Thank you to everyone who has commented so far and enjoyed the story. I have thought about a comment made about going more in-depth and thought about it a lot while I wrote this. I hope it improves, because it feels better with it to me personally. I again take no claim to the characters; I only claim the plot which is mine. Though the one scene at the end of this chapter with Vladislaus and Verona is not my idea, it came from a scene in the movie Taste the Blood of Dracula with Christopher Lee. Without further ado, I give you my next chapter.
Dracula's Brides
Chapter 8: Obedient Brides
Marishka twirled in the air as she watched Verona pick out her victim. Her long black hair blew in the breeze created by her long, bony white wings, but her eyes stayed the same piercing ice blue even when transformed into a beast. She was searching for a villager from the skies, and she would wait there until a proper time came. Marishka grew somewhat impatient to learn to eat because during the flight to the village her hunger grew more and more until she was starving.
"Come mother, please hurry! I am so unusually hungry, while we were..." but before she had finished Verona had descended into the village full of drunken men and women waddling back to their broken down homes from past visits from vampires. The men usually wore long black beards while the women sported even longer brown or black hair tied around in a makeshift bun. Their clothes on the other hand, were quite alike in that they both were dirty and full of holes. Even through this sort of living, most of the villagers still found peace and happiness throughout their lives. This did not concern Verona in any way because she found her man and bore down upon him. In an instant she had him in her grasp and flew off into the night once more.
The villagers almost didn't even realize it until a woman woke up the next morning without a husband.
Marishka was watching the entire time as Verona flew down in one silent sweep onto her prey and saw that no one even took notice of the strong gust of wind after she took off again. It amazed her how swift and silent she was. Vladislaus was also amazed at her agility and hunting technique and scorned himself somewhat that he never took notice of it before, he then promised himself that he would not forget to praise her for it later, and perhaps a little more than that.
Gliding through the air Verona stopped near Marishka and called,
"Come, let us go home to feed in private!" as she said this she shook the man who until then had been paralyzed with fear, with her words he awoke and looked about him in panic. Seeing the demon Marishka's eyes staring intently at him and baring her pearly white fangs at him in desperate hunger he began to scream aloud.
"Break his neck mother!" Marishka called with joy to her, the more she became hungry, the more violent she became. "No my child, that would spoil the blood within him." She explained this pointedly, "If you want a fresh meal, you must take the blood while he still lives, and otherwise, what would be the point? Although, if you broke the neck and then immediately drank, the blood would still be good to eat. Let us not delay then and hurry on our way to Castle Dracula!" Without waiting for her response Verona flew off into the moonlight. Without hesitation Marishka followed her intently, and soon was by her side again. Once in a while she would look down at the man who was once again paralyzed in fear.
Vladislaus didn't know what was happening as Verona flew away back to his castle. He had wanted to hunt himself but saw that now it would be impossible. While the night was still young, it would take Marishka a while to get her full meal done. He then flew off instead back to Castle Dracula as well, careful to slow his speed down so that they would not know he had been watching them. One way or another, he knew he would have his meal.
Though Verona had done the hunting, she was not hungry at all. The last time she had hunted was only a few nights ago. The blood of an entire man in one petite female, even if she was a vampire, was more than enough to last a few weeks. At this point in time, she felt somewhat bloated and uncomfortable. As they entered the castle they both transformed back into their seductive human forms.
"Now try Marishka, drink from the neck, around here." She pointed to the man's neck as she bent it backwards and directly pointed to a few veins that had appeared with the strain.
"I shall try immediately!" Marishka ran over to her, her long blonde hair flowing as she bounced across the stone floor. Her clothes were not as reserved as Verona's were and her entire stomach was bare while Verona's stomach was covered with a slight veil and sparkling diamonds. They both wore gowns with giant sleeves. Marishka's gown was gold; Verona's gown was white with gold laced inside.
"Be careful with the first bite, Marishka, because if you bite down too hard the life will diminish while you drink!" Verona commented as Marishka bore down on the man. Only a sharp yell was heard in the castle that night from the man. The first time had been successful for Marishka, and she was now completely satisfied, and bloated.
The time it took her to feed was long, and by the time she finished and was willing to move, the sun had started to rise. Verona knew that Vladislaus would be waiting impatiently for Marishka, and the next night he would be impatient to find how well she did. But as they entered his chambers and lifted his coffin lid, they could not find him. Knowing that he would be furious with her, Verona led Marishka to her new bedroom that was quite near her own. She laid her down into her bed and reminded her never to get out, even if someone called for her. As Marishka was settling down to sleep Verona closed the lid and left for her own room. Slightly worried that something had happened to Vladislaus, she hurriedly left to check his chamber once more before heading for her own room. By this time the sun was rising steadily and already Verona felt her power weaken.
