ignored the water that was dripping down my black hair.
"Since you're so interested, I'll say no. It was my Uncle who suggested this." He sneered as I rolled my eyes at him. "I hear vampires don't take kindly to too much water, so I thought using these to splash the reality in your face would work, and it did."
"Nice brain storming there, Einstein!" I gritted my teeth as I kept my smile in place. Though I was surly mad at getting wet like this, he wasn't going to have the last word. Not by a long shot. "BUT! You're assumptions are wrong in this case! Vampires can't cross water and plus; I'm only half! So the only stunt you pulled was just trying to annoy me. And it worked too!"
"If you say so," Devon smirked and waked just a few feet closer to me, "But how are you going to exact your revenge on me without killing? I do believe I was told that you're Master said to leave me alone?"
"I have my ways," I smirked back and started for him as my eyes slowly turned red. If he thinks he's going to get out of this so easily, then he's surely mistaken. Noticing that I wasn't stopping, he began to back away from me while his eyes showed a glint of fear, provoking me to show my fangs in a menacing grin.
"You stay away or I'll – GAAH!" He shouted and fell backwards in the horse's trough, making a big splash that I easily avoided as his two guards quickly went to aid him out. "You! You little –!" He shrieked at me as his blue eyes sent a murderous glare at me.
"Just so you know, Princeling!" I called as he stood up in the water, "This doesn't make us even! The funs only just beginning for you!"
"I'll be ready for you! Mark my words! You haven't heard the last of me!" He hollered as I walked away from his drenched form.
"I just have!" I grinned as I started towards the castle.
"Cheers!" Huggle laughed at the sighed as I passed him by, knowing he was enjoying this all the way. "Give em' Hell, lassy!"
"Oh, I will!" I smirked as I clenched my jaws and my fangs itched to bit something. Adrenalin was sill pumping through my veins as I desired to see that punk on the ground withering in pain. But for now I had to satisfy this sudden craving to kill before I end up hurting the innocent people here. So I took the same rout the Werewolf had. I went hunting.
As Dracula had told me, deer blood didn't turn out to be very satisfying, but I took what I needed and brought its remaining carcass to the butcher, which he gladly accepted. It was becoming a long day already and I wasn't even awake for most of it, so I headed back to my chambers, dried myself and changed into my usual black wardrobe. Deciding to complete my dark nature, I added my black lipstick, my two spiky wrist bracelets and choker along with putting up my hair in a short ponytail. I noticed my hair was starting to get rather long, but I thought to trim it later as I added two black chopsticks behind the black hair tie.
Staring into the mirror at my Gothic self, I felt satisfied as I placed my chain-like belt around my waist. Oh ya! Now I look and feel more like myself! Forgetting my mascara though, I decided to skip that and wander out of my room. I still felt incomplete without my boots, but these black shoes will do, for now. Till then, I wondered what Ranfield was up to, and speaking of such, here he comes up the hallway.
"Evening – C?" He stared at me oddly, like he had spotted something wrong.
"Evening!" I smiled back, for I always enjoyed the disturbed and awe struck stairs that people gave me when I was in full gear.
"Forgive me for staring but – is that your usual attire?" He asked as he eyed each detail on me with a nervous expression.
"It sure is," I puffed up my chest proudly, for I could care less of what he thinks, "I've missed my old accessories and am glad to have them back!"
"Right. Well – I'm just finishing the daily chores," He said as I started to follow him, "There are still Dwergi to be fed."
"I think I can handle that," I smiled as we turned the corner to the Dwergi's cafeteria room.
"Oh yes!" Ranfield's eyes sparked as he turned to me, "How did you enjoy the ball? Usually it's much more pleasant without – interruptions, but…"
"It was – nice," I said, for I really didn't want to discuss that topic right now, not after dealing with my college peers like they were criminals. They were only trying to help me, but they can really help me now by staying out of Europe and enjoying their lives in America, like before. A pleasure I shall not have the chance to experience ever again.
Shacking off this dull mood, I tried to remain content as I turned on the big furnace and started the fire to heat up the pool sized caldron.
After all the Dwergi were happily fed, I started to feel the tingles of cool air from outside and noticed how the sun was going down. Great. The Master should be up any minute now. But that's when I decided to part ways with Ranfield and went to wander around the second floor, enjoying my alone time.
I had many things rolling over in my head and was grateful that my bipolar self didn't disturb me. Even as I wandered into a dull room filled with nothing but a few shelves of books, I started to recall the music from last night. I had never performed a dance like that, let alone in someone else's arms, and the feeling sent small waves of butterflies down in my lower stomach. Am I sick? Can a half-vampire like me get sick? I'm not sure.
You have become strong, my little Dampire! Strong and beautiful! Why not indulge? His voice echoed through me like a cool wind, and it gave me the chills. Or, was I trembling from a whole different reason? I feel so confused! Why am I like this? I'm not used feeling this – these strange feelings?
