Two Chapters in one day?! You better believe it.
NSFW warning if you need that. It is the wedding night, after all…
Hope you're all doing well, my lovely readers!
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The Leader had gone absolutely mental.
To be frank, Jonathan Harker hardly cared. For the night Mina escaped, Renfield had tied him up and nearly killed him. John himself was naught but extremely glad he had not been murdered by a madman. Renfield had raised his knife in some strange sacrificial right, attempting to strike it into Jonathan's heart. The moment before it happened, Renfield's sister barged in with a crucifix, yelling prayers in Latin that John knew somewhere in his memory.
Renfield hissed, but was not completely futile. In one fell swoop, he cut off John's right hand. He'd expected to bleed out from it, but awoke the next morning bandaged and in his bed, with The Leader hunched over him. She was angry. She was boiling. And now, she'd called a meeting for all of them. John had never seen all The Protectors in one room before.
He was still getting over the completely shock of having his hand chopped off. It was strange, for he felt it was still there. He had to stare at it to remind himself, and even then he didn't believe it. How could his hand just be gone? It seemed ridiculous to think it. Renfield had intended to kill you, count yourself lucky, was what The Leader said when Jonathan had cried out in pure shock at the sight of his bandage.
What's happened to Renfield? John had asked as The Leader sneered at him.
It seems he too has been compromised by our dear Count Dracula. We've put him in Carfax Asylum so he does not hurt anyone else. Now, get downstairs. We're having a meeting.
The Leader was absolutely infuriated by the turn of events, which John had expected. Her whole face was twisted and turned with such rage as Jonathan had never seen. The rage of Dracula had been cold and mocking, but the rage of The Leader was entirely different. Her gaze would boil water, if the fire of her words did not. John sat in a small chair, the chair he'd been in the previous night while speaking with Mina. Elizabeth sat next to him, in the chair with the ghost of Mina. Elizabeth looked at him with worried eyes. They were not the beautiful blue ones of Mina.
You let Mina escape. You will never see Mina again.
"The vampire in the village" had been a ruse. A way to get her away so Dracula could take Mina. The Leader was mad at herself for falling for it, but even more angry about Dracula. In her rage, The Leader had already torn apart the library, telling at every one of The Protectors that John had ceased listening after a while. They were all too afraid to speak, and he did not blame them for it. John tried not to think of the events of the previous night. Not think of how he'd allowed Mina to run off into the mist. Surely, there was no way for her to know that that was what had happened. It was impossible for her to know that.
"How dare you let him take her?" The Leader turned her eyes to John as though she'd heard his thoughts. Her brow furrowed so tightly that folds between them looked like mountain ridges. "Do you even know you what you've done!"
"No!" John finally bellowed. He was the only one who'd spoken for the last hour besides her. Everyone was staring at him now. Frankly, he was astonished himself. Maybe it was all the morphine, but John felt absolutely drunk.
John continued, "No, I do not realize what I've done because you've told us nothing!"
Elizabeth grasped his leg, "Jonathan-"
"Don't patronize me!" John stood, pushing her hand from his leg. The other Protectors, all gathered in the small library, were staring at him with eyes as large as saucers. He was mental, of course, to be talking so out of turn. Every manner he'd ever learned spoke highly against such a thing, but John couldn't stand it anymore! Months and months he'd been treated like some idiot. Like some untrustworthy, little fool.
He neared Mina's mother, "He came with the intention of taking her and there was nothing I could do to stop it, Renfield made sure of that." John held up his stump of a right hand. "Why does it even matter that she's with him now?" He inquired. "He's certainly left Whitby by now, and the others will soon follow suit. I know Mina is your daughter, but you've dedicated your life to this cause. Why the obsession with Mina now? We've rid ourselves of Dracula, why does it matter?"
The Leader did not answer. For a moment, John expected her to kick him out. Or kill him. John pondered death. Would it really be so awful? What was he alive for anyway? He hadn't school now. He felt lost with The Protectors. Mina had so shaken his faith in what he was fighting for that now the fight seemed foolish. And he hadn't a wife. Mina was never going to be that for him, he realized. Mina had an immortal vampire King, why on Earth would she even consider John at all?
