Bloody Beginnings, Bloody Ends
Aline woke up, groggy and light headed. She could not see anything, but she could feel something. She instinctively moved her hands and felt hair under her fingertips. Her sight adjusted to the pitch darkness and she knew who it was.
Dracula was lying next to her, and his arm was draped over her chest possessively. Then it all came back to her:
I was in the castle, near death, and pleading to him.
And he turned me...not without me aggravating him, but he did.
Her hand drifted to her mouth, and when she opened it, and felt sharp canines, she gasped and cut her finger. She swore and sucked it, which awoke the Prince.
He looked at her, and tilted her head to look at the bite mark. It had shrunk, to barely noticeable pinpricks. But he felt Aline shift.
She wasn't happy. He was worried that this would happen.
Aline barely acknowledged him and walked into her bathroom.
She turned on the light and the sight of herself, her new body shocked her, but it also made her feel beautiful.
Her skin was the colour of pure alabaster, no longer marred by scars, devoid of the damage she had taken over the years.
Her fangs still unnerved her, but she figured she would get used to those.
Her eyes were polished emeralds, not red like she expected, but they shone, piercing the blackness of her room.
Aline threw off her clothes and began to wash them in the bath.
Dracula's footfalls made her look behind her.
"What now?"
She shrugged.
"I'm not too sure. Now it has actually happened, I guess I am no longer interesting to you. So I may as well leave, as soon as the sun sets".
Dracula huffed.
"You make this sound as if we are in a relationship. And I thought I made it perfectly clear that we are not".
Aline swung around to face him, and she caught her eyes in the full length mirror. She gasped as they began to turn scarlet.
"I know that, but what is this? We aren't fuck buddies, hell, we aren't even buddies. So what is this, huh? And before you start mouthing off, no, I don't love you. Ugh, what?"
Dracula stepped forward and was mere centimeters away now. He looked into her eyes, and cupped her cheek.
"I do not know what this is, but if you are planning to leave, then I shall too. There is nothing here for me anymore".
Aline blinked.
"But what about your son? Surely he would want you here...".
Dracula stopped her.
"He travels all the time, and I am not quite sure if I can make up for not being there at all for him. Aline, it is daylight, and will be for some time. Come".
The Prince held out his hand, but Aline declined.
"I just want to see what the less obvious signs are that I am no longer human".
She stroked her arm and shook.
"God, I am freezing. Even colder than you. And my heart...it doesn't beat. I knew that would happen but. Dracula? You could have just killed me, but you didn't. Why was that?"
Dracula considered that answer.
Aline annoyed him. Toyed with him, had the audacity to call him Gabriel, swore at him, slapped him, tormented him...he could go on and on and on about her.
But ultimately? Was it loneliness? Having pity upon her? What was it about her that made her important?
Important...
"Aline, I turned you because people like you are rare, and important. You kill these creatures, when everyone else flees, and does not care whether any one else dies. As long as it is not them, they do not care. But you do. That is why I turned you. This city, the world, without someone like you, would suffer".
Aline had to take a moment to take that statement in.
I'm, important? Really? Well, I wasn't expecting that.
She closed the distance and went to kiss him, but she turned her head, in thought.
"Erm, won't my fangs clash with yours? Or am I being stupid, again?"
Dracula answered her question with a kiss, and no clashing happened.
Aline hummed her content and turned back to wash her clothes. When she was done, she wrung them dry, hung them up and went back into her room to find some pajamas. The Prince stopped her and shed all of his clothing.
Aline mockingly sighed.
She knew what he wanted, but secretly, she was all too happy to oblige.
The pair awoke sometime after sunset. Dracula left, without a word, and Aline assumed he went to grab some of his things.
If he even has any, things.
She got up, yawned and stretched. The moment her feet hit the ground, her head pounded. She knew she had slept a lot over the past few days, but, she never felt this bad after doing so the other times.
Her stomach growling made her realise exactly what she needed.
Blood, and she needed it now.
