Chapter 11 Reminiscence of the night
A/n: Sorry for the delay...I'm currently very busy-preparing for the upcoming exams. This chappy is slightly longer than the previous, for I will update one week later or so-after the examinations. So you gonna wait. –smiles fondly- Anyway, thanks for reviewing! (I'll skip the replying part for i have no time...i'm busy!! Exams! Argh!)
About the description in the story, just use your imagination. I'm not good at it.
In a well furnished room of the underground castle of Dracula's, a young lady was seen sitting on a couch; the fire in the fireplace flickered warmly. She gave a low growl of anger as she waited for the count. What is he currently doing? She thought to herself as one of the servants entered the room to place some food.
Bowing low, the creature spoke in a low and humble tone, "I'm sorry miss, but my lord is currently unable to tend to you. He had given order that no one is to disturb him till he returns to his throne room. But I will try my best to inform him of your arrival."
The lady nodded and gave a bitter look, "So I guess, I should wait for this night and the next whole day?"
"Oh no Miss...You can take a walk or so...but I advise you not to, for there are hidden and sinister things in some part of this castle, you might get lost too. It will be best if you just stay where you are, I will always be at your service," the creature replied, bowed once more and disappeared out to the corridor, closing the door before leaving.
"Damn that dark prince...I really wondered what he is doing now?"
The golden ray of life began to spread over the horizon as the two wolves leaped from place to place, running in a zigzag manner that could not be seen by a human' eyes, but a patch of blur black and grey moving.
Gabriel could see that Rome was nearing, the great church and places that he was familiar with. Black leaped across a small river and the grey one followed, soon both of them were in Rome, but they continued to run.
Deeper and deeper they went, they past the villages, the town, the church and ended up in another forest. A great blur of green passed them, but Gabriel could see one great grand castle standing deep within the forest, covered by it.
They came to a clearing, and the wolves slowed down, trotting toward the castle that was clearly in view to them.
"We have reached," Black announced, crouching low.
Gabriel leaped off his back and looked at the leader as he rose onto its hind legs. Carl almost stumbled down from the grey one and quickly ran next to Gabriel's side.
"Thanks for your assistance, Black," the hunter said, smiling.
"Well, good luck to you, Gabriel. You have all morning to prepare for the ball; it will begin at midnight.....sharp."
Gabriel nodded and the wolves bounded off into the forest. With a deep sigh, he approached the castle and pushed the grand door. The door swung open silently despite its heaviness.
The interior was decorated richly and in royalty draped in velvet and laced with gold, wall tapestried with dark red velvet cloth and ebony black. Grand white statues were placed on every golden baroque pillars.
However, none of the crystal chandeliers was lightened, so Gabriel guessed that the creatures were all asleep and that the ball would begin at midnight...in a flick of light, and everything became alive. Yes, it was predictable; the count was indeed good in organizing a ball.
Walking softly across the hall, the well polished marble floor and they came to another door. They opened and went in; again, the area was decorated, ready in preparation. At the end, there was another door, but a grand white marble staircase with matching crimson velvet on the stairs was there as well, linking to the second floor.
They climbed up, and continued down the doorway, everything was dark and musky, despite the sun; it seemed as if the sun was afraid to shine its lights here.
There were doors, and as if on instinct, he stopped right before one. He opened it slowly, and entered, Carl following him from behind all along. There, Ana was seen sleeping soundly on the bed.
The hunter approached the bed and bended down, observing her petite sleeping form. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was regular, some strays of her blond hair were sprawled across her beautiful and angelic face.
He slowly pushed the hair away from her way. In doing so, Ana stirred and her eyes fluttered open, what she saw was a vague shape of black? Thinking that it was Dracula, she gave a scream and pushed the hand away, backing up to the bed, with the comforter wrapped around her protectively.
"Ana, do you really think that vampires could be active in daytime?" Gabriel chided her, as she blinked and rubbed her eyes.
"Oh, it's you," she murmured sheepishly. "And yes, to me Vampires could be active in daytime if they want to."
Gabriel sighed and looked around, "Not bad, he's treating you fine..."
Ana glared at him, "Why did you came here for? Just to tell me that?" She pushed the comforter and stood up, walking toward the door.
"Where are you going?"
"None of your businesses," she snapped. The hunter immediately went to block her way, "Stay in your bed till night falls, and go according to the plan. We are in Rome-do not ask why. Just stay in your bed."
She hissed and thrown him an evil glare-if looks could kill, he would be very dead, before returning to her bed. "Remember what I said, Ana. Tonight, we will come..."he whispered and placed a kiss upon her forehead before leaving the room, the door closed silently.
Ana could only watch as he placed a kiss, a flustered look on her face, but she hid it well. Sighing as he leave, she blinked and could only wonder what was the cause of all this and why was she in Rome. Oh, she was a valerious...a princess and the Count was after all....cunning, making things difficult for Gabriel, but he had found her.
Her eyes began to stare pass the window, to the crimson burning sky from the distance, across the horizon. The sky around the castle has begun to darken; turning from a dark grey to pure ebony...night would soon fall.
Gabriel and Carl quickly made their way to the closest shop in Rome, and brought a few grand clothes, fitting for a ball. Gabriel had himself a large striking cape, ebony laced with gold to go with his usual suit. He also brought an eye mask as well- white feathered with golden diamonds embedded around the black rim, the eyes' holes sharp and narrow.