So perhaps John did have a death wish. That would explain him acting like such an extreme idiot.
"I will speak to you in private, Mr. Harker. All others, leave us."
Without another instruction given, the gathered members dispersed into other rooms of the home. John would usually panic at the idea of being reprimanded. He'd always been the best in class at school. Never a mark. Never a write up. But he hardly cared now, and it was oddly liberating. Whatever this woman was going to do, he hardly cared at all. Yell at him, berate him, it wasn't new. All The Protectors seemed to do to him was yell and berate. Renfield had been carted off to the loony bin, perhaps John would be as well. At least there he would not have to deal with all this intrigue and secret keeping.
The Leader approached him, with that studied look he'd seen upon Mina's face many a time. She did look startlingly similar to her daughter and it tugged at John's heart to spite him. He wondered after Mina greatly. Were they safe? Where had they fled to? They would not have returned to Carfax. They were both smart people. And even if they had but a lick of sense, they should know to be out to sea for some faraway land now. Maybe Transylvania, it would only make sense. Yes, John was certain that must be where they were heading. And they'd be a fool to follow him there. If The Leader had taught him anything, challenging a vampire in a familiar landscape to them was near to suicide.
She spoke, "I understand your curiosity, John. I noticed you taking quite a fancy to my daughter."
Jonathan's eyes widened, feeling his face becoming red. He'd much rather she yell if she was going to behave like this.
"Please sit," She gestured back to his chair. Tentatively, he took her invitation.
The Leader gave a small smile, "Indeed, your mother and I very much wanted you and Mina intended for each other. Perhaps you would've been in a different world." Waking nearer once again, Mina's mother came and sat in the chair Elizabeth had just vacated. Just yesterday, he and Mina had been seated like this, talking about her time at Carfax. God, if he had not brought it up, perhaps she would not have returned to Dracula. Maybe she would not have... She should have still. You know that she would.
But John could not be comfortable with The Leader sitting with him. Try as she may to seem appealing, John felt the highest air of discomfort.
"But we live in this world, John. I tried to fix it, but I obviously failed."
"It's my fault," John said immediately. "I should've been more vigilant with Mina-"
"Don't take blame you do not deserve," The Leader said firmly. "The fault was mine from the moment I left my family. I should've stayed with them. I was foolish to think that leaving them was wise."
"Why did you?" John pressed, desperate for answers. "And why is Mina-"
"Mina is a peculiar type of human," Her mother explained, folding her hands upon her lap. "I noted it from the moment she was born. There are certain types of people, Jonathan, whose blood is more...intoxicating to supernatural creatures. I was unsure why such a thing happened. It's a sort of disease of blood and not extremely common, but common enough. I thought nothing of originally. Some sort of abnormality perhaps.
"But her pigheaded father did not believe, and seemed keen to endanger Mina with his studies. We decided we must not tell Mina about her blood. The ignorance would make her safer, we thought.
"As she grew, I began to notice peculiar things with studies of my own. Whilst Mina's father focused on growing his knowledge of these creatures, I focused on eradicating them. I'd seen their horrors first hand as a child, and knew what they were. Monsters, the lot of them. But all of them began behaving so very peculiarly once Mina was born. You perhaps heard Mina mention a prophecy. Well, that little rhyme is something I'd grown extremely accustomed to hearing. They'd all cry it out before I ended their lives. All of them, not just the vampires."
"What prophecy?" John asked. He'd heard it spoke of, but never heard the words.
"'The master will find his queen and then he will reign supreme'," The Leader recited. "Ghastly little rhyme. I thought it something a few of them had made up. Supernatural creatures (and humans, come to it) will make up all sort of nonsense to give themselves something to believe in. I thought nothing of it until all of them began saying it.
"And Mina grew to be...different, John. Different in a way I feared only I saw. Yes, I'd met peculiar humans before, but there is something much more different about Mina. Something I had never seen before. I grew to realize that she, my beautiful daugher, had a part to play in this dark prophecy. I had to keep her safe from it.
"I realized I had to leave. I had to go and find out what it meant. So I left Mina and her father, and traveled off to Transylvania."
John wanted to interject that there were other ways of leaving her family besides faking a death, but realized that offending her would not be wise now that she was finally telling him things.
