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yeah it did happen, what i didn't delete or replace, it happened. the underlined are dream sequence.
To be loved by my lover... Isn't that what I want? Noriko opened her eyes, which held a kind of tired sorrow. Just when I had finally forced my feelings to fade... "Noriko..." the face of her lover, no, the face of Dracula,came into view. Somehow, she could only force herself to call him Dracula. She was trying to break all ties with him and this was the furthest she could go. "My lovely dryad, you've finally awoken." He was smiling, and she was aware of how handsome he was... Again. She pushed herself straight and moved backwards until she hit the bed's headboard, trying not to make any physical contact with him.He was wearing black long pants and had on a half buttoned white shirt, revealing part of his muscular chest. Her stomach churned.
Noriko opened her eyes, which held a kind of tired sorrow. "Noriko..." the face of her lover, no, the face of Dracula,came into view. Somehow, she could only force herself to call him Dracula. She was trying to break all ties with him and this was the furthest she could go. "My lovely dryad, you've finally awoken." He was smiling, and she was aware of how handsome he was... Again. She pushed herself straight and moved backwards until she hit the bed's headboard, trying not to make any physical contact with him.He was wearing black long pants and had on a half buttoned white shirt, revealing part of his muscular chest. Her stomach churned.
"Noriko," He grabbed one of her hands which was clutching the bedspread covering her naked body. Dracula noted the numerous love bites that covered her exposed skin with satisfaction. "This body has held you numerous times... Made love to you... Pleasured you, for the past three days and nights since you fainted..." While saying, to her utmost horror, he ran her hand on his chest, his waist, before stopping on his cheek. Her eyes were scrunched shut, almost painfully, as she tried hard to pull away, but the iron grip only tightened and he pulled her in for a kiss. This kiss was slow, passionate and loving and like all his other kisses, never failed to make her body go weak and limp in his arms. Her arms entwined behind his head of their own accord the contact of his soft, gentle lips against hers shot sparks through every nerve ending.
She longed for more of his touch, unconsiously changing from her sitting position to a kneeling one, so that both were kneeling. He caught her hands by her wrists, as he kissed her fingertips. Her muscles were turning to water, her brain clouding up, as she ran his speech through her mind over and over again. For three days and nights since you fainted... Her previously closed and relaxed eyes shot wide open. "Fainted?" She choked out that single word. Dracula smiled, and in this smile, she could only see triumph andtaunts. He kissed her ring finger a last time, lingering. Why lingering? Her face blushed red, the memories of their lovemaking emerged in her horrified brain. "Yes, I have begun to believe that I should sire you. The doctor said that you had only a mild exhaustion. If I had sired you, we wouldn't have that problem, would we?" He got up and left, abruptly. Soon, I will make that promise, the promise that wouldn't hurt you, I swear on my undead life, soon. "I am going to my summer palace, to get things ready for you. Don't try to escape for that will only prove to be both futile and foolish,you belong to me. I look forward to your open arms when I return." He threw back a last look, his eyes feasting on the sight of her and smirking at her flushing face.
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She fell back, seeking safety in the pillows around her. I tried so hard to lose hope that you never loved me, why did you have to waltz right in and give me hope again...?
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"Aleera!" She called. She still needed a new life, away from him. "Aleera? I want to get out of here, away from... your sire. I'll run away and he'll never find me. Aleera..." She wrapped the bedsheets around her shoulders. He hadn't left her with any clothes. She paced around the room, covered with only that cape. "Ack!" Aleera was walking upside down, mimicking her, except that she was on the ceiling instead. The female vampiress had on a simple white dress this time, looking as fabulous as ever. She gave Noriko a haughty look and tossed her a small satchet. "Swallow it and you'll be able to jump out of the window, directly without getting injured. Tata my lovely." She smirked sacarstically, before vanishing. Aleera had learned, if she wanted to help this human out of her way, she had to do it indirectly, without her sire from knowing and besides, she hadn't mention one of the side-effects... She laughed, her laughter reverberating in her room. An evilish shrieking sound of triumph.
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Noriko looked dubiously at the small packet, she had nothing to lose... She swallowed it down, almost gagging and vomitting at the horrible bitter taste, then it turned sweet, so sweet that she dashed to the bathroom and furiously drank water. With that done, She examined herself. She didn't feel anything different... Well, here goes, she leapt, out of the window, and to her amazement, bounced off the snow and landed somewhere in the forest. The moment she regained her bearings and when the adrenaline rush and subsided a little, she stood up, pulled her cape closer and began to walk towards to the other end of the forest. If she kept along to her current speed, she would be at the other side by evening, she calculated.But as she walked on, she began to have an insight into how an ice cube must feel like. Hours later, she started having headaches as well, and, her eyesight was blurring. The trees looked like people, all stretching out their arms to her... How odd that one should have a hat...?
