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Or Can You?
Dracula stood in stunned silence when he realised Lara was not going to come back to the library. She was gone, she was really angry with him. But she had said she didn't want to sleep with him. Even though Lara was young she was so complicated and stubborn. If only she hadn't insisted on waiting until tomorrow. It was a big shame because he had been enjoying himself, the touch of her soft warm skin still on his lips, under his fingertips, her sweet musky smell still in his nostrils, the taste of her mouth still on his tongue. And what made it worse was the fact that he knew Lara had been enjoying herself too, probably the first time she really had been enjoying herself, he had felt something stir in her.
He cursed himself again for not giving her what she wanted. What they both wanted. But he couldn't help it. He loved her too much and he knew that the thing stirring inside her was a complete change of character for her. It wasn't really Lara speaking. She didn't really want to sleep with him. She would thank him in the morning. He knew she would. He was shocked at his own change of character too. He wanted nothing more than to sleep with her, but he had said no. Why? Sighing slightly he casually wandered over to the table where he had left his glass earlier that evening. Picking it up he noticed that all the blood had congealed in the bottom of the glass staining it an unpleasant rust colour. Dracula threw it casually over his shoulder, where it shattered upon the floor spewing its contents on the ground.
He slowly waltzed over to a globe of the world, humming softly to himself, wishing Lara was dancing with him. He knew why he ad said no. He wanted Lara to be ready, to accept him, and not be forced. Again. He spun the globe slowly ten opened its top to reveal several bottles of blood and a few crystal wine glasses. He picked up a bottle at random and stared into its contents. "Shall I compare thee to a summers day?" he mused and then laughed shaking his head. He replaced the bottle then pulled out another one and a fresh glass along with it. He filled it with the dark blood and then walked over to the couch and sat on it heavily, glass and bottle still in hand.
"To Lara," he mumbled raising his glass in the air almost wearily, before draining it in one go, smacking his lips in appreciation, but barley tasting it, the taste of Lara was still strong. As he poured himself another glass, he let the fire roar up, blazing and majestic. As he drowned another glass and another glass he began to watch he fire. It was almost as if he could see Lara dancing in the flames. It was if she was made of the fire, dancing in the red and gold flames passionately. Her eyes of fire locked on his black ones, draining his soul, and he knelt on the floor in front of the fire, abandoning his glass. Lara danced and danced and Dracula was captivated his mouth hanging open. He told himself it wasn't Lara he didn't care how she had come to be made of flames he just knew she was there, dancing for him sensually. She danced just beyond his reach, teasing him, tormenting him.
Slowly he edged closer and closer to the fire, his thoughts mad with desire, mirrored in his eyes, all reasonable thinking out of his head, when all of a sudden the fire Lara held her arms out to him. Abandoning sanity Dracula half climbed, half jumped into the blazing fire, eager for Lara's embrace, for her fiery touch again, but Lara was gone, and he was left sitting in the middle of the roaring flames alone, and with a graze on his hand.
The flames were hot, scorching and they licked at his body, eating away at his flesh. Slowly he clambered out of the fire, staggering slightly, shaking his jacket to extinguish the flames on them. He swept his hair off his face, as the flesh grew back, and then turned suddenly to see Verona, standing by the door, watching him.
"Seeing things again Vladislaus?" she asked raising one perfect eyebrow. A shadow of a smile crossed Dracula's handsome face. Verona was the only person who had ever called him by his first name. "Wouldn't be the first time, won't be the last." he shrugged, picking up his glass and sitting down on the chair again. "What did you see?" Verona asked curiously. Dracula just grunted in reply and took a long draught from his glass.
Verona laughed throatily, before gliding sensually over to the open globe. "What are you doing here?" asked Dracula, turning around on the sofa to watch her. She looked up from the globe, a bottle of blood in her hand. "I was bored, I was hungry," she smiled, exposing her sharp teeth, "And I remembered where you hid the good stuff." She pushed the top of the globe firmly back in place, one pale long hand remaining there.
"And why were you bored Verona?" he asked tearing his gaze from her hands which were stroking the top of the globe softly. "You never come to play with me anymore Vladislaus," she whispered pouting slightly. The grin faded off Dracula's face. "Oh, don't go on," he said angrily turning away, his fist tight around his glass. Verona frowned and then smoothed her face over. "I'm so sorry … master," she said mockingly. There was an awkward silence, it descended upon the room like a mist.