As she entered the room she saw him getting into his bed. Feeling safe now that he was there she turned to go, but then she felt a hand on her side,
"Verona," he whispered quickly, "come quickly." He grasped her arm and pulled her into his room and threw her into his bed and shut the lid quickly. "The sun, it would have killed you if you had not come back to me- but where is Marishka?" The concern in his voice made her fear his wrath, and in so close a space and the sun already up, there was no escape.
"Marishka is in her room. I put her there myself, she is safe."
"Very well I suppose, I still would have liked to see her after she fed?" He questioned this since he hadn't got the chance to see her actually feed on the man, his slow pace back to the castle had taken him longer than expected.
"Yes, very well I may say. She is completely filled with life once more." She was in turn with his calm comments, growing more control over herself after fearing the worst.
"Good- I have you to thank for this I am sure my Verona. You taught her the basics, but now she must learn for herself. After this you must not help her even if she asks for it. A vampire such as us, the last, must learn to live on our own in case something happens."
"Do not speak of such things now, let us rest."
"Not yet."
"...Vladislaus?" She grew anxious again because during this conversation he had moved himself on top of her, his black hair hung loosely about him and was hanging down and tickling her chest lightly as he breathed gently.
"I must confess this one thing: I had been watching you as you taught her to hunt." He moved his arms around so that they lay under her head, leaning on his elbows he continued, "I was going to hunt myself then but you left unexpectedly and I was curious and followed." He bent his face down onto hers and stopped just above her, "I am hungry Verona, I need to eat now or I may die." He then whispered to himself, "not really a possibility for only one thing may kill me, but none-the-less we must be careful now."
"What are you asking of me?" Verona was trying to crawl out of his arms which had begun to tighten their grip upon her; they quickly moved in response to her crawling and grabbed her shoulders tightly.
"I need your blood, Verona, I need the life. Will you help me grow stronger? The sharing of your blood with only make us closer than we already are, I assure you." He was growing tired of waiting to feed, but he must be careful with her, if he drank too much of her blood she may die. Vladislaus now felt how important she was to him now; all thoughts of Marishka were now blown away.
"I shall do whatever to help you, Vladislaus, just tell me what to do." She felt helpless in this situation, but how could she refuse her own creator? He had given so much to give her life, the power she held and the form she could take at night was everything to her now. Even this close contact with him made her excited, because it hadn't happened very often.
"All I want you to do is relax, and let me take control of you." He felt her body mold into his as he put all of his own weight on top of her and he gently caressed her neck, "so beautiful, all mine" he whispered in her ear.
He bit gently onto her neck in exactly the same place as before when she first joined him many years ago. She moaned and he relented a little in fear of hurting her, but she clung to his back tightly as he lifted himself up. With this gesture he went down again and finally got his meal.
It would soon be time for birthing once again for both Verona and Marishka.
Dracula's Brides
Chapter 8: Obedient Brides
Marishka twirled in the air as she watched Verona pick out her victim. Her long black hair blew in the breeze created by her long, bony white wings, but her eyes stayed the same piercing ice blue even when transformed into a beast. She was searching for a villager from the skies, and she would wait there until a proper time came. Marishka grew somewhat impatient to learn to eat because during the flight to the village her hunger grew more and more until she was starving.
"Come mother, please hurry! I am so unusually hungry, while we were..." but before she had finished Verona had descended into the village full of drunken men and women waddling back to their broken down homes from past visits from vampires. The men usually wore long black beards while the women sported even longer brown or black hair tied around in a makeshift bun. Their clothes on the other hand, were quite alike in that they both were dirty and full of holes. Even through this sort of living, most of the villagers still found peace and happiness throughout their lives. This did not concern Verona in any way because she found her man and bore down upon him. In an instant she had him in her grasp and flew off into the night once more.
The villagers almost didn't even realize it until a woman woke up the next morning without a husband.
Marishka was watching the entire time as Verona flew down in one silent sweep onto her prey and saw that no one even took notice of the strong gust of wind after she took off again. It amazed her how swift and silent she was. Vladislaus was also amazed at her agility and hunting technique and scorned himself somewhat that he never took notice of it before, he then promised himself that he would not forget to praise her for it later, and perhaps a little more than that.
Gliding through the air Verona stopped near Marishka and called,
"Come, let us go home to feed in private!" as she said this she shook the man who until then had been paralyzed with fear, with her words he awoke and looked about him in panic. Seeing the demon Marishka's eyes staring intently at him and baring her pearly white fangs at him in desperate hunger he began to scream aloud.
"Break his neck mother!" Marishka called with joy to her, the more she became hungry, the more violent she became. "No my child, that would spoil the blood within him." She explained this pointedly, "If you want a fresh meal, you must take the blood while he still lives, and otherwise, what would be the point? Although, if you broke the neck and then immediately drank, the blood would still be good to eat. Let us not delay then and hurry on our way to Castle Dracula!" Without waiting for her response Verona flew off into the moonlight. Without hesitation Marishka followed her intently, and soon was by her side again. Once in a while she would look down at the man who was once again paralyzed in fear.
