About the plot and Dracula characterisation. I initially wrote Clara as an accompanying character to the original Van Helsing plot, but upon reconsideration I have now written her events as taking place some time before the movie. And then her being a part of it intermittently. I suck at summarising so just read and you'll get what I'm trying to say ha ha. And I have written drac to be almost exactly as Mr Roxburgh played him but with less sass and more of a serious outlook on things.
Thank you to everyone who read and reviews this story. I have taken some time to rewrite parts of this so that it reads better and also because I have learned allot since I initially wrote this. Also due to popular demand I am working on a sequel and I want to make sure that this fits perfectly along with the others. Meanwhile I hope you enjoy the update and extension of this story which is very close to my heart.
Final Request
She sat quietly in the dimly lit living room. Her stare fixed on the fire, the flames were hypnotising. Crimson red and orange flickered lovingly against the arctic blue of her eyes; threatening to melt them away. Sat forward in her seat, hands clasped to her mouth as her elbows rested on her knees, her mind was awash with memories. Decades upon decades upon centuries of torment and joy, conflict and peace. All of which had led to where she was now.
This night and many nights since the clock had chimed in the new year. A feeling had been stirring within her. An idea had begun to grow in the recesses of her mind that she dared not think of in the past. But one that was becoming increasingly comforting the more she nurtured it.
Breaking her focus she shifted her gaze to the window on the other side of the room. She knew he was there. Watching her. Just beyond the threshold he was waiting. All he needed was an invitation.
The creature remained in the shadows just out of her sight behind the glass. But he could see her clear as day.
He had been watching her for some time. The woman before him stirred so many emotions within his mind. Anger and hatred mixed evenly with curiosity and intrigue. Her pale skin glowed ethereally in the fire light. Her small body was covered in a long elegant satin nightgown and robe that left him desiring to see what lay underneath.
She took one more moment to herself. She needed to be sure this is what she wanted. Once done, there was no going back. She had tossed the thought every which way in her head. Methodically and philosophically trying to figure out if this was the path she wanted to take. Would she regret it?.
So many moments of doubt and uncertainty had plagued her of late. What was once a clear path with meaning and purpose was now a winding maze of anxiety and dissolution. The once headstrong, driven women now felt like a mere shell blindly wandering and aimlessly seeking any sign that she was still doing the right thing.
Taking a deep breath she slowly stood and now fixed her stare on the balcony doors.
"I would have thought after all this time an invitation would be redundant. But if you insist on formalities I will oblige. You may come in if you wish Count."
Immediately the latch on the door unlocked itself and the doors opened. The clicking of his boots could be heard against the floor before she finally saw him. She rolled her eyes at his dramatic attempts to scare her. A trope long since worn out.
Bright hungry eyes never left hers as the man crossed the threshold. His movements small but deliberate, like a predator stalking his pray.
He knew he had not been hidden from her. The many encounters they shared over the years had made her sensitive to his presence, something he both relished and regretted in equal measure. But despite the awareness she didn't move and he wondered why she hesitated. In the past she had always been so eager to face him, so fiery in her resolve to move the pieces on the board to her advantage. Yet now she seemed so still.
"As much as I would love to intrude on you at my leisure my dear Clara. I choose to remain a gentleman wait for an invitation."
Hearing her name on his lips sent a small shiver down her back. His thick Romanian accent always had a way of making even the most mundane drivel sound like Shakespearean poetry. Although she would never tell him that.
"A gentleman? For little old me? How sweet. However you have been stood outside my window staring at me for a long time. Please have a seat."
The man regarded her with suspicion. Unused to the sudden hospitality she showed him he noticeably stalled making her roll her eyes in frustration.
"Im not about to steak you in my living room. I wouldn't mess up these floors for anyone. Not even for the king of the vampires."
"Indeed this is a very handsome abode you have acquired far more impressive than that hovel you occupied in Paris." Unfastening his cape he threw it from his shoulders in a flourish and set it down before taking a seat on the large sofa in front of him. "However I would hate to be the cause of any irreparable damage to this lovely apartment."