"You know," Verona spoke suddenly. "In 300 years you haven't changed your hiding places, Vladislaus. I know you to well. You never change do you?" He nodded his head in memory, the smile now apparent on his face, his momentary anger forgotten. "You haven't either," he said slipping into the old Transylvanian dialect. He stood up walking over to one of the bookcases that lined the walls, and slipped a few books of a shelf and then pulled out a crystal bottle.
Verona laughed in appreciation. "So it was you drinking it all the time? And letting me blame Marishka? Tut Tut Vladislaus. And here I was thinking you knew nothing about me anymore."
Dracula grinned mischievously. "I got a laugh out of it, seeing you two fight was quite breathtaking. And besides she would have taken it too if she had got there first." He sat back down on the sofa and beckoned for Verona to join him. She sat down, the thrill on her face obvious. "It must be my lucky day." she whispered in his ear, "First the old tongue and now this." Dracula just nodded, "Lucky you, my love," he cooed in Transylvanian. He reached for the glass in her hand and filled it with the blood from the bookshelf, and the refilled his own.
He raised his glass and Verona's joined him. "To the hope that we change," said Verona softly in her Italian lilted accent. Dracula contemplated this for a moment, and then took a heavy draught from his glass, and Verona followed suit, her eyes locked upon his face. She took hold of one of Dracula's hands and began kissing it, softly, teasing him with her tongue. Dracula made no move to stop her, to her delight so she continued. She giggled, an annoying habit she seemed to have picked up form Aleera, and then materialised behind Dracula, wrapping her bare arms around his toned chest, her face nest to his.
"What's wrong Vladislaus?" she asked, tracing one long finger over the embroidery on his coat. "huh?" asked Dracula looking up from Verona's hands, which were slowly unbuttoning his coat and shirt. "Why do you think there is something wrong?" He finished off the rest of his drink off and then refilled it as Verona nuzzled into his neck, her hands slipping down his shirt, her cold hands on his cold flesh.
"Vladislaus I am your oldest bride, I know you better than you think I do." she whispered as she pulled on his earring with her mouth. Dracula swirled his glass. "There's nothing wrong," he said eventually, slipping into Italian. "Ahh you remembered," smirked Verona. She counted in her head, "1...2...3."
On 3 he grabbed her hands and flipped her onto the sofa underneath him, his body crushing hers, and he ran one hand down her cold side. "How long exactly have you been my bride Verona?" he asked, their face mere inches apart. "311 years and 4 months, not counting the past 2 months, my love," she whispered seductively in Italian. "Why don't you count the past two months?" he asked. Suddenly by a mad urge he leant down and kissed Verona, who kissed him back, desperately, with a mad hunger. He sat up and pushed her away but almost immediately he threw himself back at her these kisses harsh, demanding and almost emotionless.
"Because of Lara, Vladislaus." Verona told him eventually, in a break between kissing. Dracula pushed her away for good this time. He stood up walking over to the mantelpiece, resting his arms at the top and gazing down into the fire. "How long was it until … well you wanted to sleep with me?" he asked Verona quietly, broodingly. Verona joined him at the fireplace. She knew what this was about, and she knew how she could turn it to her advantage.
"About 24 hours … my lord," she said slipping her spider like hands around his waist, and leaning her head against his smooth back. "24 hours?" he asked weakly, "That soon? Why didn't you tell me?" His hands gripped hers tightly on his stomach. "It wouldn't have been proper," she told him excitedly. "And besides you never asked." she finished, a wicked grin on her face.
Dracula turned to face her, looking at her suspiciously. She quickly smoothed her grin into a flirty smile, the secret one that she reserved for her master and her master alone. Dracula looked away, his face trying hard not to respond to the smile. He sank heavily onto the chair once more, and Verona followed him faithfully, kneeling before him and placing her hands upon his knees. "And if I had asked you," said Dracula, looking down on Verona, running one hand through her hair before letting it come to rest on her face, "Would you have slept with me?"