"That was when I learned the horror of it all, Jonathan. The whole, disgusting truth of this entire thing. Why Dracula is different from the succubi that preceded him. Why he and Mina must be kept separate. For its not just Mina's blood that is peculiar John. It is her very soul."
"So...this prophecy," John began. "If Count Dracula and Mina are kept together, he shall inherit great power?"
The Leader scoffed, "That's the real terribleness of it all, Jonathan. The prophecy is not about Count Dracula."
OOO
They were married. Mina hardly believed it while it was happening. Before the service, Lady Westenra had insisted upon buying Mina a gown for the wedding. Mina had told her that that would not be necessary, but she'd done it anyway. Expecting some ridiculously, fluffy thing, Mina was surprised to be presented with a beautiful lace gown, not grotesque or extreme in the slightest.
"I picked it out," Lucy had whispered when Mina pulled it from the box. Lucy had insisted upon dolling Mina up completely, something she had always enjoyed doing for her friend. Mina was completely lost when it came to makeup, having spent her teenaged years with only her father as a guardian. With a very practiced expression, Lucy applied red lipstick to Mina and some sort of rogue upon her cheeks. "You don't need much makeup at all, Mina." Lucy said with a small smile.
A little chapel had taken them in, performing the ceremony rather quickly, but properly nonetheless. Mina felt a surge of melancholy as she walked herself down the aisle. Lady Westenra had offered to escort her, but Mina wished to walk on her own. Her father was there with her, she could feel his presence. She wanted more that more than she wanted a physical presence next to her.
Then it was done, and Mina and Alexander had a wonderful meal at some restaurant whose name she could not pronounce. She had far more champagne than she should have, but hardly cared for the bubbles in her brain. For the first time in weeks she was completely, blissfully happy. Mina was so incandescently happy that she might float away into the air. They were finally away from everything that was happening in England. She wished they could stay in Paris forever. They would be accepted in Paris. The Parisians seemed to accept everything. Mina had seen the most peculiar types of people walking the streets proudly in her short time here. Certainly they'd see nothing wrong with a vampire and a human being married. Mina did not wish to return to England where her mother would hate her. Where the Nosferatu would stalk her and The Protectors call her cruel names. Why could she not be happy without being ridiculed?
She would not think of that now. Now, they were together and they were married. It was their wedding night. Her head filled with frothy bubbles at the idea of it. Well, perhaps the champagne bubbles were what it was truly. She hardly cared: it was their wedding night. It made her cheeks flush if she thought about it too much. She certainly felt like flushing as they checked into the hotel. Mina still wore the white gown from the wedding, and she knew everyone was staring at her. Alexander had booked the room under the name, 'Countess Wilhelmina Dracula.' It made her flush even more to hear her name said aloud.
They were going to the room now and Mina felt butterflies all the way, but she would not give him any encouragement. No, Mina had a mind to be quite teasing to him and it seemed to be working. He was itching to talk, to hold her, all the way to their top floor room but she gave him no satisfaction. Even as they opened the door to their beautiful suite and Mina bustled through, she said not a word to him.
"Are you going to let me in?" He said at the door.
"I have to invite you in?" She inquired.
"Hotel and inns are peculiar. The room is under your name. You must invite me in."
Mina smirked, feeling very tempestuous indeed. So he was hers to let in...or perhaps hers to leave out. Mina filled with bubbles at the thought. The wing of the room had naught but their suite inside of it. So maybe…
"Perhaps I will not," she teased, turning from him and walking towards the large windows. The drapes opened to illuminated city, sparkling below her like a painting. It did not seem real this city of lights. But she would take in the view of it later. Mina shut the curtains.
She lay against them, "Maybe I won't let you in."
Alexander raised a brow and she saw worry for just a brief moment. It was then he realized her teasing, and Mina felt like giggling at the thought. It flashed over his face, the knowing, and he changed a bit. That conceited side smile of his appeared. That smug little grin that drove her wild. Her heart was pounding, she could feel it. Mina wondered if it was affecting him. She was certain it was. Whatever confidence the champagne had given her was working like wild, for Mina felt very strongly in her charade.
