Closure:
Bloodline
By obi's girl
After dinner, Dracula walked me back to my room, telling me stories of his family and I gladly listened. As the Slayer, I had take in whatever possible about his history and the fact that he was candid with me, helped him not keep anything back...except that he was a killer. Presumably, he didn't know I was the Slayer and if he knew I did, he didn't say anything about it.
Growing up, the occult intrigued me – vampires, demons, Frankenstien even. But Dracula was my favorite. My parents didn't like my interest because it was ghastly and disturbing but let me be. I didn't really ask then, mainly because I didn't know they were real, but I think they backed off because they knew I was to become the Vampire Slayer.
And my first encounter with Dracula, it wasn't bad. The stories and legends, do him credit. He is a walking aphrodisiac. Romancing a beautiful woman, anyway possible with his eyes and words. No wander why he was romanticized in books. He was the infinitive of dark romance and lustful passion.
But tonight was not the night to find that out. Not yet, anyway. I had to keep my distance but not too far a distance. I had to be reachable but not available. It was a game, in a sense. And Act II was yet to come, but until then – I had to play hard to get. Chaste, if possible.
I smiled, turning to him. "Thank you for this evening, Count. It was beautiful."
He kissed my hand again, pulling me close, dancing slightly. "Thank you, Sarah. It was most enjoyable, but the evening is not finished...yet." He pulled me closer, kissing my neck. I let him have his moment but backed off slowly, opening the door to my room and walked in.
I know he wanted me, wanted to finish the evening with me in bed next him but not yet. Not yet, Dracula. I smiled back, "Good night, Count." and closed the door.
I huffed, removing the dress and setting it down on the dresser, grabbing my gown from the closet.
**
Dracula stared at the door for a moment before starting down the hall way towards his own chambers, which were conveniently not far from hers. So, she didn't give into him – it was only the first night and he knew there were many other chances to make his move. Many other chances. But Sarah was different. There was something about her but it didn't matter. The woman he had been dreaming about, the woman he knew he was destined to have as his bride was close by and soon enough, she would give into him and when that happened – she would be his for eternity.
Forever lovers.
**
~~Sarah walked dazed into the room, not even sure why. She promised herself she would not go to Dracula on the first night and yet, she was entering his chamber in her gown. He stared back at her as she stopped in front of him and removed her gown, climbing into the bed. Dracula smiled, kissing her shoulder, feeling her heart next to him.
She moved on top of him and kissed his chest, falling deeper and deeper under his spell. ~~
**
I blinked, sitting up from my bed. The dreams were becoming more intense and unless I didn't do anything, it was going to drive me crazy. There was only one thing I could do, though I wished it didn't have to be this soon. I removed my gown and grabbed my robe, walking out of my chambers towards Dracula's room.
**
Dracula's eyes shot up once he heard someone enter his room. I paced myself, walking towards him.
I shivered, standing in the bedchamber. There was no turning back; it had to be now. It was the only way for my dreams to stop, though I wished I had more time to concoct a plan. But I was all ready in deep in his game, very deep. I sat on the bed, not looking directly at his face. He studied me a minute before reaching to my shoulder, pushing off my robe.
"You cannot sleep?"
I shrugged, "I had nightmares...and the chamber is cold." I paused, gazing into his eyes. "Can I sleep with you tonight? I don't want to be alone."
He smiled as I crawled under the covers. This was really dangerous; I struggled to surpress my fears – he would know of them; myths and legends told me he was telepathic. I bit my lip as he slipped an arm around my waist and he kissed my neck. "Nightmares will bother you no more; I promise nothing would harm you – you are safe here with me."
"I know I am." I whispered turning to him.
Dracula smiled again, his hand brushing down my chest, "You are still scared of the wolves; they haunt your dreams." He paused, smelling my hair. "Do not worry about them. They are animals, beasts. You are soft; delicate; untouched."
"...Only a girl." I cried as his hands felt around my waist.
"You have no need to be afraid of me, Sarah. I won't hurt you." He whispered to me as I fell back into his arms. His hands rested on my shoulders, lightly caressing them. Young and innocent, yet so beautiful. "We are alone now. Do not hide behind masks; to fear this passion. We search to feel loved by others and feel loved inside. Always cold hearts, yearning to burn again."
He grunted, facing me. He had known many women but I was the first, who truly captivated him. There was something about me, something mysterious and wild. But he couldn't quite put his finger on it – it didn't matter. I was in his world and there was no escape. He raised his hand to my cheek and lightly kissed my neck.
I gasped, not even realizing how much I didn't fear his touch. I yearned for it. "What are you doing to me?" I felt my heart beat faster. I knew it was dangerous but I wanted this; I wanted him. There was no more play between us; no more games. My barriers dropped. I wanted to feel his passion, his love for me. "I used to know control; to be in control.... You touch me and I want more; I want to lose control."