"Of course, my lord," said Verona, bowing her head slightly in respect to Dracula. "After all I loved you … and I still do. More so every day." Dracula's heart sank. Figuratively. Verona would have slept with him after a day if he had asked her, because she loved him. But he had known Lara for several months, she said she loved him, and he had asked her to sleep with him, a lot. But still she said no. But why. What was he doing wrong. Would Lara ever want to sleep with him? He turned back to Verona, who was moving her hands across his knees, he had a sad smile on his face He sighed and gently stroked her cheek.
"I missed you," he told her quietly. Verona smiled quietly. "May I suggest something Vladislaus?" she requested relishing in his touch. Dracula shook his head, pulling her to her feet. "Later." he said impatiently, then he pulled Verona down to him and kissed her. Verona kissed him back forcefully, straddling him. There was a mad desperation in their eyes as Dracula ran his hands through Verona's silky hair and she scratched his shoulders with her sharp nails. However as suddenly as it started, Dracula pushed Verona away firmly crossing his arms over his chest, looking away from Verona where she had fallen to the floor.
"You were saying?" asked Dracula coolly as if nothing had ever happened. "My lord I -" started Verona, slightly scared, but Dracula interrupted. "You wanted to suggest something?" he asked raising one eyebrow. Verona calmed herself, as she kneeled before Dracula again, and once more he placed his hand upon her cheek.
"If Lara doesn't want to sleep with you, then you still have 3 brides who do." she said in a rush. Dracula stopped and withdrew his hand from her face. "My lord, you went through this with me, Marishka and Aleera. Lara will not satisfy you and then you will move onto someone else. Although I do have to admit something. It is different this time because Lara doesn't return your love, your affection. She doesn't seek to please you, to prove her love as we do." She flinched at her own boldness, waiting for Dracula to strike her. Instead he stood and walked away from Verona to the window. "Go," he said harshly, reverting back into Transylvanian. "Go."
Verona stood and sighed, looking over at her master, who was leaning against the window with both hands, his head hanging down. "Remember Vladislaus," she said. "We'll be waiting." And with that Verona was gone. Dracula scowled and gazed out of the window into the dark night sky. The moon glowed and the stars twinkled. "At least you have the stars for company," he told the moon angrily.
Verona was right, she knew him better than he thought she did. He drifted casually over to the sofa, picking up his glass on the way. He filled it to the brim, with Verona's little secret stash and the gazed into the fire, while drinking. He could no longer see the fire Lara. Taking another sip from his glass, he groaned softly, letting his head hang back.
He looked up startled, when he heard a noise in the room. He turned around to see Lara watching him, with a look of passion upon her face, desire in her eyes. However as soon as he looked in her direction, the look was replaced with one of annoyance. He tried to talk to her, but she ignored him, as she swept into the room, picked her book up and then left the room without even looking at him.
He set his glass down, and then chased after her. "Lara!" he called, "Please don't be mad! I just don't want to rush you into anything you'll regret afterwards!" Suddenly Lara disappeared and Dracula stopped in confusion, looking around wildly before realising she had disappeared into their bedroom. He tried the door, but it was locked. "Let me in!" he called through the door, rattling the door knob. "Go away!" came her response.
Dracula let go of the door. He would have to try the window. He leant against the door for a moment, imagining Lara on the other side. He had seen how hard it had been for Lara not to talk to him, he could tell she was upset. Dracula suddenly materialised into the trees outside of their bedroom window. Lara was standing at the window looking out of the window, despondently. Dracula watched her, once again amazing over her beauty.
Slowly Lara turned and Dracula almost called out for her to stay but then he stopped himself when he realised what she was doing. She had undone her dress, slowly, tantalizingly. She turned to look out of the window and Dracula knew that she was taunting him, in a way that only she knew how.
He gripped the tree trunk tightly, keeping himself stable on the tree branch. As she teasingly began to slip out of her dress, Dracula could do nothing but sit and watch captivated as she revealed the smoothness and curves of her body. When she suddenly shut the curtains on him, he was roused from his trance like state and he let out a cry of anguish, before flying down to the window. There was a small gap in the curtains and he put his eye to it. Through the curtains he could just see Lara slumped at the end of the bed, her legs glowing softly in the dim candlelight.