"Oh, you won't, my Mina?" He said in a way that made the butterflies in her stomach scatter wildly. My Mina, he'd said with a look of condescension. Oh, what a cruel, mocking man. His eyes, redder than ever, seemed to make holes into her mind, trying to break her. His thoughts tried to penetrate her but she would not let them. Oh, not now that she held some power over him.
He leaned, his hands on the door frame. "Let me in, Wilhelmina Dracula."
Mina bubbled to hear her new name. She did not mind it too much at all, for now the power was hers as she danced about the room pulling out her hair pins. It was all driving him absolutely mad with desire, she could feel it radiating off of him like heat. Her gold hair fell around her as the final pin was removed. She had never felt so much like a siren, and was absolutely giddy with it.
"Maybe later, my love," Mina teased languorously. Her hands behind her, she began to undo the laces of her bodice.
"I could help you with those, my darling," Alexander lilted from the doorway.
Mina smiled, "I'm quite capable of undressing myself. Besides," the bodice undone, the sleeves slid from her arms. "I don't want you tearing my beautiful dress."
"I will buy you a new one."
She just smiled innocently, slipping out of the gown and laying it upon the vanity chair. Mina looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair down, with light red makeup upon her lips. Makeup was not something she wore often and she looked so odd to herself with it on. Like a new person. More confident. It was certainly how she felt now as she looked in the mirror at Alexander. He leaned upon the doorway, that invisible wall keeping him away. The coat he had removed, his shirt dangling by a few buttons. Mina could not help but giggle playfully. Next came the corset as she undid the hooks in the front.
"Darling, are you going to save any for me?"
She tested him, "Perhaps I will not let you in at all and do it all by myself." His face changed at the brashness. Mina bit her lip to keep from laughing, for she was never so brass. It was strangely wonderful.
"Though I assure you I would be an extremely captive audience," Alexander purred, "I would much prefer to participate in my own wedding night."
The words had begun to drive her mad as well. He using something upon her, something that made her very skin feel on fire. Yes, he certainly was putting some power over her. Glamour, Mina recognized it as soon as he began to use it in full force. That arousal that made her want him quite badly, not that she already did. Her own wanting along with the glamour was a potent concoction indeed. God, she could not focus from it. Nearly falling, she sat on the edge of the bed, with a huff, finding herself panting for some reason. Mina tried shut it off, focusing on her little performance. This was supposed to be her in control, not him. Oh, but he was just so... Another wave of the glamour hit her and she tossed back her neck.
"That is not fair," Mina breathed, trying to regain a little composure.
Like he meant to kill her with it, the glamour struck her once again so strongly that Mina fell back into the bed. She could feel his smug little smile without even looking at it. Oh, he was so enjoying this. Her little teasing game was over it seemed, and she felt ridiculous for thinking she ever could have won. This glamour was powerful indeed, much more so than it had been that night at the inn. This deliberate, full forced one was enough to drive anyone made with desire. She'd thought it had been powerful when he's used it before, but she saw now that he had been going easy on it. This was absolutely maddening. Enough to make anyone do anything. It felt like his hands were all over her body at once. Like he was everywhere and yet he was nowhere. In her hair and on her chest and deep, deep inside her. Mina was clutching desperately at herself, her mind trying to grasp for some sort of reality but finding naught but ecstasy.
"Alexander?" she breathed aloud. "Y...y..."
He intensified it again to spite her. She thought she heard some self-important little laugh at her display. It was his fault. Damn him, she thought as her breaths became more desperate. Mina clutched at the sheets, her hair, her shift but nothing would satisfy. It was the edge of a climax but no sign of release. He kept her teetering on a mountain without allowing her to fall. And he was loving it. Mina could feel him absolutely adoring her agony. Demon man, she called him.
"Yes, darling?" Alexander replied so calmly it made her want to scream. "Now, are you going to invite me in, Mina?"
OOO
And the prophecy was not about Dracula, or so The Leader soon explained. Perhaps she meant John to find comfort in it, but he found anything but. For The Leader's explanation of it all was completely mental. The Leader was still talking about her theory, but John cut her off before it was all said.
