Adrian's eyes flutter open but everything is dark. She is laying
comfortably on her back, her head on a soft feather pillow and what feels
like many think blankets under her and a thin one covering her up to her
torso. The air around her is warm and humid and she inhales deeply through
her mouth. A stab of pain in her side brings back frightening memories of
last night. She had passed out. How could she have allowed herself to do
that with that... thing hovering over her? Adrian laid very still in her
little bed, not wanting to be seen if there was someone standing in the
darkness, then it hit her. She panicked and her breath quickened. She
wasn't in a bed in the darkness; she was in a large coffin, Dracula's
coffin. A sound of worry escaped her as she stared into the darkness easily
lifting her hands up towards the top of the coffin. Feeling the stone lid,
she softly pushed, despite the pain in her side, without the top budging.
She moved to the closest side feeling the cold stone against her bare arm
and realized than, with the exception of a bandage around her middle, she
was nude. Adrian pulled the light blanket around her and sat up as much as
she could, and pressed with all her strength at the lid, but it stayed put.
Her mind raced. Had he made her like him? Had he had trapped her and left
her to die? If either of those was the case, she would make it hell for
him. She moved to the other side of the coffin and searched for any visible
seals that would let air in, and sound out. She found one, but it was at a
too awkward position to look through. Taking a deep breath of the humid air
she lets out an ear-piercing scream as loud as she could make it. She stops
after a few seconds and holds her hands over her ears to stop the ringing
due to the echo of the stone tomb. She took another breath and covered her
ears and screamed out, "DRACULA! DRACULA WHEN I GET OUT OF HER I AM GOING
TO KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU!"
"Aw, poor baby. Are you frightened now?" A female voice called from beside the coffin. Adrian knew the voice. The monster from the orphanage was taunting her. Adrian was filled with an intense hate and began to whisper, watching the seal for a shadow or sign that the vampire was close. She got her wish and saw a faint shadow as the vampire knelt beside the seal of the coffin. Adrian got at close to the seal as possible and let out another scattering scream. The vampire let out a scream of surprise and pain as she held her ears and fell away from the coffin. Adrian stopped and listened until she felt the coffin shift suddenly, making her slam into a stonewall of the coffin. The coffin shifted again the other way slamming Adrian into the other wall. The vampire continued shaking the coffin, as Adrian struggled to brace herself with blankets and the pillow but they suddenly seemed not as soft as they once more.
A strong voice filled the room, "Verona!"
The power of his voice sent a shiver up her spine and the shaking stopped, it was Dracula.
Verona's voice, "Master. You said you would kill her. You promised she would die."
"Do not dare call me a fake!"
"Never Master."
"Leave us."
There was the shutting of a door and then soft footsteps around the coffin. Adrian gathers herself to try and seem calmer and speaks. "Dracula. I'm going to kill you when I get out of here, I swear."
"Now now, why are you so angry?" He sits on the top of the coffin.
"You hunt me, steal my knife, hurt me, put me in a locked coffin, and promise someone that you will kill me. And you ask me why I am angry." She gives a sort of half laugh.
"I also didn't harm you the first time and offered you your knife on the condition you come here with me." His voice lowered, "And how do you know you are not dead now?" Adrian's hands flew to her neck, searching for any bites and found none. She checked her pulse and found her heart beating fast, given such a fright.
"Let me out Dracula." She says in a dangerous voice.
"Did you not say that if I let you out, you would attempt to kill me?"
"I will kill you."
"Then why should I let you out? I could leave you in here and be bothered only by your constant screams when Verona comes in to visit you." He leans down to the seal of the coffin, "What makes you believe you can even kill me? No one can."
"I can and will kill you, you fucking blood sucker."
