Don't own the characters.
I'm a good little bat, I updated Vl-Adam-Ir and Chosen Two! So now I can come back and obsess over this story. I started it what, a few days ago and this is chapter ten... I have a problem.
On we go!
-YD-
By the day before their crypt warming, Vlad was mentally climbing the walls. Twice nightly showers had definitely acquired Ingrid's interest, and Vlad had been spending extra time in the training room just to explain half of them and try to burn off the anxious energy he acquired dreaming about Ingrid and waiting for the party. On a venture to the kitchen for food and blood, he found Ingrid already there. "What's with you? You're jumpy, and outright anti-social by vampire standards." "I thought that would be a positive for you, not having to look at my scrawny pale visage. I'm just nervous about tomorrow, the last time Draculas hosted a party, it was mine and Adze's blood binding day which ended in an attempt on my life, Erin dying and finding out Malik was our brother. And I don't like the idea of so many others in this relatively peaceful haven."
"So invite them through the doors exactly for the purpose of the ballroom. Then they aren't invited into the actual domicile, they still need inviting through the doors to the dwelling." "You couldn't have brought this up days ago?" Clutching at the bottle in his hand, Vlad tried to remember only one more day. "When? You've been either training, reading, showering or sleeping." "Again, I thought seeing less of me would be a positive to you." Vlad jumped when he turned around, finding Ingrid all of three inches away from him. "You're the one who said you didn't want us living like strangers, and you're the one avoiding me." Feeling his body become very aware Ingrid was so close, he tried to carefully wriggle free of the tight space. "I told you, I'm nervous. Training helps me burn off the anxiety." Successfully escaping before he gave himself away, Vlad breathed a sigh of relief and swigged from his bottle. "Whatever. I only wanted to point out if dad turns up I'll be sleeping in 'our' room, so be quiet or I'll break down the wall and dust you for a good days sleep." "Noted."
Giving up on obtaining actual food now he was obviously aroused, Vlad darted up to his room clutching his bottle of soy. Ingrid was right, he was avoiding her. He didn't think telling her it was for the sake of both their sanity would sway her. Grumbling to himself as he climbed into the shower again, he dealt with his body then fell into his coffin. Not long now, when he woke up it would almost be time. And until then, he would be sleeping, dressing, preparing, entertaining. Whatever he was hoping for, it wasn't the way his dreams were more intense than ever, and Vlad felt mortified when he realised he needed a shower for a different reason. "I'm an eighteen year old vampire, this is ridiculous" he groused to himself as he peeled off his soiled underwear, shaking his head at having a wet dream when he wasn't a thirteen year old boy scared to touch himself in case his father dropped into his room.
Climbing into his clothes as though they would cover up what had happened in his mind, Vlad had to try three times to do his tie right, his hands shaking with pent up anxiety. Picking up his cape and crown to put on later, he went down to let the caterers and band in so they could set up before going to pour soy down his throat until he felt almost too full. It was a good thing nobody was in this part of the castle he mused, as he pressed the back of his hand across his mouth to burp slightly. "Barbarian." "Evening Ingrid. Ready for the hilarity to ensue?" "About as much as I am to take up sunbathing." They were both already dressed, complimentary purple accents to their black outfits and there were purple hints through Ingrid's black eye makeup. "What?" "Nothing, I was just waiting to see if you were planning to stand in the doorway all night." Vlad clicked his fingers, lifting up a couple of crates of blood to float alongside him and Ingrid moved from the doorway to let him pass her. Perfume filled his senses, haunting him as he escaped up to the ballroom.
Drawing in a breath that wasn't saturated with Ingrid, Vlad fought to clear his head as he dropped the crates off in the function area and left to get his crown and cape, preparing for the initial arrival of guests soon to occur. Ingrid appeared just before the first VHC members did, standing at his side as appropriate as they greeted the new arrivals. "Clever, keeping everyone out of your actual dwelling and still hosting." "That was Ingrid's idea, but then I would hardly choose someone who wasn't intelligent." Vlad wasn't sure whether to even care or not when he caught his father turning up, it would just mean Ingrid may torture him a little bit more to irritate the Count. "Play nice, I don't need a disinherit tonight." Ingrid growled low in her throat, belied by her smile and the spike of want in his gut but it was an agreement. He put it off as long as possible, but eventually it would become noticable if he kept avoiding touching Ingrid.