"That's insane," John said immediately. The Leader opened her mouth to speak again, to say more of the terrible story she had just told, but John stood up. Why was he shaking? He should not be fearful, because this was obviously a bunch of poppycock. The Leader was mental, just as Mina had said. Truly, completely mad.
"That is not possible," John stressed with a gesture, before her realizing that he was missing his hand. He turned furiously red. "You cannot expect me to believe such nonsense!"
"John, I felt just the same when I first learned it," she stood, talking in a disturbingly calm voice. "You must believe me. That is why I was so paranoid to keep Mina away from him, but I see now that that will not be possible."
John gaped, "No! No, whatever you think you know cannot be true. That's completely mental! We're talking about-"
"Lucifer, John," The Leader spoke the name like it was completely serious. "If The Lord could do it, why not he?"
John nearly growled, "I am not going to believe that Mina will conceive an anti-Christ. That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard!"
"That gypsy woman invoked him when she created Count Dracula!" The Leader kept trying to justify her claims. "She was a servant of his, his mistress. Count Dracula was made with Satan's power, to bring his monster into the world!"
"Do you know how preposterous you sound?!" John bellowed. The others could hear him, he was sure. He didn't care. "Tell me this: if your ridiculous theory is true, then why hasn't it happened already? The Count has taken plenty of mistresses, why Mina? Why now?"
The Leader straightened, "I'm not sure, John. I don't know how celestial bodies orchestrate things, but I know my daughter, John. There is something celestial about her." She moved nearer, "A vampire, human-hybrid, John. A creature completely unknown, completely unstudied. It would bring havoc, and destruction to us all."
"This is..." John tried to bring his hand to his hair, once again realizing that he hadn't got one. He growled, "So what now? She's gone off with him. And if they weren't lovers already, they most certainly will be now."
The Leader got a terrible look in her eyes. "We must protect the world, Jonathan. We must protect the light."
"What are you saying?"
"We kill her if we must."
"Bloody Hell." John's mouth hung open, "You are raving mad." He shook his head, feeling his lungs seizing up in his chest. Yes, yes, Mina had been right. Her mother was power crazy. Insane. An unhealthy woman. He felt stupid for not realizing it sooner. What kind of woman fakes her death? What kind of person abandons their family in such a ludicrous manner? God, John had been so desperate for belonging that he had not realized what he'd joined. He had not realized anything.
Maybe Count Dracula was not a monster. Maybe the true monster was this woman in front of him.
"This conception will be a historic event indeed, Jonathan. One of us will be on the correct side of this history. Either those monsters or I shall be regarded as a hero. Which do you think it shall be?"
He hung his head, "Mina said you were mental. I didn't believe her."
"Mad, am I?" The Leader pressed the words from her cracked lips. "I must say, I expected more from you, Mr. Harker, but I see your own personal sympathies have clouded your good judgement!"
"You're insane."
"Harry!" The Leader called to one of the other Protectors. Harry, a large man with even larger arms, came into the room immediately, standing like a soldier at attention. The Leader smiled like a cat, all while John listened to the incessant pounding of his own heart. He was going to be sick. It seemed Satan was indeed at work, but not with Mina and Count Dracula. John was in the presence of Satan right now. John was in Hell.
"Harry, dear, it seems our beloved Mr. Harker has been compromised by Count Dracula as well."
John's eyes grew wide. Evil woman. Not just insane, evil. He could see the glint of it in her eyes. The shone like terrible gemstones in her falling face. She meant to lock John away. Put him in the asylum. I know too much now, of course. I wonder if she's told the others. Did they agree with her? Are they all mad? Are they all such demons to think wisely of murdering an innocent woman?
John glared at her, "You are evil. You think you fight for God, but you fight for the devil."
Her eyes grew in mock sadness, "He's been in here raving for nearly half an hour. I thought I could coax the devil from him, but it has set its talons in sharply."
"She wants to kill her own daughter!" John exclaimed, feeling a desperation over power him. An asylum. Jack's asylum. Maybe not a terrible existence. For the rest of my days? Never to walk in the sun again? John felt very warm. "She's mad!"
"Poor dear, the hysterics taking him again. Please restrain him, Harry." The Leader said and the large man complied. John pulled against his captor. "He must've caught the demon through Renfield. You know how close the two of them were. Sodomy is another illness they can treat at the asylum, John."