His appearance had not changed one bit, not that Clara had expected it too. But she had thought that he would have changed his style even a little at the turn of the century. His charcoal black hair still clipped neatly into a neat ponytail with a few strands left to frame his face. And his signature military coat that so elegantly covered his frame showed no signs of age or wear and tear. Neither did his breeches and boots.
As much as she hated to admit it. She found his overall appearance very satisfying.
"How very considerate of you." She mumbled as she headed towards an ornate little cabinet on the wall nearby. "Care for a spot of whiskey? It's perfectly aged."
"I never drink…whiskey."
"Suit yourself." She poured herself a bout two fingers in the glass adding a single cube of ice before turning to face him as she took the first sip.
"You are being uncharacteristically courteous this evening Miss Sauniére. I assume you were informed of my arrival in London?"
"Yes and acquaintance told me that you were making inquiries about me all over town. I must say I'm flattered. Usually you either look for me yourself or send some mindless imps to sniff me out."
The vampire smirked "well you aren't an easy woman to find these days, even my "mindless imps" as you call them had a hard time finding you. Some may say that you were hiding."
"From you? No. From everyone else however…." Her focus drifted and she went silent for a moment. "Well that's no never mind now. How are you enjoying the city? It has changed quite a bit since you where last here."
He glanced around her modest apartment, smiling slightly at the shelves of trophies she had kept over the centuries. Mostly weapons.
"It is still the same dismal city full of parasites that suck the life out everything they can. There was a a time it held a charm that even I found pleasing. But no longer."
"Yes it isn't quite what it was is it."
The pair stared at each other as if waiting for the other to strike first. His eyes where the same shade of blue as hers and they mirrored each other almost perfectly.
"I suppose I do not need to ask why you have come here tonight."
"You suppose correctly." His tone was cold and the eyes which never left hers seemed even colder.
"Couldn't find it in your heart to walk away?" She said half heartedly as she swirled the liquid around.
"I have no heart Clara. And you should know better than to think I would walk away from an opportunity to finally end you."
The woman let out a feint laugh "yes…indeed." Draining the contents of the glass she set it aside and shuddered as the alcohol burned its way down her throat. "Then if I may I have a request to make of you Count. I am aware that in my position and given our history I am in no position to ask anything of you. And you are free to decline if you wish."
The vampires shifted ever so slightly forward with anticipation. He had never seen her like this. Meeting her gaze once more he beckoned her to continue.
"I-." She paused trying to find the right words.
"Before you kill me tonight …..I….I would like….for you to…..to make love to me."
The Counts eyes widened in shock.
"I am a virgin" the woman sighed "I always have been and it bothers me that I may die without ever knowing the touch of a man. Do not ask me why it just does. So if I am to die tonight I only ask that you let me die a woman. Once done you may feed from me until I am dead. I will offer no resistance."
The man didn't say a word. He just stared at her completely frozen For the first time in his long life he did not know what to say. She had taken him completely by surprise.
"As I said you are free to decline" she hastily tagged on "I understand it is a rather unusual request. Especially give-"
The Count raised his hand to silence her. He needed a moment to fully comprehend what she was asking of him. They had been sworn enemies for over three hundred years. Their cat and mouse chase taking them to every corner of the earth and back. Yet here she was actually asking him to kill her.
"I have lost Count of how many times we have fought you and I. Your resolve to destroy me has been the only thing keeping you alive all this time or so I have been led to believe. Why now do you choose to die? And why choose me to take that which is most precious from you?"
Clara walked back to her seat noticeably changed. The confidence she had a moment ago was gone and replaced with uncertainty and discomfort. As she sat opposite him her eyes drifted back to the fire. The Count took note once more of the beauty she exuded in the light. But her soft azure eyes betrayed the conflict within her. And for a single moment he took pity on her.
"We have been at war with each other for so long. I don't think either of us even care about how it truly began. I have devoted my entire existence to destroying you because of what you are. And I have come to realise is that it's all pointless. Despite my actions you will continue being what you are and doing what you do. There was a time I believed that I was doing what I did for the good of humanity, for god and yet here I am centuries later and no-one even knows my name."