As for Carl, he wanted something familiar to Gabriel's, but he insisted that Carl looks really good in a jester costume, so in the end, Carl had a jester suit-a gold and red one, somewhat familiar, but with a matching cape, which pleased Carl. They paid for it and went to a nearby inn and waited-for the right time to start action. So for the time being, they would take a quick nap.
He could sense the darkness falling...Prefect. Opening his eyes, he felt a foreign weight upon him, Aleera...She was still in her sleeping mood, her head rested against his neck, no, his face. He gave a smile as he recalled the night...Young and eager to please him as always.
When he drank from her, she offered no resistant. Not one. And when they joined, she would purr, his movement slow and sweet, and she would lick his mouth and sometimes, their mouth came together, linked as did their body and she would brush her tongue around his fangs, teasing him.
Once, he had his tongue against hers, and being playful, she bit it, causing him to yelp and later growled, pushing her back down and he never had his tongue near hers or any part of her fangs. He would try at all cause to prevent.
So he did nothing when she teased him, but all this teasing led him to break into frenzy and rode her hard. Her fingers would then claw at his side, moaning, drawing blood and he would hiss and bite her neck.
No exception for this one-she would bite his. They would then exchange blood several times while joined, bonding them even closer. When all was over, they spend the day sleeping. The sun? It never actually shone in Castle Dracula, a cursed and dark land, only darkness.
"Master...."
His thought is broken at the sound of his bride and he looked at her as she looked back-smiling fiendishly. Their faces barely any inches away. Her hand reached out to caress his well-toned flawless porcelain chest, her other hand went to play with his dark hair that is untied and a few strays lay sprawled across his face.
She knew that her master was a wild and reckless creature and she knew how to tame him. But he was quite hard to please actually, yes. A beast he was, and difficult to please, but she would try, and tried as she would, she had pleased him-greatly.
Dracula knew what she knew-to tame him. She would nibble and lick at his ear with the ring-one thing that none of his brides has done, and the dark prince would purr and rub his face against her, stopping whatever assaults he was doing. The sensation was clearly enjoyable for him, and she used this skill well, if he became too rough in the process of mating, she would tame him well.
Aleera, on the other hand, need little taming, she was after all, tamed by the dark prince when he turned her into his bride. However, she could be playful at sometime and wild as well, but not as wild as him.
The night they spend were long and fierce however- they stopped only when dawn approaches, which were in three hours time, yes, they spend the whole three hours, being vampires, they could go on for hours, with hissing and moaning, growling and groaning, but it was well spend-at least to Aleera. There would be children and he would bring them alive, with the help of the Frankenstein monster of course.
"Master..." she called again. The count's gaze fixed upon hers, "What it is, my dear?" Her violet eyes met his dark ones and he knew what she wanted-to lay the eggs. Getting up, he carried her in his arms, but with a black silk comforter wrapped around them, covering their bare bodies. With that, he willed them into a dark cavernous hall that was underground.
The hall had thousand of wires on the ceiling, fixed in a manner neatly. The dull glow of the moonlight seeped in through the tiny cracks of the wall. Carrying her to a wall, he placed her down and pressed her against the wall, the comforter slipped off them and onto the ground.
Aleera looked at her master, so dark and seductive he was in the night. He looked back and she licked his mouth, giving him her consent, there was still a process in laying the eggs. Holding her, they joined as one once more, but nothing more and exchanged blood. He pulled away after some time, and so does she.
Releasing her, she crawled up the wall from where she was and up to the ceiling, in lizard like fashion. Once on the ceiling, she crawled over the metal stuff and wires, a green gooey marble like egg could be seen after she pass, forming a straight row, she crawled the length of the hall.
One row estimated to have 10 thousand of them. All along, Dracula watched, his head held up to the ceiling, gaze fixed upon his bride. Her body petite and small, pearly skin almost glittering against the moonlight, making him lust after her, to sink his fangs into her neck and taste the blood.
A satisfied smile crossed his face as he watched; she filled a quarter of the hall with rows of her eggs and dropped down to the ground, landing silently before him when she was done.
He went to embrace her with the comforter he has picked up to cover himself while watching, and stroked her head, his gaze fixed upon the eggs. There were about 100 thousands of them as least, and as he watched, the eggs began to grow, starting from the first to the very last, turning into that hideous cocoons, covered with the green goo that dripped down to the ground, hanging suspended from the ceiling.
Aleera smiled and purred when she saw that, and Dracula smiled as well, soon the world would be covered with his children. With his gaze still on the eggs, he willed for the wires to be connected with the eggs and the wires, acting as if it had a life of its own, moved and pierced its metal tip into the cocoon, and connected with the rest.
With the wires moving on its own, the count once again willed them back into her chamber, where he stood motionless there. There were things to be done...which he had not done so...important things.
"Master, what troubles you?" she asked, caressing his face. "Nothing, my dear. I think it is time for you to make your way to the ball. We have only 5 hours till the opening," he replied, dark obsidian orbs meeting violaceous ones. They need little conversation; the bond has tied them closer, closer than the count had with Verona. Knowing what to do; she got dressed, transformed into the creature and flew out and off.
TBC
A/n: Ok, i won't be around till next friday 27/8. So meanwhile, review and and suggest the name for the imp minion of dracula! I have postponed the part to next chapter. Oh and Dracula have agreed to play with you while i'm away. Right Dracy? -Looks and saw him baring fangs- Eep! -runs away, leaving him with reviewer-