"Dance?" "Thought you'd never ask. Lets get this over with." Having already noticed and discounted something like a dozen females who had been looking at him, Vlad was more tightly wound than ever as he and Ingrid bowed slightly to each other and stepped close enough to dance. If anyone was watching them dance closely enough to notice, they may have been as confused as Vlad when Ingrid's hand wrapped around his waist, the other finding his shoulder and leaving him to hold her waist himself. His cape was an effective cover as Ingrid's hand slid under his clothes, and Vlad could only look at her in confusion as he fought the overwhelming desire Ingrid was stoking. "Why are you doing this?" Vlad wasn't even sure whether or not he had said it out loud, distracted by Ingrid's nails tingling over his lower back. Either way, Ingrid didn't answer, looking up at him and there was no doubt in his mind she could see the desire in his eyes.
There was definitely no denying she knew what was going on when she stepped forwards, and he had to move slowly not to lose the only skin contact they had. Meaning Ingrid essentially walked into him, and Vlad felt frozen to the spot as she definitely felt him hard against her. Ingrid didn't miss a beat, continuing their dance and touching him like his body wasn't announcing things it shouldn't and as though she wasn't tormenting him to insanity right now. Forcing himself to not look as crazed as he felt, to keep dancing with Ingrid like he wasn't clinging to the last threads of control. "Is dad looking?" Wondering just how much of what Ingrid was doing was to annoy their father, and rapidly realising how little he cared now, Vlad pretended to look for all of a second before saying "yes".
This time he was expecting it, no surprise to mute the feeling of Ingrid kissing him and her nails pressing harder into his back. This time he wasn't running solely on instinct, kissing her back properly and Vlad was in no way prepared for the feeling of Ingrid actually whimpering against his mouth. Unlike with the breather in the bar, he had to fight not to pant heavily as they broke apart, and fight to remember there were a lot of other vampires in the room with them. Ingrid's eyes were brighter than usual, and her hand didn't leave his back. "Did you even look?" "No." She didn't get a chance to answer as Vlad lost a little more control over himself and kissed her, clutching at her waist and feeling her whimper quietly again.
He was jolted back to reality somewhat by a hissed "get a coffin" nearby, which Vlad growled in response to but it was enough to shatter the moment. Her hand slipped from under his shirt, making Vlad shiver with loss. They finished out the song, but it was stiff, twisted and Vlad felt sick that he couldn't control his dark desires. Bowing slightly to Ingrid, he could feel her want to get away from him as she turned. Uncaring that he only drank soya, Vlad drained two glasses of something thick, spicy and old vintage to try and lose the taste of Ingrid in his mouth that was driving him to distraction. Vlad went and sat on his throne in here so he couldn't do any more damage, scowling regally out into the room as vampires ate, drank, danced and potential marriages were made or broken in minutes of weakness. Political affiliations began or ended under over-indulgence of blood, and more than one vampire was thrown out by Roque and his very large, very strange looking companion.
The companion was later introduced as "Father Tollund", a deeply religious vampire. Apparently. "You don't look particularly happy about all this Your Grandness." "I'm not, I don't like having almost a hundred vampires packed into one room, I don't like parties a great deal and I really don't like being called "your grandness" in my home." Vlad didn't think Roque would understand his burgeoning sexual frustration, or emotional distress, nor was he inclined to share it so he vented about party related frustrations and left it at that. Roque left his side soon after to keep an eye on things, almost overzealous in his security duties after the "mishap" with Talitha. By the time 3am crept up on him, Vlad had accepted nobody here was going to change what he felt towards Ingrid, especially after her tiny torture session he could still feel tingling on his skin. Irritable, frustrated in multiple ways and angry with himself, he gestured to the band to slow down to a stop.
"I would like to thank you all for coming, but if some of you don't leave now you won't beat the sunrise. Until next time!" Within fifteen minutes, with a few personal goodbyes for the VHC members, the room was empty save for the caterers cleaning up after themselves, and the three Dracula clan members present at the party. "I presume you're staying?" His father was somewhat drunk and less than steady on his feet - Vlad would not trust him to fly back to Garside right now. "Yes yes, take me to your guest crypt!" He wasn't surprised his father expected him to have one, and once he saw off the catering crew Vlad dumped his father in a guest coffin to sleep off the intoxication. Tugging off his cape and crown, Vlad dropped them in the kitchen and stared at a half empty bottle of O- like it could answer his problems. When his brain finally nudged him to go upstairs and hate himself quietly in his coffin, he went.