John inhaled, "I am not a sodomite. I am not insane. You are! You're insane!"
She clicked her tongue, "Take him to Carfax Sanatorium. After that, we shall continue our discussion as to how to end this mess before it begins."
Her eyes met John's. Eyes with evil inside of them. John turned over what she had said again. Mina and Count Dracula conceive a child. Mina and Count Dracula conceiving a monster. An anti-Christ. Ridiculous. Insane. Completely mental. End this mess before it begins. John hoped desperately that Mina and Count Dracula had flown far, far away. I have to warn them.
That's not possible.
I have to warn them.
They needed to be gone. They needed to be ready. John felt panic overtaking him once again.
"Goodbye, Mr. Harker." The Leader said with her evil tongue. "Tell Ronald we say hello."
OOO
"Come in," Mina begged, her itching too urgent to be denied. Her whole body was caving in it felt, sinking deep into the bed. The bed was so soft. Why was any bed this soft? Why was this room so ungodly beautiful? And why was he torturing her in it?
"Say my name."
"Alexander," Mina breathed desperately. "Come in. You are invited in. Please, come to me, my Alexander."
To say the words was like lifting a heavy weight. How could she speak through all the pleasure? How could she talk when this magic was filling her up? In an instant, he was upon her. By the time he began to kiss her, Mina was so mad with desire that his clothes were in far more danger of tearing than hers. Within a moment she was bare under his harms; shift and stockings removed. The poor undergarments did not stand a chance, lost to shreds upon the floor. She didn't care. They'd buy new ones.
"You're so beautiful, darling," he laughed enticingly, trailing his hands upon her. He was still putting that pleasure upon her, unrelenting in his wonderful torture. And the cocky bastard just kept looking down at her, a self-impressed smile upon his changing face. Her heart was pounding to burst, her whole body flushing. Yes, he must be perfectly excited, Mina thought bitterly, sad to have so hugely lost their little power struggle.
"Glamour is an amusing power at times…" Alexander said, kissing her neck. The kisses trailed horrifically slowly from the nape of her neck to her collar bone and around to her shoulder. Demon man, sadistic creature...
Mina screamed, and she was not sure why. It was deep, guttural sound. A yearning to drive her completely insane. Alexander did not relent.
"Oh do scream, darling. No one will hear you."
"You...you..," Mina said as he refused to let her call him a nasty name. He did not give any sort of relief from the power. Just idle touches that gave no more comfort than a handshake. Oh, she hated him. She despised him.
"You teased me, Mina," Alexander countered. "It's only fair."
He was right, of course, she had tormented him. But she still hated him for it. He laughed at her thoughts.
His hands would offer no help, only cruel teasing. They slid over her breasts and between her legs touching nowhere that mattered at all. She was completely his to control, and she loved it and hated it all at once. He was so powerful, so wonderfully and horrifically powerful that it almost frightened her. He became wonderful again as the power subsided and he began to kiss upon her skin. Her chest heaved up and down as he kissed her so lightly to drive her mad again. It seemed every time they were together it grew more and more erotic.
"So you dislike being teased, I see?" Mina breathed with a small smile.
"You've teased me since I first met you. I couldn't have you teasing me on our wedding night."
"Hmm," Mina replied, holding his dark hair in fistfuls in her hands. Her hands reached to touch him, wanting him to be pleasured too. Wanting...everything and all at once. She was certain to go mad in this room, but in the best possible way. They could never go back to Whitby for all she cared.
"Kiss me," she commanded and he happily obeyed. She wanted this little teasing game over, for she felt she might die if it continued. God, he drove her mad. Alexander had that smug little way of seducing her, like her efforts against him were charming at most. Which they were, if she took a moment to not be so headstrong. Oh, Mina would always give into Alexander. She felt she melted like putty in his hands. And, perhaps, it was nice to give up controls at times. It was oddly...freeing.
Mina wrapped her arms about him, wanting him closer to her. Wanting him to stop this incessant glamouring and just get on with it. But she could not lie and say that she did not enjoy their playing. Mina loved his annoying, smug smile and eyes that knew she was going to give in. It was fun to play. It was fun to be ridiculous, when everything had been so horribly morose for such a terribly long time.