He watched her lovingly, wanting her now more than he had ever wanted her before. Dracula watched nervously as she stood and let the bath robe drop before climbing into their bed, her back to the window. He felt guilty, spying on Lara like this. But he couldn't help it when all he wanted to do was pick up from where they had left off in the library. Dracula rested his forehead against the glass, wanting to push through it and join Lara in bed. He just wanted to kiss her, take her in his arms, give her what she wanted. What they both wanted.
But she wouldn't let him. And he hadn't let her. So much for him being a God, she was seduction in human form. She had no idea how crazy she drove him, what she did to him. He watched guiltily as her breathing slowed, her soft back shifting slightly on the bed. Dracula tore his gaze away afraid to look, but he had to, his eyes sprung back to the curtain. Lara turned over in her sleep, displaying part of her naked body to Dracula, who gazed at her perfect form in awe. Her body was more beautiful now, in the soft glowing candle light, then he had ever seen it.
Dracula's eyes turned black with desire. Lara's body was even more perfect than that of all of his brides combined. Just as he thought his lust would consume him, and he would die of passion, a thought came to his head. His brides. They would sleep with him. He momentarily thought of his guilt from when he had kissed Verona before. He forgot about it as soon as he caught another glimpse of Lara's naked form. Without a moments hesitation he materialised outside the room where his brides were.
As Dracula slammed the doors open, his brides recoiled in fear. Marishka was closest to him. He dived at her, grabbing her and kissing her. She stood frozen for a moment but then excitement took over shock and she began to kiss him back her desperation obvious. As Verona and Aleera watched on jealously, he beckoned to them and they pounced on him, like vultures on their prey. He clutched at them tightly, as they plastered themselves against him, and then they materialised together in a spare bedroom.
Hurriedly, quivering with anticipation, they removed Dracula's coat and shirt, eager, knowing what was coming. Dracula thought of nothing, the naked form of Lara firmly stuck in his mind.
Lara relaxed contentedly in Dracula's arms, her head upon his chest, their breathing in harmony. She stifled a yawn. Lara nuzzled against Dracula's naked chest and then stopped dead. Her eyes flashed open wide. She looked up at Dracula, he was smiling gently. "Good afternoon Lara." he said pleasurably, holding her closer to him. Lara just gaped at him speechless. "What? No kiss?" he asked grinning. There was a long silence. "Dracula I-I-I" she spluttered. "Yes?" he asked her.
"Dracula, I'm naked" she whispered, sick with fear. Dracula grinned wickedly. "I know," he told her, letting one hand come to rest on her side. "And to be perfectly honest, so am I." Lara suddenly became painfully aware of the close contact between their bodies. "We didn't did we?" she asked quietly mortified.
Dracula shook his head and then propped himself up on one elbow, the sheet slipping to reveal his toned chest. "but we could. After all it is tomorrow. We are in a bedroom. I'm naked, you're naked. We're practically there already. Dracula hoped that she would agree with him, that she hadn't changed her mind. But it was obvious that she completely disagreed with him.
"Look I-" she began, but she was suddenly cut off by Dracula. "It's ok Lara. Now do you realise why I said no last night?" he said, kissing the top of her head lightly. Lara nodded. "Thank you," she whispered relieved. "My pleasure," replied Dracula softly, slightly disappointed. For a moment Dracula and Lara just lay there, Lara locked in Dracula's embrace.
But suddenly Lara remembered their nakedness and tried to pull away, but Dracula held tight. "What's wrong Lara?" he asked, struggling to conceal the grin on his face. "I've told you, we're naked." she said blushing. Dracula laughed openly, his chest vibrating next to her. "And your point is? I've seen it all before, Lara. You weren't bothered about it last night at the window. And besides we're not going to have sex, so what are you worried about?"
"It's just-" Dracula lay a finger over her lips. He pulled her closer, so their chests were crushed so tightly together that he could feel every movement in hers and she could sense the lack of movement in his. Lara stiffened slightly and then realised what Dracula had said was true, so she relaxed against him. He smiled and brushed his lips gently over hers, as she slowly stroked his stomach with one finger, and his hand played along her side.
Then it was Lara's turn to kiss and she wasted no time, kissing him passionately. Dracula responded slowly, teasing her, making her want him more, running his fangs gently over her bottom lip. The kiss became heated, passionate, their arms and legs entwined. Dracula forgot about teasing her and only thought of the passion between them both.