You are afraid. His voice taunted me and I hated that he was right. I felt that indulging to my heart's content is considered selfish. I am not selfish! But I certainly don't want to be called afraid either! Oh, how I hated feeling like this! Not knowing how to combat this problem and feeling fuzzy all over whenever it came to mind. Fuzzy eh? I never thought I'd be describing what my body felt after last night. But that's what it felt, or close to it.
In his arms I felt a sense of compassion, like he cared what had occurred in my life. By his touch I felt my insides stir and awake with heat I never thought to feel. And when he was so close, so close to kissing me, I felt like I was a pot of water ready to boil over.
Racking my fingers through my hair in frustration, I walked out of the room and started for the stairs. I'm not used to feeling this sort of thing. My emotions were always bottled up so I don't get distracted on my goals in life. But now that things have changed, I'm not sure what to do; except follow the only person's advice that made me like this.
He wasn't just any old person either. He was the famous monster in all of history, movies and literature! And here I am, his servant, getting all dreamy and shit like I was about to fall – to fall…
"Oh, Hell no," I breathed angrily as I stopped near a window and looked outside. There was no way I wanted this! I don't want this! Right? I don't want to be in a predicament that involves love!
But you do want it. My double voice takes me aback. Master wants us. Wants you. And you want Master.
SHUT IT! It's all your fault anyway! I growled back. There's no way I want to continue this wearied conversation with myself. I might as well get the white body bind now and be shipped off to the nearest clinic for going mad! I groaned in frustration. If I keep thinking like this, I'm bound to get another headache. Another reason why I never got involved with anyone, too much stress.
"Having problems, my dear?" A cool and familiar voice nearly made me jump. Shit! He's gotta stop doing that! His white teeth grinning down at me as I glared at him from across the hallway.
"Nope," I huffed and started for the wide staircase, with him just behind me. Even though he wasn't wearing his cape, he still looked as regal as ever. When I noticed he was still following me casually, I had to ask; "Is there something you needed?"
"Not at the moment," His smile remained as his blue eyes scanned me from head to toe, "Yet I have never seen such a style on a woman before. Is this how you normally dressed in you societies?"
"Ya," and don't ask me to change it! I grumbled the rest in my head, but if he heard it, he said nothing but kept his face impassive. Why is he following me?
"Though I prefer if your hair was down, it is quite a bold look, I must say," He said as he spotted the spiky choker that covered his mark on my neck. His eyes told me he looked displeased to see it there, but didn't push the subject.
"Thanks," I shrugged and stopped at the bottom of the stairs while he remained on the third step. "Are you sure you don't need me for something?"
"Why C. I'm hurt to think the only reason I would visit you is to suit my needs," His eyes shown with a tease.
"Okay – So, what's up?" I asked, for I didn't like the sudden tension that was in the air. What's his play now?
"Do not play those games with me, dear girl," His expression suddenly turned darker as he decided to go straight to the point. "I've lived too long to see what pride can do to a young and lonely woman such as yourself. It will do you no good should you continue on this path."
"Oh really," I scoffed as I put my hands on my hips, "Your one to talk, Mr. King of the Undead! Besides dealing with this whole servant bull shit, weren't you the one who told me never to accept weakness? Or were you just being a hypocrite about it?"
"What I've discussed with you on that day was to live with the strength of blood," He replied rather sternly, "And it was your own fault for not accepting to drink. Not mine. To live against being afraid. Against all forms of fear. That was my instructions, and you surly are following them rather poorly."
"Oh, should I just dive head first in without thinking then?" I said, irritated that he was bringing this up.
"I did not say that either," He frowned and started to walk towards me, "What I mean, my dear, is that you think too much on how your new life should go, when you should just accept it and follow your instincts naturally."
"Follow my instincts?" I started to walk backwards away from him, for I did not like where this was going. "On WHAT exactly?"
"You know very well what," His voice cool and icy as his eyes never left mine, "Do you not feel it? The desire to be held? To be wanted by no one else and to have that desire be fulfilled!"
I felt the blood rush to my cheek bones as I swallowed thickly, trying to keep my sense of composure. "I – I don't think on it too much."
"And why is that?" He asked, his pace never changing.
"Because! I just don't!" I quickly turned my back on him, wanting to leave him in this stupid hallway with his stupid ideas. "I don't want to talk about this!"
"Because – you are afraid," His cold voice made me stop in my tracks. He had just said those same words from last night, and was trying to trap me with them again. Damn it! "You are afraid to open yourself and experience the one thing you desire. Much like every women desires."
"I'm not like most women," I growled as my hands clenched into fists.
"No, you are not," He agreed but didn't stop there, "You are, by far, the most intelligent and intriguing woman I have ever encountered. You hold yourself true because that is what you want, but you desire so much more."
"Everybody dose," I accused as I felt my temper rise.
"Not truly," He countered as I heard his footsteps slowly come up behind me, "Not always. You have promises made from a tragic past. But they have now become useless." Images of my grandparents flashed in my head as I trembled slightly while he continued, "Friendships – gone and renewed. It is the way of life. Of our lives. Time is meaningless for those who live on, even for the undead. Every vampire knows of its benefit and we live the way we must. But not alone. Even a Dampire may endure its faults, so why not enjoy its fruits?"