"Loosing control isn't a bad thing. You must loose control in order to know how to maintain control. Desire, lustful passion, possession, erotic dark love. " He shrugged, "All women want this but for you, you wish to go deeper. This could kill you but you want more and more... It is rare to come upon a woman who wishes to relinquish control; to lose that order."
I laughed, "Sometimes it can drive you crazy."
He nodded, grabbing my back and lying me on the bed. Dracula bent down and lightly kissed my nipple, causing me to moan. He then massaged it with his hand as he moved deeper inside of me, though I didn't feel anything. "You are virgin, untouched?"
I hesitated to answer, so I nodded yes. "Is that a bad thing?"
"No, it isn't. The fact that you have never been touched before will make this all the more memorable. But I will not force you; forced lovemaking is dangerous for both. It is wrong to treat a woman this way."
"Woman." I echoed as I raised my leg, beckoning him closer. Thus far, he had not kissed my lips, only my skin and I was beginning to wander if he was teasing me. "If I'm a woman, how come you haven't kissed me?"
I had forgotten he had the deepest respect for women (more like an obsessive sexual attraction) and me, he wanted more than anyone else. I wanted him too; my lips burned for his kiss. Deeper and deeper again.
Dracula frowned, kissing my forehead. "I told you, this should not be forced. I won't do anything you don't want me to do."
I gulped, "...except I want you to kiss me. I'm asking you to kiss me." Frankly, I always wanted my first time to be with Christian, after we married but I wanted this so badly. And if nothing came of the kiss, then I knew nothing serious could happen between us (even though part of me wanted something to happen). "Dracula, make love to me."
A smile curled his lips as he kissed me for the first time, only it was nothing like I had ever experienced. Nothing like Christian's kiss. It was deeper than that, more intimate and erotic at the same time. I liked it. He smiled, pushing deeper, knowing I enjoyed it. I gasped for air, panting. Oh God, I wanted this. I was lustful; my body ached and yet I wanted more, so much more. He backed away, my lips swollen from the kiss (and damn was it a good kiss!).
He stroked my hair, brushing some of it away to clear way for my neck. I knew what he was going to do, but I couldn't let it happen. It was too soon and yes, even though I was curious I couldn't succumb to complete darkness. Instead, I sat up, nodding for him to lie down instead.
I straddled his mid section, feeling my hands down his chest, my heart beating faster than normal. I was only inches away from his body and still, I was afraid. He sat up and brought my body closer to him, cupping my breasts as he probed them with his mouth. I flinched, still hesitant to give myself to him completely. I moaned as his kiss grew deeper and deeper – any deeper and I would probably die. I pulled away, turning away from him revealing my back. He reveled in it, running his hands down my sides as he trailed kisses down my spine.
I bit my lip, choking back a cry. It was so beautiful – I forgot about Christian and gave into my animal passion inside. I grabbed his hand, licking it and kissing each finger as he braced my waist. I felt elevated, illuminated and alive. I moaned again, this time with pleasure. His hands reached to my breasts; he massaged them softly but even that was enough to drive me crazy. I grabbed his arms, locked them with mine and pushed him onto the bed (though I was more like a throw). I felt the blood boil inside of me as I pushed further into him. I let out a moan as I entered his center. He smiled, sitting up to kiss me as I kissed back harder than the first time.
He brushed my shoulder, whispering into my ear. "Stay with me. Stay with me forever."
I comprehended his last words, but I was unable to speak. Stay with him forever? What about Christian, my Uncle – my family. He saw my worry and kissed my cheek reassuringly, brushing it lightly with his hand. "You do not have to decide immediately, but I do ask you think about it." Dracula paused, studying me – he even gave me back my robe and placed it over me, though I didn't notice.
"I will not come to you for five nights, and you to me. In that time, you can think about my proposal – you will give your answer to me on the sixth night at dinner." I nodded okay, closing the robe around my chest. He smiled, kissing me one last time, caressing my face. "I will not force you, Sarah. A woman must be handled delicately; I have always believed this – you must trust me completely to understand this."
I gazed up at him and I caught my breath, staring into his hypnotic dark eyes. "Yes; I understand." I whispered, standing up from the bed and walking towards the door. He saw my confusion and stood up from the bed to guide me back to my room. After that, nothing else – he returned to his own room and fell asleep as I tried to.
Stay with Dracula forever? If I did, that meant betraying my calling, my Uncle...and Christian. He loved me for so long; probably even wanted to merry me (which had been my dream since I first met him) but Dracula... Tonight, even though it was my first time, it was so pleasurable and beautiful. I still remember his mouth lingering on mine, his kiss deeper and deeper into my soul.
I had fallen into his spell and there was nothing I could do to release myself from his power. Five nights, I would have to ponder his proposal and even though I knew subconsciously the answer was no, my heart and body screamed yes. I screamed yes. What was I going to do?
TBC