Suddenly by some unspoken command they both stopped, because of their growing lust. They laid in each others arms panting slightly. Lara rested her hot forehead against his stone cold chest and kissed it gently. Dracula ran one hand down her leg in response. They lay for a few moments, before Lara sat up and ruffled her fluffy hair, before looking around for her clothes.
Dracula grabbed her hand and sat up. "And where do you think you're going?" he asked cockily. "I'm not finished with you yet!" Lara shook her hand free. "I'm not spending all day in bed with you." she told him as he watched her in adoration. "Especially not naked," she added. The grin disappeared off Dracula's face, and was replaced by a childish pout and puppy dog eyes. "Please!" he whined childishly.
Lara leant forward her face an inch away from Dracula's. "No." she grinned. Dracula leant forwards trying to catch her off guard and kiss her, but she leant away and placed a finger on his lips. "My answer is no." Dracula groaned, slamming his head back onto the pillow and then turned his back to Lara. He quickly peeked at her over his shoulder, to see if his plan was working.
Lara smiled, then sat up, wrapped one of the sheets around herself then got out of the bed. She walked to the window and picked up her dress, dusting it off. She began to put it on, underneath the sheet.
"Why are you getting changed under the sheet?" came Dracula's voice from the bed. "I've seen you naked before, take the sheet off." Lara looked over her shoulder at Dracula, who was lying on his side, his muscled chest exposed, a grin of lust on his face, desire in his eyes. "You're just a dirty old pervert aren't you?" she asked cheekily. "Maybe." Dracula grinned. "but you should do what your Dominus tells you to."
Lara just rolled her eyes and finished putting her dress on. She dropped the sheet and posed for him. "What do you think?" she asked jokingly. "Absolutely stunning," he replied, eyeing her up. "Although to be perfectly honest I prefer you naked, I've told you that before. Now please come back to bed for five more minutes!"
Lara sighed. "Five more minutes, and that's all!" She slipped back into bed, where Dracula immediately pulled her close to him, before rolling so he was on top of her. "I really think you should be naked." he whispered in her ear, lowering hid face to meet hers. "I am not taking my clothes off Dracula." she told him, sweeping a loose strand of hair off of his forehead. "I could take them off," he said nuzzling into her neck, his voice oozing with lust. "I would rather you wouldn't" she replied, trying not to be swayed by him.
"Too late," he whispered, a mischievous look on his face. Lara looked down and sure enough her clothes had disappeared. "You are sooooo nasty!" she moaned as Dracula grinned. "What do I have to do to get you to give me my clothes back?" she asked. Dracula's lip curled. "Well… he began. "Nothing dodgy though!" interrupted Lara. "Fine," pouted Dracula, "How about you stay in bed for another hour?"
"10 minutes!" argued Lara.
"50!" retorted Dracula.
"10!"
"40!"
"10!"
"30!"
"10, and that's my final offer!" Lara told him. Dracula contemplated this for a moment, before kissing her. "Deal." he said. "Ok then, can you get off of me?" she asked as he ran his lips over her neck. "Why? Do you want to be on top?" he asked cheekily. "Haha," said Lara sarcastically, wriggling underneath him. "Fine, be that way," he said smirking, "You can stay where you are."
Lara suddenly took him by surprise, by rolling on top of him, pinning him to the mattress, their chests crushed together. She flashed Dracula a triumphant grin at Dracula who just grinned back at her with that smile that made her nervous. "My, my, my," he said slowly. "So you do want to be on top?" Lara hit him on the shoulder playfully and then kissed him. "Hmmm, this is something I could definitely get used to," he told her as he kissed her back.
"You really do have a one track mind, don't you?" she asked, rolling off of him. As she tried to climb out of the bed, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back with a bump. "I'm a man aren't I?" he asked toying with the small silver cross around her neck. "That's debatable." she told him, kissing his hand and then holding it to her face. "You may be a man, but you are also a God, a monster, and most importantly a pervert."
She felt his hands enclose around her stomach. "You know I'm sorry for those times, don't you?" he asked her worriedly. "The perverted times or the monstrous times?" she asked jokingly, and the familiar smirk came back onto Dracula's handsome face. "I think you should tell me more about me being a God now," he said cockily.
