Okay, here's the next part. Also, this chapter gets R for a sexual scene…yeah, I know the whole story is rated R, but not just for violence, so I'm letting you know that now.
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"Hello Mina."
Mina bolted up in her bed, her blue eyes darting around for the source of the voice. However, there wasn't a sign of anyone inside her room on the Nautilus. Rising from the bed, she stood, her body tensed in case of a surprise attack, even though she couldn't pick up the scent of anyone…
And that was when he appeared.
He emerged from the shadows of the room, moving closer towards her in powerful strides. He was tall and imposing, and a aura of darkness seemed to float around him as he stood, staring at her with dark eyes, verging on the color of night. His hair, the same color as his eyes, tumbled from his head down past his shoulders. His body was covered by a dark cloak that went down to his knees, concealing his form, with the exception of his face.
Mina backed up, her blue eyes widening in some shock, and horror, before changing to blood red. "You."
Dracula nodded, as he took another step forward. "I'm glad to see that you haven't forgotten me, Mina." He paused, seeing that she was close to the door. "And don't bother trying to run, if that's what you are thinking. And don't call for help either, because it will just ensure the deaths of the rest of the League." Mina tensed at that, and then moved away from the door, still glaring at Dracula, who grinned. "That's better."
Mina shook her head, some doubt wavering on her features. "You're not here. You died."
At this, Dracula laughed. "Oh Mina, I can never truly be killed. You should know that by now." He took another step towards her, and in a flash of movement a long dagger was in the hand of his childe. "Do you really expect that can kill me, dear Mina?"
As if to answer him she attacked, the dagger tracing an arc as the blade was aimed for his throat, but the vampire simply stepped back, dodged the slash. "Was that all?" he asked, a scolding tone in his voice. She tried to stab him, but he grabbed her arm and twisted it slightly, not enough to cause her much pain but enough to make her drop the dagger. It clattered to the floor, and he lashed out with a foot, kicking it into the corner. She tried to punch him, but he grabbed her arm, and with little effort, threw her on the bed.
Mina tried to get up, but in a flash he was over her, gazing down at her with a seductive smile on his face. "Did you really thing it would end how it did, Mina? You could never escape me…you will always be mine." His hand moved to her hair, pushing it to the side, and revealing her slender neck, and the two puncture wounds on it. "And there's the proof right there, our bond, linking us."
"I am not yours," Mina growled, and then slightly quivered when Dracula leaned down, lightly grazing her neck with his fangs. A small moan escaped from her lips before she could stop it, and Dracula pulled away and grinned.
"It seems your words don't agree with your mind," was his response before leaning down and kissing her. For a moment she struggled, trying to pry herself away. Then, his lips left hers, traveling to her jawbone, before moving to the other side of her neck, kissing and gently nipping the skin. Mina bit her lip, trying not to moan; his treatment was so wrong in her mind, and yet, seemed so right.
His hands moved to the front of her shirt, and in a matter of seconds, it lay in a heap on the floor. Mina shuddered at the cold that quickly swept across her body, now nude from the waist up. One of his hands, cold as ice, while at the same time, scalding hot, glided up her body, the fingertips trailing small paths up her stomach, in between her breasts, one hand pausing to gently cup one. Mina tried to pry herself away from him, but she couldn't, and Dracula knew this.
Finally, she was able to speak. "Stop," she whispered, her chest rising and falling heavily.
Dracula looked at her eyes, which had briefly gone back to blue. "You want me to stop? Are you sure?" He asked before leaning down and continuing to kiss her, before moving down, his cold lips kissing between her breasts. The moan that he got for his answer caused him to smirk. "Of course not. I already told you, Mina, you are mine, and always will be." As he spoke he kissed her again, and this time she responded, pushing herself closer to him despite herself.
And then, he kissed down where he had bitten her before, and, as his fangs elongated, he sunk them into the exact same spot. Mina groaned, pulling him closer, as he slowly began to drink from her once again…
Mina suddenly bolted up in bed. She looked around, instantly noticing two things.
One, Dracula was gone, no longer in the room, and two, her shirt was no longer in a heap on the floor, but rather, she was wearing it again. She slowly sat up, wrapping her arms around herself as she shivered.
