Dracula was still at the window when Rebekkah returned. She flew up to the window, and he marvelled at her beauty as she neared, the flawless skin, the large wings, the deep eyes. Of course she would be beautiful, she was Anna's cousin. But nobody was as perfect as Anna, nobody.
Rebekkah landed on the windowsill, and assumed her human form, her face serious and her eyes revealing her slight fear.
"I assume you didn't bring her back," Dracula said slowly.
Rebekkah lowered her head. Her fine hair veiled her face. "I am sorry, Vladislaus."
He reached out slowly, stroking her cheek with one of his fingers, wondering if Anna's skin would feel softer and smoother. "You have fed this night."
"Yes," said Rebekkah, slowly raising her eyes to his. "A mother and child."
Dracula laughed. "Good girl."
Rebekkah's eyes darkened. "What is wrong, Vladislaus?"
He shook his head, and turned away, walking over to the bed, and leaning against the footboard. She followed him over.
"Do I not make you happy?" she whispered.
He grabbed her face suddenly with both hands. "You can never make me satisfied," he hissed.
"Why? Why not?" she breathed.
His temper was raised now. She was so ignorant, so insistant. "Because I don't love you!"
"Who do you love, Vladislaus?" she asked.
He tightened his grip on her head.
"It's Anna, isn't it?" sighed Rebekkah.
He snarled, a low snarl.
"I want to make you happy, Vladislaus," she whispered.
He was going to bite her then, finish her with a silver stake perhaps, but suddenly the eyes he was looking into became deeper and slightly less round. The face became longer, darker, more beautiful. The hair in Dracula's finger was long, curly and dark.
Rebekkah had assumed Anna's form.
"I will make you happy, Vladislaus," she whispered, her voice Anna's.
Then he was kissing her passionately, even though he knew it wasn't really Anna, his lips working quickly and insanely, his teeth sliding out to chew Rebekkah's lips, to taste her blood. His lips moved down her face and into her neck, and there he chewed, nibbled and kissed, whilst Rebekkah became free and relaxed in his arms.
He stroked her hair, loving the feel of her curls. Then, it was shorter, straighter, finer. He quickly stepped back to see that Rebekkah had taken on her own form again. Her own black blood poured down her chin, down her neck, staining her shirt. She sighed.
"I am sorry, Vladislaus, I want to make you happy as me," she sighed.
He groaned, shook his head. "I am sorry too. My darling."
"Let me bite you, Vladislaus," she whispered.
Rebekkah landed on the windowsill, and assumed her human form, her face serious and her eyes revealing her slight fear.
"I assume you didn't bring her back," Dracula said slowly.
Rebekkah lowered her head. Her fine hair veiled her face. "I am sorry, Vladislaus."
He reached out slowly, stroking her cheek with one of his fingers, wondering if Anna's skin would feel softer and smoother. "You have fed this night."
"Yes," said Rebekkah, slowly raising her eyes to his. "A mother and child."
Dracula laughed. "Good girl."
Rebekkah's eyes darkened. "What is wrong, Vladislaus?"
He shook his head, and turned away, walking over to the bed, and leaning against the footboard. She followed him over.
"Do I not make you happy?" she whispered.
He grabbed her face suddenly with both hands. "You can never make me satisfied," he hissed.
"Why? Why not?" she breathed.
His temper was raised now. She was so ignorant, so insistant. "Because I don't love you!"
"Who do you love, Vladislaus?" she asked.
He tightened his grip on her head.
"It's Anna, isn't it?" sighed Rebekkah.
He snarled, a low snarl.
"I want to make you happy, Vladislaus," she whispered.
He was going to bite her then, finish her with a silver stake perhaps, but suddenly the eyes he was looking into became deeper and slightly less round. The face became longer, darker, more beautiful. The hair in Dracula's finger was long, curly and dark.
Rebekkah had assumed Anna's form.
"I will make you happy, Vladislaus," she whispered, her voice Anna's.
Then he was kissing her passionately, even though he knew it wasn't really Anna, his lips working quickly and insanely, his teeth sliding out to chew Rebekkah's lips, to taste her blood. His lips moved down her face and into her neck, and there he chewed, nibbled and kissed, whilst Rebekkah became free and relaxed in his arms.
He stroked her hair, loving the feel of her curls. Then, it was shorter, straighter, finer. He quickly stepped back to see that Rebekkah had taken on her own form again. Her own black blood poured down her chin, down her neck, staining her shirt. She sighed.
"I am sorry, Vladislaus, I want to make you happy as me," she sighed.
He groaned, shook his head. "I am sorry too. My darling."
"Let me bite you, Vladislaus," she whispered.