She felt the sting of on-coming tears pricking at the corners of her eyes and cursed herself when she saw the look on his face.
"There is no account of my life anywhere. No books, no paintings, no stories, no legends. Nothing. I could have found a man to marry and died happily surrounded by children and grandchildren. Instead I have spent my entire existence warring and spending my every waking moment thinking about the one person on this earth who cares absolutely nothing for me. The way I see it, since it has been you that has kept me from everything I wanted, you owe me."
Her last words came out harsher then she expected but she meant them none the less. And it felt good to finally vent her frustrations despite who her audience was.
"Who said I feel nothing for you?" He finally replied. "And are you really suggesting that I am the only reason you never sought a companion? Truly?"
"Of course you feel nothing for me why would you? And if I hadn't been dragged into service by the holy order and spent my every waking moment of this damned existence searching for a way to destroy you its very likely that I would have lived a normal life."
She fought to keep her emotions under control. Voicing her thoughts was not something she was accustomed to let alone allowing herself to feel. She was a warrior, a rogue, an assassin. She wasn't supposed to feel.
"So you are saying that I was such a passionate obsession of yours that you threw aside your thoughts for other men in favour of me." The vampire smirked.
His tone was playful and Clara resented it. Not giving him the satisfaction of a response she simply gave him a look of utter disapproval.
"For your information Clara I feel a great many things for you. At times it has been anger and hatred, especially when you helped a certain man destroy my life's work. But as that has faded it has turned into admiration. And I do admire you a great deal. Perhaps more than any other woman I have ever met. You are strong. Resilient. Intelligent. Damned hard to kill. Any man would be lucky to claim you as their own."
A saw a small defiant tear fall down the woman's pale cheek but before it reached her chin she angrily wiped it away and mentally scolded herself for appearing weak in front of him. "Well I have no men to claim. My only constant has been you. And I suppose I would be lying if I said that I didn't admire you in some ways. We have both lived a long time but unlike you I have always had others to turn to. You have always been alone. Yes you had brides from time to time but it seemed as though they did not bring you any true companionship or happiness."
A deep silence fell over them at the mention of his former brides. Dracula had not thought about them for a very long time. And the mere mention of them sent I'm into a whirlwind of nostalgia.
"Pardon me. I do not presume to know your mind." She finally said.
"Yet you seem to understand it quite well." He sighed "It is true my last brides were sired out of the necessity to have children. Verona my first should have been enough but my greed led me into the paths of Marishka and Aleera. I do not know what word would best describe how I felt about them but it certainly was not love. When they perished I wasted no time in thinking of replacements. Perhaps I truly am a monster."
Dracula's mind drifted back in time and just like that he could see their faces, all three of them smiling in front of him as if it were only yesterday. Veronas long black har and emerald eyes. Aleera's feisty grin. And Marishka's inhumanly gorgeous face with the perfect jawline. He knew they all loved him. Despite his warnings they allowed themselves to drift further and further into his web of deceit and manipulation. Knowing full well that their feelings would never be reciprocated did not deter them from trying. He lost himself for a moment as he remembered more.
"Perhaps." Came the soft feminine voice pulling him back from his stupor. "There was a time when I took pleasure in killing. I saw each demon and fledgling I slew as nothing more than a stepping stone towards you. Their screams never troubled me. Their pleas for mercy never once shaking my resolve. I once thought my humanity to be completely lost and began to wonder if I had become the very thing I dedicated my life to destroying. Am I a monster?"
The woman fell silent once again as she began to think of the unshakable depression that had hung over her like a dark cloud for at least a decade or so. She had cut herself off from all who knew her, barely stepping outside her home unless she needed to fetch food. Clara would never tell him but in her heart she had given up on trying to kill him. She no longer sought him out or planned elaborate schemes to catch him off guard. And she believed that he had done the same. After all their games could only entertain someone like him for so long couldn't they?
Dracula watched as she sat silent, lost in memory. He could feel something radiating from her. Something unlike anything he had felt from her before, something incredibly sad and he began to feel some compassion for her.