The dream had been so real. She had felt Dracula touching her, kissing her and whispering to her. And what disturbed her most of all, was that a part of her wanted it; a part of her wanted his touch, had enjoyed the feel of his lips on her body…
She trailed off in her thoughts as she felt a slight pain in her neck. Reaching up she felt there, and her eyes widened in horror. "No," she whispered, as her hand moved away, and she looked at it.
There was blood on her fingers, from where she had touched her neck. Quickly rising out of her bed she moved to the mirror on the far side of the room and looked into it. What she saw made her blood run cold.
The bite marks on her neck were reopened, and small droplets of blood poured from them, down to her collarbone.
It hadn't been a dream…it was real…he was real.
And alive.
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A man hit the table, shattering the wood under his weight, but the action, along with the several fights going on inside the bar, were ignored by Cornell as he walked up to the bartender, a grim expression on his face.
After Ada had been taken, Cornell had quickly run to the nearby village, where he was aware that a friend of his was currently residing, and Cornell knew he would need all the help he could get, especially if Dracula had indeed returned from the grave.
"Can I help you?" the bartender asked, before slightly wincing as he looked over and saw a bottle being broken over someone's head.
Cornell nodded. "I'm looking for a man who's staying in this town at the moment. He goes by the name of Letifer."
The bartender arched an eyebrow. "Did he have a sword with him, and this girl?" When Cornell nodded the bartender chuckled. "Hell, he's staying in the floor above us," he stated, pointing to the ceiling.
Cornell looked confused. "Wait, what?" he asked.
The bartender looked at him blankly. "I take it you didn't know that this bar also serves as a place to stay for people passing through." he shrugged. "Oh, well anyway, he's upstairs, and the second door on the left."
Cornell nodded before moving away from the bar and walking towards the flight of stairs in the back of the bar. Quickly walking up them, he moved down the hall before coming to a stop at the third door on the left side. Reaching up he knocked twice on the door.
"Just a moment," a voice called after a few seconds. Finally, the door opened, and a man poked his head out. His eyes lit up when he saw Cornell. "Cornell!" he exclaims he opened, and the man stepped out into the hall. He was around the same height as Cornell, and wore dark clothing, although the shirt was unbuttoned, which suggested he had been, busy before Cornell had knocked. His hair was black and cut short, around the same length as Cornell's and almost appeared to be spiky. His eyes were a dark gray that carried a certain field of menace around them, as well as some gentleness. A neatly trimmed beard and moustache, cut close to his face, finished off his handsome features.
He took Cornell's hand and shook it, who shook back with a small smile before pausing. "Can I, umm…?"
Letifer nodded. "Of course," he answered before stepping
inside the room, Cornell following after him.
"So…I'm guessing you didn't come here just to say hello," Letifer said, as he looked at Cornell with a questioning look.
Cornell nodded grimly. "You're correct…Ada's been kidnapped."
Letifer's eyes widened in shock. "How?"
Cornell sighed, sitting down in a nearby chair, running his hand through his hair. "They came out of nowhere, four vampires. I fought them off, but, he, got away with her."
"He?" Letifer asked, not liking where this was going.
"De Rais."
Letifer opened his mouth to speak, when both became aware of another in the room. Looking over, Cornell just looked away, while Letifer walked over, an apologetic expression on his face. "I'm sorry, Serena. I didn't know you were awake," he quickly said, but the young woman waved it off with a wave of the hand, before smiling sweetly at him.
Serena was young, at least in appearance, due to her being a vampire, she hadn't aged in fifty years, even though she looked around twenty five. She had long dark hair and dark hazel eyes that carried some sadness in them. She was wearing a bathrobe that covered her nude body.
"It's okay," she assured Letifer before walking over to Cornell. "So…De Rais kidnapped your mate?"
Cornell nodded as he stood up. "Yeah, and if he's here, then I have only one idea of why he kidnapped her." He didn't wait for them to ask what before he answered. "Dracula."