Her hands ran through the kinks of his black hair. Mine, she thought smugly. He's all mine.
"I've always been yours, Mina," Alexander replied, kissing her sweetly. "Ever since you came to my house that first day, I was yours." Mina giggled, unable to contain the bubbles inside of her chest. It made him laugh to, leaning down and kissing her again. The bubbles still played on her lips as she drew him nearer. "So beautiful," he kissed her, "and exceedingly clever. Oh, you had me wrapped around your finger before you spoke a word." The fingers he talked of he kissed, sending sparks all around her body. She felt his fangs scrape against her fingertips.
"First," with a turn Mina had him upon the bed, her hand to the side of his neck. He'd let her take control, for she was nowhere near his match in strength. And he smiled with conceit, like she was some amusing little thing. Like he'd smiled at her that first day she'd gone to Carfax and how she had hated him. Mina pressed her hand on his collar bone. Leaning up, she slid him inside of her.
Mina moaned, rocking her hips back and forth over his pelvis. She moved her hands further down his chest, supporting herself on his body. God, it was like he was made from titanium. His chest was harder than a rock. A vampirism perk, she assumed. Her train of thought was lost when he sent glamour onto her once more. Mina gasped loudly while he smirked at her display.
"Oh, that's very unfair," she said.
"Come here, my Mina," he said in that delicious way. Like a compulsion, almost. Mina leaned over him as he sat up to see her. His large hand cupped her face and suddenly his lips were back upon hers. She felt his fangs against her lip.
"Drink, Alexander," Mina breathed, her hand upon his nape. Did he not know how badly she needed him? How badly she needed his fangs to bore into her flesh? His hands upon her ribs, pulling her so close to him.
Alexander leaned back then pressed his fangs into her neck. The blood poured out fast and strong, sliding down the side of her neck and body. Spill the blood, she minded not. They'd drown the room in blood for all she cared. Being with him was all she cares for now. But Alexander fed for but a moment before flipping her over, her back against the mattress. As she reached a climax, he held up her wrist and bit into it. Unable to wait any longer, Mina screamed out her release while Alexander fed from the blood of her wrists. Just a moment passed before he stopped and bit the other one. It seemed he wanted to cover every inch of her skin in his mark. He kissed upon her chest, biting into her collar bone and breast. Her femoral artery as well.
"You need blood," Alexander pulled away, sitting over her. Like he had that night before the protectors. Again, he slid his finger across his chest and let the Crimson blood cascade from it. "Drink from me, my darling."
He brought his hand to her hair but she did not need his push. Mina pressed her lips upon the mark and drank without regard for shame. She pulled back, the red blood still ringed around her lips. With his hands, he cupped her small face and kissed her fully, making her feel so incredibly warm. My husband, Mina thought once again. She'd never thought she be married, let alone married to someone she loved. Someone she loved likes she'd never loved anything before.
The night continued on, one pleasure after he other until Mina simply had to rest. She would not allow him to leave the bed, nor did it seem he wanted to. She rested her hand upon his chest, feeling her heavy eye lids shutting.
"I love you," she breathed in such an exhausted tone that it made him laugh. Mina could not help but laugh too, pulling her fingers up to her lips. God, she felt like she could cry she was so happy. A wonderful day, a wonderful night. With nothing sad to think about. No plots or intrigue or secrets and prophecies. No foreboding thoughts or mysterious whispers. Just happiness and love and pleasure. Oh, it was a wonderful thing indeed.
Alexander clasped the hand that she'd laid upon his chest, running his finger upon the mark set into her wrist. Her memory flashed with the feelings of not so long ago. She felt herself flushing.
"I did not harm you, did I?" He asked in such a sincere tone that she felt like laughing again.
"No," Mina said, turning near him. "Not at all." Pressing herself up, Mina placed a kiss upon his lips.
"I love you," he told her, brushing back her hair. Mina beamed brighter than the sun. Yes, everything was absolutely wonderful and she was sure of it. Utterly content with her life at that moment, Mina slept better than she had in months. It was truly a wonderful day.