The atmosphere between them had noticeably changed. Both where noticeably more relaxed and the tension had significantly lowered.
"We all have blood on our hands and our demons to contend with. You are no more a monster than the rest of your kind."
Clara smiled and the Count shifted in his seat and moved closer to her.
"I cannot be sure but I think you just said something nice about me." She said sarcastically.
"Do not let it go to your head Miss Sauniére I was merely making an observation."
"Well mersi anyway."
They shared a chuckle and slowly drifted closer to each-other. A soft blush was began to burn in Clara's cheeks, she realised that she had never been this close to him without a weapon in hand and suddenly overcome with embarrassment she stood up and turned away from him.
"So…will you accept my terms. I will understand if you say no."
"I will." He said without hesitation.
"Wh-….what?" She blurted. But before she could turn to face him once more she felt him behind her.
His gloved hands gently rested on the edge of her shoulders as he drew even closer. He could hear her heartbeat quicken at his touch. A grin of familiar satisfaction formed across his face. His free hand reached up behind her head releasing the clasp of her hair clip letting her long ash blonde locks fall to one side.
"I will do it" came his deep voice directly beside her ear. "But you must tell me. Is this what you truly want? To be taken by a vampire? Once done there is no return. You will be mine forever."
His voice sent shivers down her spine and she struggled to maintain her composure let alone think clearly enough to give him a coherent response. The feeling became harder to ignore when she felt his now glove free hand playing with a few strands of her hair right next to her neck. And in the back of her mind she began to wonder if her unconscious attraction to him was the reason she had never succeeded in killing him.
"Do you want this Clara? Do you want me?" He spoke in a calm yet serious tone. The desire he had felt earlier whilst looking at her was rapidly growing. But at this moment he wanted her words more. That vocal declaration of surrender. He leaned in taking in a deep breath of her sweet sent as the tip of his nose grazed her neck.
Clara's eyes rolled back as she finally allowed herself to lean into his embrace "I think I have been yours for a long time now. I am free to take if you will have me." In a moment of boldness she reached up and lightly glided her fingers over his cheek "I asked you because I want you. Only you. Please…..Vlad."
Hearing his name spoken with such sweet desperation struck something within the ancient creature. A ravenous stirring that he had not felt for longer than he could remember. The woman in his arms was no longer the hardened warrior he wanted to destroy. Now she was a beautiful woman he desired more than anything.
Removing his last glove he trailed his hand down over her cheeks to her neck then slowly over collarbones, all the way until he finally rested it just above her pelvis. Earning a desperate moan from Clara.
"Say it again. Say my name." He whispered in her ear as his fingers grazed the fabric between her thighs.
"Vladislaus Draculia, make me yours."
Needing nothing else Dracula turned her chin and brought his lips down to kiss her. Slowly at first. Making sure to sample every inch of her mouth. Working his tongue as he savoured every sigh and whimper that escaped her. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and tugged her head back onto his shoulder so he could drive himself even deeper into her. She tasted sweet, her untouched purity and innocence filled his senses making him groan in pleasure.
The hand that had been resting on her lower body made its way back up to cup her breast. Gently he began kneading it as their kiss became deeper and far more passionate.
Clara moaned softly into his mouth as she relished the new sensations she was feeling. The moment she felt his hands moving so feely over her something had clicked and she found herself eagerly responding to his attentions. One hand found its way to the side of his head while the other made its way to the large hand that was driving her torso crazy.
They lingered there for what felt like an eternity before their kisses finally slowed and the throbbing between the vampires legs reminded him that they where still standing and fully clothed.
"I want to be inside of you." He growled into her ear as he began pulling the sleeves of her robe down past her shoulders. "Am nevoie de tine. (*)"
His arm tightened around her waist possessively and the heat emanating from her seemed to melt his cold skin as he felt his body warming against her.
Wavering his attention for only a moment he looked to see where her bedroom was and once he caught sight of her large four poster bed peeking out from behind an open door he lifted the shaking woman of off her feet.