Letifer nodded, while Serena didn't look sure how to react. After a moment Letifer spoke. "All right, I'll go with you, and help get her back." He turned to look at Serena. "You'll stay here, and we'll be back in a few weeks, so-"
"Save it Letifer," Serena said, cutting him off. "I'm coming." Letifer opened his mouth to protest, but Serena cut him off. "I can handle myself, and I'm not letting you go off by yourself with the possibility that I'll never see you again." When she said the last part she looked down for a moment. Letifer stepped forward, cupping her chin and lifting her head, before kissing her lips gently. He pulled away, smiling. "Thank you," she whispered, before moving into the bedroom, to get dressed most likely, Letifer following her.
A few moments later, both emerged, wearing similar clothing, all dark, with long coats, Letifer's being a black duster that went down to his ankles, while Serena had a light brown coat of the same length. Letifer was causally holding a sheathed sword in one hand, the sheath blood-red. Cornell recognized the type of sword, it was used by the men in Japan. He believed they called it a katana.
"We're ready," Letifer stated, and Cornell nodded.
The three moved down the steps, and into the bar. As they passed one table, one of the men decided to be sneaky, and smacked Serena's ass.
A few seconds later, he fell to the floor, screaming in pain, and clutching his groin area, where blood was now seeping from. The others watched as Serena moved past them, wiping the blood off the dagger she had pulled out of her coat.
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Footsteps rang through his ears, and the vampire raised his head, blood dripping from his mouth. Under him, his victim, a young female, whimpered in pain as she was able to use the distraction to push the vampire off her and start to crawl away.
Ignoring her, the vampire stood and faced into the darkness of the alley, obviously not pleased as to having its meal being interrupted. "Alright, whoever you are, I'm not in the mood for-"
A silver flash shot out of the darkness, and the vampire screamed as something pierced his stomach. Quickly reaching down, he yanked the silver crossbow bolt that was embedded in his stomach out. Raising it, he ignored the burning in his stomach as he saw the holy symbols engraved on the bolt. He snarled, tossing it to the side. The vampire started towards where it had come from.
Then, something lashed out, and a thick cord wrapped around the vampire's neck. Instantly he struggled, trying to pull it off.
"I wouldn't bother."
The vampire looked up at the source of the voice, as a man stepped from the darkness. He was in his fifties, and from the grim expression on his face, he wasn't pleased to see the vampire. He was holding the whip that was now wrapped around the vampire's neck in one hand, and the vampire could tell he had a sword strapped to his back.
The vampire snarled before grabbing the whip, which yanked the man off his feet towards him. The vampire's fangs sprouted, and he prepared to sink them into the flesh of this man…
Then, surprising him, the man twisted in mid air, landing on his feet with agility that clearly wasn't human. He charged, and suddenly, the handle of the whip burst open as a blade shot out. Before the vampire could react, the blade entered his throat, and he gasped, and made a small gurgling noise, as the cord fell from his neck, blood pouring from the wound and hitting the ground.
Not waiting for the vampire to rise, the man unsheathed his sword, and in one swift movement, beheaded the vampire. He looked with distaste at the corpse, before starting to sheath his sword.
That was when he heard the sobbing. Looking over, he walked over as he saw the young woman huddled in the alley, tears pouring down her face. She looked up at him, her eyes shining with gratefulness, and she smiled weakly. "Thank you…you saved me," was all she got out before he crouched down, grabbing her head. Twisting it to the side, he inspected her neck, seeing the two puncture wounds. His expression turned even grimmer.
"You've been bitten," he said blankly. He rose to his feet. "I'm not sure how much he drained…but I can't take the risk of having you become one of them."
The woman blinked, confusion more than apparent in her green eyes. "One of who? What was-"
The sword lashed out, going through her neck, and claiming another head.
Daniel Venator stared at the headless body, an expression of slight grief on his face. She had been young and beautiful. She could have had a long happy life, gotten married, and started a family.
And now that couldn't happen, because that, thing, had decided to have her for a meal, to amuse himself with her while he drained her dry. Daniel glared at the body of the vampire that had attacked her.
They were all the same, the vampires...no different from the one that had murdered his wife and daughter; that destroyed any chance of happiness he could have had.
And he would make them all pay…he would not rest until he had purged the world of every last vampire, or die trying.
Sheathing his sword, he disappeared into the darkness of the alley from whence he came.