She did a few stretches and felt her body appreciate them.
She had grown much stronger overnight, and the sex had gone from great, to so great that she did not want to stop anymore. Even after they were exhausted, soon after, her body would crave more.
She hit Dracula, she hit him when he wasn't doing what she wanted him to.
And he went flying and hit the wall behind him. He got up and crushed her with his weight, before pounding into her, to show her who had the upper hand.
He would always be on top, always.
And Aline wasn't arguing there.
Although she would wrestle him for being on top at some point.
But that power...how she ached to use it to her advantage. To have Dracula, the Prince of Darkness begging her to stop his exquisite torture, as he hung on to the cliff of oblivion for dear life.
Then she would send him hurtling off it, so much so that she would feel the impact of her work too.
All of that thinking was sending her a little mad, and dizzy with lust.
Dracula had turned her into a horny schoolgirl, who acted like she had just discovered boys, and what they could do, and that she wanted the, all the time.
She was still naked, and her hand sloped down her chest, and onto her stomach, and then between her legs...
Dracula returned and he brought several glasses with him. Aline frowned when she got a proper look at them.
"They are mine, aren't they? Do you even know what they are worth?"
The Prince did not care. He simply moved the glasses towards her, and kept one for himself. One smell of the liquid inside it had Aline's mouth watering, and her stomach growling in appreciation.
She picked up the glass, and the blood was warm, still fresh, and very inviting.
She clinked her glass with his, and they both drank the coppery, tangy, slightly bitter blood.
Aline groaned, and drank it like it was the last shot at the bar, and everyone else wanted it.
She downed it, every last drop, and her body felt like it was on fire.
She felt invigorated, powerful, potent.
The young vampire gave in to her instincts, and prowled across the table. Dracula drained his second glass and lent back to look at her.
Aline grabbed another glass, and drank, but did not swallow it. She kissed the Prince, who gratefully exchanged his saliva and the blood in her mouth with his.
Aline put the cup down and lay, on her back, before taking the glass and pouring some of the now lukewarm blood all over her breasts and stomach.
Dracula stood up and began divesting the blood from her body. He knew her body well, knew what it took to make her squirm.
Soon, he was between her legs, and had her biting her lip, puncturing it in the process, swearing, and begging him to keep on doing what he was good at.
Aline, once she had stopped shaking, grabbed the Prince forcefully, and put him on one of her dining room chairs.
His clothing was ripped off by clawed hands. He was scratched several times by unpracticed claws, but he knew Aline would learn soon enough.
The young vampire slipped him inside her, and it was clear that she could not get enough of him.
A good, long while later, Aline was cuddled up to the Prince in bed.
"So, I was thinking of going to Paris, but that would take a while to get there. Somewhere closer perhaps?"
Dracula's hand glided through her hair, and she sighed happily.
"We can create a portal. My assistant Zobek created a machine that can do just that. So we can travel wherever you want to. But from there, we would have to make our own way around, as I cannot create a portal without the machine".
Aline nodded.
"That sounds good. Is Paris okay for you?"
The Prince nodded and got up. She followed him and they both got dressed.
Aline packed up some things, including her book, her Father's insignia ring, her glasses, some of her jewelry which included her Mother's wedding necklace, some clothes and other bits. When she was done, she met Dracula in his castle, and he took her to the portal room.
Aline stopped him, just after the portal to Paris appeared. The Eiffel Tower could be seen, under the starry night sky.
"I thought you'd want to take the Vampire Killer?"
Dracula shook his head.
"I no longer need it. Aline, come. Perhaps even I can find some solace".
Aline laughed quietly.
"Well, you have little old me, so you have some company".
The Prince huffed and her laugh grew louder.
"Oh shut up, you know you like my company".
Dracula did not look at her as they stepped through the portal.
He muttered,
"I tolerate it, not necessarily do I like it".
When their feet hit the ground, and they looked up at the famous tower, Aline smirked and Dracula wondered why before smirking back.
"Dracula?...
...I heard that".