His bedroom door was ajar, confusing him as he knew he hadn't left it that way. Pushing it open tentatively, wary of some potential assassin, he breathed a minute sigh of relief when nobody jumped out to kill him. That didn't stop him jumping in surprise when he felt a hand on his back, which he turned to see was Ingrid. Not wanting to make a fool of himself again, Vlad retreated further into his room and started on his waistcoat and tie, hanging them up carefully next to the red ones and imagining the rainbow assortment he would have soon. "Are you going to explain?" "Are you? You started... That." "I wasn't expecting the reaction I got, I was trying to make you look a little less like you had just been staked. You're the one who... I don't need to say it do I?" "No. Now go away." Ingrid Dracula was not an easy person to get rid of when she didn't want something. Now she wanted an explanation, and Vlad wasn't going to get rid of her easily. Hoping he could make her uncomfortable enough to leave, he moved on to unbuttoning his shirt.
Dumping it in the laundry pile, Ingrid hadn't moved yet. "I would say take a picture, but vampires and photos don't really mix. So go." It was fairly apparent anyway, the heavy mood not assuaging his bodies awareness of Ingrid's proximity, but Vlad did not want to drop trousers in front of her so sat on the edge of his coffin to take off his boots. As soon as they were off, Ingrid's fingers were lacing through his hair, pulling him upright and she was kissing him again with no audience to perform to. It wasn't even a conscious thought to follow her to "their" coffin, which had only seen marginally more use than their guest coffins by now. Putting distance between them may have been the hardest thing he had ever done, but he had to say it. "You need to say stop." "Why?" "Because if you don't, then I'm going to do something we can never take back." Ingrid reached behind her, holding up a small box. "Why do you think I was in your room?" "To raid my contraception?" "Shut up and get in the coffin."
Vlad was only too happy to agree, expecting to wake up from the dream any second now as Ingrids clothes lasted less than a minute beneath his eager hands, the desperate whimpers against his mouth the closest Ingrid got to saying she wanted this with sounds rather than actions. Her actions spoke for themselves as she pushed his trousers off, rolling the latex over him and then it was happening and his dreams didn't even come close. He didn't even need to recover from the first time, nerves still skittering pleasured sparks of desire through him as he rolled on another condom and Ingrid didn't fight him taking her again. By the third time, he had gained just enough presence of mind back that he could realise this was what he had been fighting, and instead he had caved. But then, judging by the grooves in his skin from her nails and the sounds she made as they kissed again, Ingrid had caved too.
There was no postcoital conversation, the closest to it being Ingrid kissing him again after he ditched the rubber and wiped himself off, something infinitely more intimate about her kissing him when they were bare skin to bare skin but nothing would follow other than sleep. Unwilling to break the moment again, he let her set the tone as they laid to rest for the day. Ingrid was gone when he woke up, and if he weren't naked and sore all over, Vlad would have expected it to be another dream. Unwilling to give up Ingrid's scent on his skin just yet, he went to dress before heading down to find breakfast and apparently his coffinmate from last night. His father was in the kitchen, and looked mildly ill as last night seemed to come back to him, no doubt encouraged by the distinctive pheromones on Vlad. "I had hoped that was all a terrible nightmare. Sadly not." "Well you're not drunk and you have all night, feel free to leave at any moment." Pouring himself a glass of soya, Vlad couldn't remember feeling so surprisingly content in... A long time.
"I shall, mark my words Vladdy. I was just thirsty." "After last night? I wouldn't drink until you get home if I were you." Expecting the very obvious evidence he and ingrid had shared more than just the coffin last night helped, his father didn't hang around long. Once he was gone, Vlad started feeling unsettled. Going off in search of Ingrid, he had to look through half the castle to find her lurking in the back shelves of the library. "What's biting your neck?" "Last night. It was a mistake." "Such a mistake you let it happen? Three times?" Already feeling worse by the minute at the obvious discontent on Ingrids face, Vlad lashed out somewhat. "Yes! Just leave me alone. I've showered twice, I still feel dirty." Taking a step back, he started feeling sick with himself. "Not like that. I mean, last night I wanted it. In hindsight, worst idea since garlic filled pizza crusts. Now go." He didn't feel any better for Ingrid saying she had wanted it last night, not when it meant he had the true knowledge of how it would feel, and the utter agony of her looking so horrified with what they had done.
-YD-
There is soooo much more to come and it isn't just going to revolve around Vlad and Ingrid, who were very naughty vamps!
I tried to stop them... Ok that's a lie. But they were very insistent last night regardless!