Vladislaus didn't know what was happening as Verona flew away back to his castle. He had wanted to hunt himself but saw that now it would be impossible. While the night was still young, it would take Marishka a while to get her full meal done. He then flew off instead back to Castle Dracula as well, careful to slow his speed down so that they would not know he had been watching them. One way or another, he knew he would have his meal.
Though Verona had done the hunting, she was not hungry at all. The last time she had hunted was only a few nights ago. The blood of an entire man in one petite female, even if she was a vampire, was more than enough to last a few weeks. At this point in time, she felt somewhat bloated and uncomfortable. As they entered the castle they both transformed back into their seductive human forms.
"Now try Marishka, drink from the neck, around here." She pointed to the man's neck as she bent it backwards and directly pointed to a few veins that had appeared with the strain.
"I shall try immediately!" Marishka ran over to her, her long blonde hair flowing as she bounced across the stone floor. Her clothes were not as reserved as Verona's were and her entire stomach was bare while Verona's stomach was covered with a slight veil and sparkling diamonds. They both wore gowns with giant sleeves. Marishka's gown was gold; Verona's gown was white with gold laced inside.
"Be careful with the first bite, Marishka, because if you bite down too hard the life will diminish while you drink!" Verona commented as Marishka bore down on the man. Only a sharp yell was heard in the castle that night from the man. The first time had been successful for Marishka, and she was now completely satisfied, and bloated.
The time it took her to feed was long, and by the time she finished and was willing to move, the sun had started to rise. Verona knew that Vladislaus would be waiting impatiently for Marishka, and the next night he would be impatient to find how well she did. But as they entered his chambers and lifted his coffin lid, they could not find him. Knowing that he would be furious with her, Verona led Marishka to her new bedroom that was quite near her own. She laid her down into her bed and reminded her never to get out, even if someone called for her. As Marishka was settling down to sleep Verona closed the lid and left for her own room. Slightly worried that something had happened to Vladislaus, she hurriedly left to check his chamber once more before heading for her own room. By this time the sun was rising steadily and already Verona felt her power weaken.
As she entered the room she saw him getting into his bed. Feeling safe now that he was there she turned to go, but then she felt a hand on her side,
"Verona," he whispered quickly, "come quickly." He grasped her arm and pulled her into his room and threw her into his bed and shut the lid quickly. "The sun, it would have killed you if you had not come back to me- but where is Marishka?" The concern in his voice made her fear his wrath, and in so close a space and the sun already up, there was no escape.
"Marishka is in her room. I put her there myself, she is safe."
"Very well I suppose, I still would have liked to see her after she fed?" He questioned this since he hadn't got the chance to see her actually feed on the man, his slow pace back to the castle had taken him longer than expected.
"Yes, very well I may say. She is completely filled with life once more." She was in turn with his calm comments, growing more control over herself after fearing the worst.
"Good- I have you to thank for this I am sure my Verona. You taught her the basics, but now she must learn for herself. After this you must not help her even if she asks for it. A vampire such as us, the last, must learn to live on our own in case something happens."
"Do not speak of such things now, let us rest."
"Not yet."
"...Vladislaus?" She grew anxious again because during this conversation he had moved himself on top of her, his black hair hung loosely about him and was hanging down and tickling her chest lightly as he breathed gently.
"I must confess this one thing: I had been watching you as you taught her to hunt." He moved his arms around so that they lay under her head, leaning on his elbows he continued, "I was going to hunt myself then but you left unexpectedly and I was curious and followed." He bent his face down onto hers and stopped just above her, "I am hungry Verona, I need to eat now or I may die." He then whispered to himself, "not really a possibility for only one thing may kill me, but none-the-less we must be careful now."
"What are you asking of me?" Verona was trying to crawl out of his arms which had begun to tighten their grip upon her; they quickly moved in response to her crawling and grabbed her shoulders tightly.
"I need your blood, Verona, I need the life. Will you help me grow stronger? The sharing of your blood with only make us closer than we already are, I assure you." He was growing tired of waiting to feed, but he must be careful with her, if he drank too much of her blood she may die. Vladislaus now felt how important she was to him now; all thoughts of Marishka were now blown away.
"I shall do whatever to help you, Vladislaus, just tell me what to do." She felt helpless in this situation, but how could she refuse her own creator? He had given so much to give her life, the power she held and the form she could take at night was everything to her now. Even this close contact with him made her excited, because it hadn't happened very often.
"All I want you to do is relax, and let me take control of you." He felt her body mold into his as he put all of his own weight on top of her and he gently caressed her neck, "so beautiful, all mine" he whispered in her ear.
He bit gently onto her neck in exactly the same place as before when she first joined him many years ago. She moaned and he relented a little in fear of hurting her, but she clung to his back tightly as he lifted himself up. With this gesture he went down again and finally got his meal.
It would soon be time for birthing once again for both Verona and Marishka.