In only a few strides he crossed the threshold and set her down in-front of her large four poster bed. As quickly as he could he undressed himself down to his breeches before engulfing her mouth in another heated kiss.
They backed up and Clara felt the end of the bed hit the back of her knees. Dracula nudged her back and gently lay her atop the silk grey covers. Leaving her for only a moment he climbed onto of her and kneeled above her so she could get a good look at him. So she could see what a what a perfect specimen he was.
The woman stared at him in total awe of his amazing physique. His torso looked like hand carved alabaster. The only colour to be seen was the light blue veins that rippled across his pecks.
"I trust that you are pleased with me." He smirked as he caught her stare.
"I…you…..you are perfect." Where the only words she could think to say.
She had only ever seen him as a creature to be destroyed but seeing him as he was now showed her that he was merely a man. And a beautiful one at that.
Somewhere in the back of her mind Clara knew this was wrong. But the voice of reason was quickly suppressed when she felt his hand slide down to the apex of her thigh and lift her gown over her head.
Her nakedness now in full view Dracula tossed the garment to the side and regarded the women beneath him with awe. Her skin was almost as pale as his and her body was far more attractive than he had thought it would be. She was slim but full figured with curves in all the right places.
He smoothed his palm over her flat stomach and rested it in the dip between her hips. He could make out the feint lines of old battle wounds on her chest and arms. Wounds that he had no doubt inflicted upon her.
Suddenly overcome with a sense of embarrassment due to his unwavering gaze Clara covered her breasts, clenched her legs and slowly started to turn away from him. However Dracula quickly grabbed her shoulder in reassurance and pulled her back to face him, gently moving her hands to the side.
"Do not hide yourself from me. I want to see all of you."
He smoothed his hand down her arms as he took in every curve of her body. He was loving the sounds he elicited from his companion every time his fingers trailed over her shoulder and collarbone, sounds he never thought he would hear from her. Every moan and sigh he received from her was music to his ears.
"You are beautiful Miss Sauniére"
"No need for formalities now Vlad I think we are now past the point of mere acquaintance."
"Indeed but oh how I love the way the your maiden name rolls off my tongue"
Leaning down to her neck he lightly licked her earlobe before whispering her name into her ear making sure to emphasise the rolling of every syllable making the woman beneath him shudder. His cold breath crept over her now hypersensitive flesh and she whimpered when she felt his fingers move further in towards her most secret place.
Circling over her sex he shifted his weight slightly so he could better caress her and he slowly slid a finger into her waiting heat. His touch was gentle as he stroked her tight folds, she whimpered into his ear and reached down to try and halt his movements. But he was so skilled that she found herself holding him in place and rocking her hips with the rhythm of his movements.
"Thats right my darling, feel me. Give me all of your pleasure." He breathlessly whispered into her ear.
Clara's moans were becoming louder as she lost herself in the throes of his attentions. And the vampire embraced every minute of it. His eyes roamed all over her making note of every breath and tiny movement to gauge when he hit the right spot.
This had been the first time he put someone else's pleasure before his own and the sight of her writhing in ecstasy was quite the thing for him to witness. The feeling of his fingers soaked in her arousal and the soft reverberations of the whimpers on her lips as he kissed her gave him more satisfaction than if he had simply taken her quickly like he had done to so many women in the past.
As he felt her getting closer and closer he suddenly stopped and stared at her with a dangerously lustful look in his glowing blue eyes.
"Oh not yet sweet girl. I want you to come with me inside of you."
Satisfied that she was ready he lifted himself above her and parted her thighs. As he began opening the flap of his breeches Clara's suddenly realised that she had never seen a man naked from the waist down. She blushed and shut her eyes tight in embarrassment.
"Have you truly never 'seen' a man before?"
Clara shook her head "not even when spending long winters in crowded taverns."
The Count took her hand and guided it towards his rock hard member. Her timid fingers curled back but curiosity unraveled them and she gently caressed the iron like mass, running her fingers up and down. An uncontrolled groan escaped Draculas lips and he gladly pushed himself into her touch.