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"Miss? Miss? Eh Miss?" Van Helsing cursed. Of all times...
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His kiss sent her spinning again, hard and pungent. Noriko...Her body, already tingling with panicked excitement. The moan ripped out of her. She felt his cheek rubbing against hers. Dozens of pulses began to beat in a rhythm that drummed over and over in her head. Restlessly, ruthlessly, his hands stroked over her, feeling her arch, hearing her tangled breaths. Noriko...She inhaled the passion rising to his skin, that musky, heady, manly, masculine scent that she could drown in. He was smooth, his torso hard as iron, but the skin over it was soft. Noriko.She could glide her fingers over it and feel his muscles tense. Strong. She'd always needed strength, but she'd found it only in herself. Noriko...! Passion. She'd wanted it, craved it, then dismissed it as something she'd have to live without. His lips were on her breast. The muscles in her stomach contracted as he encircled the tip with his mouth. With teeth and tongue and lips he brought her an exquisite torture. His lips roamed lower and lower... Noriko! He moaned, as she gave her all into this madness that devoured her. Pleasuring her, pulling her up with him on his climb... His breaths coming out in pants as well, serving to only fuel the passion between them, as he gently stroked and caressed and moved...within her...
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"Ah!" Noriko... My dryad... His breath tickling her ear... "Are you ok Miss? You seemed to be having a nightmare. You fainted in the middle of the woods. Doctor said you were terribly weak. Let me get you a glass of water." A large worn trenchcoat was thrown over her naked body. It was just a dream. The man entered again, with the said glass of water. she grapsed it tightly in her hands, "What's your name? I'm Van Helsing." She looked up, Van Helsing, a man with rugged, handsome and masculine features. Dark brown hair pulled casually back into a ponytail, warm brown eyes filled with concern. Rarely would someone look at her with such concern. I wish...Tears threatened to form and spill, but she blinked them back. "Noriko." She gave him a smile. Van Helsing was looking curiously at her, the naked girl who fell in his arms that same afternoon when he was out hunting. This female... Noriko... Her smile was so innocent, trusting and naive. She looked totally different than others, with flowing silver hair and wide purple eyes, if she didn't faint in his arms, he might have shot her. "Well, I guess you'll be wanting to bathe, you were naked except for that sheet... I didn't see! The bathroom is in here, you had a raging fever just now and I'll pass you some clothes." He realised that he was rambling and he shut his mouth, his ears were burning as well.
She accepted the towel he held out and headed into the bathroom. It was of course not as beautiful, or grand as the one in his castle. As her thoughts dredged back to him, she was faced with the most recent dream as well. Even in my dreams you won't leave me alone...
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"Noriko? Here's your clothes, I'm opening the door..." He never got to finish what he wanted to say, for he opened the door and saw her standing in front of the mirror, naked with only his trenchcoat clutched at her chest. Her head was thrown back, elegantly, as if she were some ballet dancer, eyes closed andher lips parted, her silver hair flowing behind her. He could see love bites on her neck and collarbone. For the second time that day, Van Helsing blushed as he helplessly took in the contours of her body. He laid the clothes on the floor and closed the door silently, the image of her in his mind, as his cheeks burned long and hard...
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She glanced at the reflection of her in the mirror, and saw marks on her skin for the first time. Vlad's marks... Of course he would mark me... She rubbed at her skin, but they wouldn't go off. The silent memories of the three days and nights together flowed through her mind, infused with warmth. Why is it that even now... I still long for his touch...? Vlad's scent... Vladislaus' hands, lips, everything that was him in essence, I crave it... A small sigh escaped as she vehemently tried to banish all thoughts of him, but that was impossible. She changed into an oversized white shirt of Van Helsing's and one of his oldest breeches, but even then she had to use a rope to hold it up a little.
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Van Helsing took a glance at her, then turned away and paid more attention to the rabbits roasting on the spit. Her hair was still wet and it glimmered as she tried to towel it dry.
She sat down next to him on a log. "Eh Miss, Noriko, after this meal I'll be riding off-" "Bring me with you!" Her outburst only led to him raising an amused eyebrow.
"I can help you do whatever you want to do,I can ride, hunt or... Anything!" The sudden prospect of escaping on a horse, which would prove to be valuable in her escape from him made her stumble over her words.
"I'll be riding over to the next town mam. The rabbit seems to be ready..."
"Please let me come with you? I'll work for my lodging, I'll work to repay you, I won't be a burden to you!" Noriko seemed more flustered than ever. Van Helsing was planning to head over to Carl's tavern.
Well, he often went there to work at times, when he wanted to take a break from his hunting demon kinda thingy job... "Okay, Noriko, but we do things my way." But he had this gut instinct, like he might regret it later, what could she possibly be running from?