"You are the master of your art, you can make me do anything you want, and most importantly you are so incredibly sexy." she told him, as Dracula ran his hands down her stomach onto her crossed legs. "Well that's good to know," he laughed, "but you know I can say exactly the same about you?"
Dracula started to kiss Lara again, starting at the back of her neck and then pulling her back against him so he could kiss her properly. "Well then," said Lara, kissing him back, "Give me my clothes."
"Make out with me!" retorted Dracula.
"Give me my clothes and I'll make out with you."
"Make out with me and I'll give you your clothes."
"This isn't going to work, is it?" asked Lara, pulling away from Dracula. "Rock, paper, scissors?" suggested Dracula. "Deal," agreed Lara. They both placed their closed fists next to each other. "Ready?" asked Dracula and Lara nodded. "1,2,3!" said Dracula. They both looked down at their hands. Dracula's hand was in scissors, but Lara's hand was a rock.
"Ha, I win!" cried Lara triumphantly. "Clothes please." Dracula frowned and then produced her dress form thin air. "Did I mention I think that you are incredibly sexy?" he asked mischievously as she got dressed beneath the sheets. He waved his hand once, so he was fully dressed as well. "No." she replied, jumping out of the bed to the window, using it's reflection to brush her hair. "Why what are you after?"
Dracula put his hands on her bare shoulders and she jumped. She hadn't realised he was behind her because he had no reflection. "You said if I gave you your dress, you would make out with me," he answered, kissing her neck. Lara brushed him away. "But I want a bath, I want breakfast or dinner or whatever I'm supposed to call it. And then, I want to do something besides let you drool all over my body." she told him walking over to the open door.
Dracula materialized in front of it, and slammed the door shut behind him, blocking her exit. "But you said," he replied playfully, his eyes turning dark. "Fine, get me a piece of paper, and a pen." Dracula produced both with a flourish, but with a confused look on his face. Lara took both and went to Dracula's coffin and began to write.
"Wait a minute, you need to add some bits," Dracula told Lara, leaning over her shoulder. "Like what?" she asked. "Amazing," said Dracula, pointing to the paper. Lara wrote it down. "Mind-blowing." Lara continued to write Dracula's words down. "Steamy, romantic, passionate, heartfelt, erotic, naked-" Lara stopped writing and interrupted him. "Erotic? Naked? Don't you think we've been naked enough today?"
Dracula raised one eyebrow. "Do you really want me to answer that?" he asked. "Well I'm crossing that last bit out." she said. "Keep erotic," said Dracula, "Because it will be whether or not it's written down." Lara crossed out the last word and then handed the paper to Dracula. "I owe you one amazing, mind-blowing, steamy, romantic, passionate, heartfelt, erotic make out session." she said, quoting what she had written.
Dracula folded the paper and placed it inside his coat pocket. "May I accompany you into the bathroom … and into the bath?" suggested Dracula, extending his arm to Lara. "You can come with me to the bathroom." she said firmly, taking his arm. "Why do I have to tell you that every time?" "Awwww," he whined in a perfect imitation of a child's voice. "What are you going to do today then?" he asked.
Lara shrugged. "I don't know. Do you have a piano?" Dracula nodded. "Well I'll go and play that then." Lara said. They walked past an open window; in the distance the sun was beginning to set. Dracula stopped dead, looking out at the sun. "What is it?" asked Lara, joining him at the window. "I've just remembered, I have… um… some business I need to take care of."
"What business?" asked Lara with curiosity. "Nothing important," replied Dracula impatiently, waving her away with both hands. "Well if it's not important why can't you tell me?" she asked persistently. "Because it is none of your business!" roared Dracula angrily, his eyes flashing. He towered over Lara, who cowered in fear.
Dracula suddenly caught sight of the fear in Lara's eyes. "I'm sorry," he said suddenly reverting back to his normal state. Lara shook slightly as he kissed her forehead in apology. "Oh and um, remember to, uh, stay away from my brides, and Matana as well," he called after Lara as she walked down the corridor. Lara glanced over her shoulder to look at Dracula, but he was gone, leaving behind one lingering ray of sunlight.