In truth Clara was not entirely innocent. She knew what to do and what went where. She had seen more than once the secret meetings between lovers in the dead of night. But she never lingered long enough to see the fruits of their kisses and embraces. She was always left wondering if she would ever experience it for herself. But nothing in her wildest dreams could compare with what stood before her now.
Before he lost himself completely in her hands Dracula quickly shoved them away and leaned over her.
"One brief moment of pain" He breathed as he unbuttoned himself further and discarded the remaining garment "And then nothing but the velvet embrace of unspoken pleasure.
Clara steeled herself, and clutching the strong arm resting beside her she relaxed her legs and opened herself wider for him. She heard as his remaining garment fell to the floor and after a brief moment of silence she felt a sharp searing pain rip through her.
The sudden intrusion was expected but she had no way of preparing herself for the sheer size of him. He stretched and filled her so much that she feared she may split in two. Not wanting to scream she gritted her teeth and clenched her toes until his movements took on a more manageable pace and the pain dissipated into something far more pleasant.
A deep purr escaped the Count lips as he was embraced by her warm folds. He was so gentle with her, thrusting as slow and as deep as he thought she could handle. Although she never once uttered a word in protest.
Despite the discomfort Clara had gotten completely lost in the moment. She had wrapped her arms around his neck and could do nothing but stare into his eyes as she experienced wave after beautiful wave of tingling pleasure as he thrust.
'This is what it feels like, he is making love to me. This is what it is like. Would it feel this way if he where someone else?'
Her fingers found their way onto his face as she traced the line of his lips 'Perhaps it feels this way because it's him.'
The vampire smiled and lightly dragged his lips against hers so he could feel her breath as she moaned in pleasure. His thrusts remained slow and deliberate so he could watch for the moment he hit the right spot. And when he did her eyes closed and her mouth widened.
"There we are. How does that feel."
Clara tried to answer but her voice seemed to disappear instead.
"Do you want more my dear?" He growled huskily as he nibbled her earlobe.
Clara nodded feverishly as she tried to focus on him once more. Her eyes were bright almost glowing as he looked at her. The unmistakable look of unbridled pleasure.
"Please….more."
A tension began building in her lower regions, a tension that was beginning to hurt and all she wanted was to feel the release of it. Her desires where answered when Dracula picked up the pace and delved deeper into her.
All thoughts left her when the dam finally broke and her entire body tightened around him as she screamed his name.
Her final cry of pleasure tipped him over the edge and he climaxed deep inside of her. Their bodies were dripping sweat and the pair of them lay entwined and panting as they recovered from their shared orgasm. Dracula sighed in happy relief and grinned as he heard her heart beating loudly. He lifted his head and kissed her once more before rolling off and laying beside her.
"Thank you." She finally breathed "That was everything I hoped it would be."
"I pride myself on being an attentive lover." He grinned.
Clara blushed once more and pulled the covers over herself suddenly shy. As they moved she noticed the small red mark on the blanket beneath her. Seeing it before her eyes made her realise how trivial the idea of virtue and innocence was. "Can it be true that I made so much fuss over so small a thing."
Dracula leaned over her and gazed deep into her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were swollen from their heated exchange. He thought she had never looks so beautiful as she did now and he wanted nothing more than to hold tight to her and never let go.
"It is no small thing Clara. Be it virtue of the body or virtue of the mind, once corrupted it will never be the same again."
Clara chuckled "I have never been virtuous Count despite what you may have heard. A drop of blood doesn't change that." She raised a hand to cup his cheek and smiled. Looking deeply into his blazing azure pupils still glowing with lust.
"It was far more than a mere drop of blood Clara. But you need not worry about that now."
They lay there for a while. Staring at each other, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking, the sound of the city was dying down and being replaced with the sound of heavy rain.
Something about the sound of rain always made her feel melancholy and she began to think of all those she had lost over the centuries. Family, friends, allies. People who had lived and died doing exactly the same things as she. She wondered what exactly what it was that had sustained her all this time.
Father Alonzo had told her it was god's will, nothing more and she hated it. She hated god.