I clenched my teeth as my chest became heavy with guilt. No! I shouldn't be guilty about my choices! By why! Why do I feel so – incomplete?
"I have asked you last night, why not indulge? Why not set the woman within you free?" Dracula's voice started to grow soft as a whisper and I felt my skin ripple, but it actually frighten me because it felt rather good. "Even mortals must consult to others. To hold and to be held while seeking release from life's common struggles. Why not let your turn come?"
I stared down at my feet in hopeless despair. He, as usual, is right. I want to seek that feeling of desire from another! I want to find my release with a man who wants me and who I want in return. But is want a lot like love? Can I find love through him? I don't want to be played the fool though…
"I promise you, you are not a fool," He said as I exhaled too quickly, "It is quite normal to want and be wanted. To seek such release. Let me help you. Carolyn."
I froze, my eyes widened some the way he said my true name. Oh, God! How I hate that name! But the way he said it, the way he made it slide off his tongue made me tremble in my own skin. He grinned at my suddenly surprised expression, but I quickly turned back to staring down at my shoes. Even just staying my name just started to spring life into my lower gut.
"Carolyn," He said again in his smooth back velvet voice that sent little pleasant shocks into my ears. "Such a beautiful name not used often. And why not? Because you have lived a life full of independence for too long, and it has hurt you. Has made you cold and hard as stone. Deep down though, you wish to be free of it. I am here now, to comfort you. Not just as a Master to a Servant. But as a Man! For you! Do not walk away."
I clenched my eyes shut as I bit my lower lip. The things he said. The heat that's been building inside me, almost begging for release. My heart pounding like never before, and my hands, itching to touch and hold something else besides my will power. It was the only thing I had left, and it was starting to shatter before me. My body ached for such wonders, but was I ready? If I take the plunge, can I ever forgive myself? Am I ready for such needs? Sure I'm no longer a child and have grown past the age of being modest. But can I? Can I really – with him?
"Do not hide anymore. Accept your needs. Come to me, Carolyn, and I can set you free." His voice was so smooth and sexy that I could literally feel it on my skin.
I started to move my feet, away from him, but a drive in my own eyes forced me to look into his, and for the first time, I felt like I was needed. The way he was starting at me with such intensity, how his arms were open for me and how his lips were formed into that gentle yet teasing smile of his. Breathing in disparity, I tried to focus on walking away.
But I didn't. I took the plunge. Literally turning around and throwing myself into his arms, our lips crashed into each others and I thought I had just died. The cool skin from his lips lighting my own in an electric flair. The way his arms tightened around me as his hands started to kneed my shoulders then smooth down my back making my knees go limp and my own arms twisting over and around his shoulders as my figures traced the nap of his neck.
He growled in satisfaction and pressed harder into me. My back suddenly hitting something solid and I realized it was the stone wall he had pushed me up against. His kiss was so demanding that when I felt his tongue tracing over my black lips, licking them clean, my mind went blank as our mouths opened and I could literally taste him!
He finally had her where he wanted! The fire he had stirred within her was also igniting his own arousal for a woman. He had not had one since his return to this world and it was time to indulge, and what better way to satisfy ones needs than to fulfill another's?
The blood that was rushing under her skin was so hot that he could smell it. The way her heart beat fiercely against his own cold, still chest and the scent of her ripening was starting to unraveled his control. He didn't even mind wiping the black lipstick she had on, just so long as the dull taste was quickly replaced with her own.
Sliding his hands down her waste, towards her hips, he smiled against her lips when she gave a light moan. Oh, it has been too long indeed! And he couldn't wait to show her the pleasures of it all! Sliding his hands down further, till he cupped her knees, and slowly, he brought up each leg and hooked it over his slender hips, bringing his flush closer to hers.
A loud groan escaped my throat when I felt his lower half rub up against mine, for his little ministrations were driving me mad. Even though I told myself hundreds of times I would never give myself to anyone, but then again, Dracula isn't just anyone! And God! This feels so good! So right! His passionate kisses left me breathless in his arms. Then, he released me.
Panting for air as he rested his forehead against mine, his bright blue eyes suddenly darkened as his hands held my head. "Come with me, and I shall heal you." He breathed.
Surrendering, I nodded and he embraced me in a tight hug before teleporting us to his chambers, where I experienced the most amazing and mind blowing night of my life!
TA! DA! I'M BACK! And I'm happy to be posting again! Sorry for the long wait, but – you know how the Holidays makes people busy! But since the major ones are done, I'm back and sober enough to start typing again! Hope you all had a good one with free DUI roads! XD
And yes! You finally get to discover C's real name! Did any of you guess? Where you close? Please tell me! And, of cores, you got to read a bit of the mushy stuff. No lemons though. Sorry but I suck at writing those. Makes me flush every time I try! *sheepishly steps back*
ANYWAY; I hope you all liked it! I'll be posting again soon as I typed up Chapter 10! ENJOY!
Sincerely; BR2
