A spin on the last episode: The Dark Compass. What if Zoe's (Agatha) blood wasn't actually poisoned with disease, but was a sign of something brighter and significant? Material is property of Netflix and Bram Stoker's Dracula.
There they were, alone. A woman of science, and a 500 year old "Monster". She spent years chasing, now the chase was over. She tried to convince her brain that she hadn't just seen a charred, young woman suddenly dissipate into a cloud of ash and embers. She was a believer of fact, not fiction, but the more time she spent with Count Dracula, tested this to its limits.
He sits across from her at the seemingly endless, ebony table. Its surface so perfect and clear, it was as if you were staring into a mirror. She noticed him swirling, what appeared to be Merlot, in a wine glass. Lightly brushing it under his nose to get acquainted with the different notes, before finally drinking it. Zoe cocks a brow somewhat inquisitively.
"I thought you didn't drink?"
The charming coffin dweller chuckled heartily. The corner of his mouth forming a smirk.
"I feel like we've had this same discussion, one hundred and twenty-three years ago. Wine, Zoe, I don't drink wine"
Now, it was her turn to chuckle. Although, this time, she averted her gaze to the glass-like surface. The 5x centenarian, once again, took a sip of his Not Wine. Staring at Van Helsing, as if longingly.
"Why did you get sick after drinking my blood?"
She finally inquired. Ah, the million dollar question. Which, by all accounts, shouldn't of been too difficult to answer. But this was, it signaled one thing, and one thing only. Five centuries roaming this wretched planet and yet, never experienced anything like it. He exhales somewhat shakily, rubbing the back of his neck with his claw-like nails. A few moments pass before he has the bravura to look into her beautiful greenish blue eyes.
"You may not believe it.." He trails off.
"Try me"
She smirks, slipping her phone into her jacket pocket. The vampire finishes the last of his drink before begrudgingly proceeding.
"Its a centuries old fact among immortals. My father experienced this attempting to feed off my mother..."
"True love.."
She supplied in a whispered-like tone. Part of him was relieved she was the one to utter the dreaded word so he didn't have to. The other part, however, was conflicted. He almost wished she hadn't deduced it so quickly. He clears his throat somewhat roughly. Nodding his head, as if somberly. She gets up from her chair, making her way slowly over towards the vampire. Delicately cupping his face in her hands. He made a promise to carry her with him to the New World, and he kept that promise.
"Right the first time, Doctor"
He flashes a small smile. It was hard to believe the undead blood drainer possessed feelings and emotions. Despite his ruthless slayings, behind those captivating deep brown eyes, lied a creature with still some traces of altruism. A rush of muddled emotions fighting their way to the surface. He was a bit unsure of how to act on them. Zoe moves in closer, he could feel her warm breath touch his lips. Just as they were about to make complete contact, his lawyer, Frank Renfield, enters the room.
"Oh..sorry if I'm disturbing anything"
He states sheepishly, unnecessarily shielding his eyes like a bloody 5 year old. Dracula growled in agitation. He turns his attention towards the farsighted man and gives a deep sigh.
"Well, you are. Now, please find something constructive to do for the time being"
Frank chuckles awkwardly and slowly backs out from which he came. The vampire, once again, redirects his attention to Zoe. Giving a sort of airy, soft laugh.
"Lawyers.. those are the real blood suckers. Now, where were we?"
Zoe chuckles softly, drawing in closer to him. Until her lips nearly touched his.
"I believe its what's known as kissing, Count Dracula"
A crooked smile reappears on his face and once again, he gives a light chuckle.
"My dear, I've been alive for five hundred years. Suffice to say I'm well aware of what that entails"
Before long, she found herself gently hoisted onto the table. Her clothing abandoned to the floor. Being as gentle as he possibly could be with her. Making sure she was completely content and all her needs were met. Even going so far as to momentarily relinquish his own clothing to provide some comfort, and spare her the cold, harsh contrast of the black marble.
Feelings intensify. Like a surge of euphoria flooding throughout. His lips find the nape of her neck, but this time, not to feed. Keeping in tune with her motions, her bare skin against his. This was almost surreal to him, to find the one person that didn't fear him. That saw him for what he truly was. He brushes a damp strand of dark brown hair from her face, and smiles.
"You're amazing"
She laughs softly, before flashing an almost ostentatious smile, in jest.
"So I've been told"