"Do not blaspheme Clara." He would tell her "If god wanted you dead you would be dead."
But why was it up to god? Why was her life and her fate up to anyone but her?
'Perhaps it is fitting after all this time that I choose to give my life to the devil' She wondered to herself.
For a moment his focus drifted as he noticed a small but prominent clawed scar over her right breast. He could remember the night he had caused it. It had been one of their more vicious fights, one she wouldn't have escaped had it not been for a momentary lapse in his concentration. And in that moment a small feeling of guilt crept over him.
"It was a long time ago." She said softly as she caught his stare. "I cannot even remember what it felt like."
The vampire didn't respond but she could see the discomfort written on his face.
Content with what had transpired and intent on fulfilling her end of the bargain, she took a deep breath and gently drew her fingers from his face to his shoulder. She felt him shudder as her skin glided gently against his and she smiled.
"You have done as I have asked and I thank you. I am delighted beyond words. Though by rites we are sworn enemies with a burning hatred for one another. I am grateful that you allowed me one mercy before I die. Perhaps you are not a monster after all."
With that she clasped the crook of his neck and pulled him to her as she tilted her head to one side, exposing her neck. "I will not fight you I promise. Drink."
Dracula paused as he looked at her waiting flesh. He could hear her heart beating wildly beneath her breast as it pumped delicious fresh blood throughout her body.
His fangs instinctively lengthened and he lowered his head in anticipation. Dragging his teeth along her warm skin he felt his inner beast writhing in anticipation of the impending feast. But the man in him hesitated.
In at the heat of the moment he had all but forgotten what she had promised him. How she had willingly offered herself to him despite her determination to live up to this point. He could recall almost every moment he thought about killing her. Sometimes elaborately other times it would be quick and painless for the simple reason of getting her out of the way fast. He wouldn't have thought in a million years that he would ever see her giving up her life so easily.
He slowly pulled away and looked down once more to the exhausted woman beneath him. A thin sheen of sweat had coated her brow and her half covered form still twitched and shuddered every time their skin made contact.
"Clara….I-"
Before he could finish she placed a finger on his lips.
"Shhhhh. No more words."
She pushed him into her neck once more and held it fast.
Before the man could stall for a moment longer the beast within took hold. Reaching a hand around her waist he pulled her close and sank his fangs into the soft pale skin. A small cry escaped Clara's lips as the pain shot through her. His teeth where so sharp she could feel the moment they pierced her vein sending blood streaming down her neck.
Closing her eyes she stroked his hair as he fed from her. Despite the fact that they had been having sex not long before. Somehow this moment seemed far more intimate. She could feel her life blood being taken from her, the sound of her heart beating mingled with the noise of him draining her became a lullaby that was gradually sending her into a sleep from which she would never wake.
Her blood was sweeter and more delicious than Dracula could have imagined and he sighed as it sent a trail of exquisite warmth down his throat. As it coursed through him he was greeted by a slew of memories. From childhood to this moment it was all before his eyes clear as crystal. He saw her small and delicate playing with her parents. Then an adolescent being trained by the holy order and finally a montage of moments between the two of them. Fight after fight, year after year all until she had all but given up.
She had told him the truth when she said there was no-one else that occupied her.
No infatuations, no dalliances. From the moment she was sent on her mission she thought of Dracula and nothing else.
He could feel her loneliness from years of isolation oozing into his mind. Her frustration at her failed attempts to complete her task and subsequent extension of her existence. And the crippling regret of allowing her life to slip away from her.
Lost in the rapture he lifted her up and fed harder, wanting to see more and not wanting the euphoria to cease but he was soon brought out of it when her pounding heart began to reduce to a dangerously slow pace.
She was nearing the end and he was now realising that he did not want her to die. He suddenly stopped and pulled away but she had turned even more pale if that were possible and her lips were turning blue. He ran his hand over her cheeks which were cold and sighed.
"Forgive me."
As he uttered those las words he bit into his wrist and placed the bleeding wound over her mouth.
*Am nevoie de tine - Roughly translates to "I need you"
I speak russian not romanian xP