Author's Notes (Please read before continuing to the next chapter)

To those of you who have read the first ten chapters of this story. I have modified the these chapters of this story mostly just adding more description and fixing the spelling, however in chapter eight where Poison talks to Carl and Van Helsing in her home there has been a small change I would like to advise you about. Before this update, Poison was said to have remembered some of her past, now this is no longer the case. I am sorry for any inconveniences this has caused you.

Also I have left this chapter at PG-13, but as I am neither thirteen or on the ratings board, I only have a rough idea of what is acceptable, so if you have any problems with this chapter please let me know and I will be happy to change it.

Chapter Eleven

"What are you doing?" Yelled an angry masculine voice.

"Well I was sleeping," muttered Poison, her eyes still closed.

She felt Velkan's body stiffen up. She grumbled and sat up. Standing in the doorway of the room was Dracula, an angry look on his face. His arms were crossed tightly across his chest.

"Oh it's just you," she muttered. 'At least he's properly dressed this time,' she thought to herself. She was just about to slump back down and go back to sleep, when she noticed Velkan's petrified looking face.

She climbed off of the bed and got up stood before Dracula.

"Velkan just go," she said turning to look at him. Velkan got up and stood next to the bed.

"Don't move," Dracula grumbled to Velkan, before he could take another step.

"Dracula this is between you and me." Poison growled back. Although she did not know why Dracula was so angry. Dracula nodded and Velkan slipped by. A few minutes silence past before Dracula let fly.

"How dare you," he grumbled, pure anger filled his eyes.

"How dare I what? I am not your property I can do whatever I want," she replied.

Dracula slapped Poison hard across her left cheek. Poison put her hand up to her cheek, which burnt with pain. Dracula stood before Poison looking down at her.

"I don't usually hit women," he replied, sounding sorry for what he had done.

"Then why did you hit me?"

"You needed to be taught a lesson."

"I am not your student," she growled at him.

He raised his hand about to slap her again; Poison flinched waiting for the blow. When he didn't hit her she turned to look at him. He moved towards her until he was so close his nose was almost touching her own. Poison felt awkward being this close to him and tried to move backwards, but before she could move Dracula grabbed her by the shoulders.

He pulled her in closer to him and his deep brown eyes studied her face. Her body became tense, but before Poison knew what was going on, Dracula was kissing her. It was rough, driven entirely by lust. Poison relaxed in his grip closing her eyes, as Dracula opened her mouth with his tongue, exploring its every inch.

Eventually it was Dracula who pulled away first. Poison kept her eyes closed even after he had pulled away. When she finally opened her eyes and realised who she had been kissing she was furious, but before she could say anything she found herself kissing Dracula again, this time more gentle and lovingly. Dracula pulled her in close to him wrapping his arms around her. Poison eventually pulled away, she rubbed her nose against Dracula's.

"I love you," she whispered. "I will always love you even in death."

"Please can we just forget about that? I want to be with you even if it is for the last time," he replied kissing her on the forehead.

Dracula lifted Poison up, grabbing her bottom half and tipping her back to catch her top half with his other hand. He carried her to her bed and gently placed her on it. Resting her head on the pillow. Dracula walked around the bed and removed his boots before climbing onto the bed. Dracula shuffled across the bed until he was right next to Poison, who pulled his head down so it was on top of hers. She kissed him softly.

Dracula placed his hand behind Poison's head and gently lifted her head with his own, never letting go of her lips. He pulled away and studied her face. Both Poison and Dracula were now sitting up. Dracula moved down to the end of the bed and Poison stretched her legs out. Dracula kneeled down in front of her feet and placed his hands on top of them. Slowly he slid his hands up her legs his body following his hands. He reached her thighs and moved his hands slowly over the outer rims of her underwear, he pulled them off slowly and threw them on the floor. Then he moved his fingers very slowly to the inside of her thighs. Poison groaned softly, her body begging him to go further, but he stopped. He always was a tease.

He sat on the top of her thighs and pulled her face into his. He kissed her softly while slowly untying the ties at the back of her corset. Once loose he pulled her dress over her head and flung that on the floor. He studied her now naked body; Poison watched his eyes smiling softly at him.

She pushed her weight against his and rolled over on top of him. Poison lay on top of Dracula giggling. She pulled him up, sitting on his lap. She slowly pulled his jacket off of his shoulders and dropped it on the floor beside her. Then she slowly unbuttoned his shirt, she looked him in the eyes while doing this. His eyes seemed to plead with her. His hair had become ruffled so she pulled his now loose clip out of his hair. It made a clanging noise as it hit the ground. She messed up his hair, so he did the same to hers. They probably both looked like giant fuzz balls, but they didn't care.

Poison pulled Dracula's pants off and wrapped them around her neck like a scarf, giggling like a schoolgirl. Dracula pulled them off of her and threw them away.

Dracula leant up to her face and kissed her gently sucking on her bottom lip.

"God I love you," he told her.

"Tsk tsk, you swore, your not supposed to swear," she laughed at him.

"I am not supposed to be with you either." He replied looking at her seriously, "But I can't help myself."

Poison kissed him and wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning him back onto the bed. They made love, like it would be the last time they would ever be together, for it just might be.

After they cuddled up together, Dracula lay on his back holding Poison close to him, her right hand holding his and laying on top of his stomach. Poison rolled her wedding ring up and down her finger as she laid her head on Dracula's warm sweaty chest. Dracula put his nose in Poison's hair inhaling its smell. Her hair always smelt like fresh cut flowers and Dracula found it intoxicating. Before he had met Poison he had never spent time to stop and smell flowers, yet now he found himself looking for them just so he could be reminded of her.

"Do you think we'll go to Heaven or Hell?" Poison asked.

"I don't care as long as we're together," Dracula replied in a sleepy voice.

Poison was satisfied with that answer, so she nuzzled into Dracula's chest, listening to his heartbeat as she fell asleep.

I know you're all thinking "but Dracula doesn't have a heartbeat..."Don't fret all will be explained soon.