The top swings open to a pissed off Dracula and before Adrian can move, he in the large stone coffin with her, the lid closed, in the darkness. Adrian holds the blanket around her and attacks him blindly. He easily catches her wrists and she resorts to kicking out at him. He holds her wrists tight to the point of cutting off circulation and pushes her against one wall. "That is enough." His voice silences her and stops her frantic kicking. He releases her numb wrists and she huddles against the wall, attempting to get as far from him as she can. Her frightened eyes search the darkness, unable to see him even in such a cramped space. A cold, strong hand comes to rest on her bandaged side. She jumps, only held by that hand which begins to feel very warm and comforting. She shakes the thought from her mind and buries her frightened face from his sight, unwilling to let him see tears and believe he had won. But he had won, and she knew it. The hand on her side moves slowly and delicately following the bandage around to her back and he is suddenly next to her, whispering in her ear. "You should not be on your side, you have yet to recover from your injuries." She keeps silent, not trusting her voice. His hand wraps around her back and pulls her to him, easing her onto her back her head resting on his chest like a pillow. She didn't like this at all. Her vulnerable neck was facing him and one of his arms was draped over her stomach on top of the bandage. He had too much control. His other hand rests gently on her forehead, "Calm yourself young one. I can hear your heart. It's beating so fast."
"What do you expect? I'm trapped in a coffin with a leech, naked." There was a quite laugh from him and she turned to where she though his head would be. "Do you find this amusing?"
"I find this humorous, yes." The hand on her forehead moved to her cheek and moved her head to face him directly.
"Do you always torture your enemies like this?"
His voice grew soft, almost soothing, "No, you are receiving special attention."
Adrian laid her head back down how it was and closed her eyes, wondering what her parents had thought happened. She curled up next to Dracula and wished to be back with them, they were not perfect but they had lost their last daughter this way. That made her eyes open wide. Dracula had killed their last daughter and he admitted it to her and now she was just getting comfortable. That wasn't like her at all. She took her head from his chest and attempted to move away from him, but his arm held her in place.
She struggled to move but he held her fast and spoke to her. "Do not fight me Orphan. You can not win against me." His voice didn't have the kindness it held before.
"Do not call me Orphan."
"I will call you what ever I care to. An orphan is all you are now."
Adrian pretended to try to move again but instead elbowed Dracula in the chest. He released his grip just enough for her to move away to the other side of the coffin. His arm shot out, gripped around her shoulders and pulled her to him. She felt his breath on her neck and panicked, pulling and scratching at him until she no longer had energy. Dracula pinned her against the wall, and forced her to look into the darkness, supposedly where his eyes would be, as if she could see in the dark.
"I told you not to fight me, human." His voice was cold and made her want to cower, but she looked hard into the darkness, "That you could not win. You did not listen. Now look what you have brought upon yourself." She attempted to move but he pulled her back hard. His warm breath was on her neck again. His voice lowers and becomes soft again, yet loses none of its potency. "You taunt me like this orphan," He nuzzles her neck. "And the time I have spent here with you has prevented me from going out for my hunt."
Adrian, still worn out from her struggling, moves slightly, getting her neck away from his gentle nuzzling. "I wont let you."
"I will make this easy for you. I am very hungry and you are the closest food source here. I would have no problem drinking from you, killing you, or even making you a vampire. I might even have a little fun while doing it." He pulls her over to him again, the only thing separating her naked body from him being the light blanket. "But, there is a way you could avoid that." Adrian looks up in the direction his voice came from, his arms holding her close. "You could prevent all that pain just by begging me not to do it."
Her eyes grew almost as cold as his, "I will not beg to something like you."
"Perhaps you will change your mind later." He held her tighter against him and moved her hair away from the soft skin of her neck. His tongue ran slowly over her skin and he whispers in her ear, "This is how I torture my enemies." In a quick movement, his fangs bury themselves in her neck and she lets out a stifled scream. She feels his teeth digging deeper and realizes that he isn't drinking any of the blood; he is just trying to cause her as much pain as he can. His teeth tighten and he shakes his head, like a dog tearing apart a toy.
The pain is just too severe and she reaches out blindly and grabs hold of his black shirt. "Please, please make it stop. Please stop." Tears of pain and defeat stream down her face as the shaking stops and the teeth remove themselves from her flesh. She feels warm liquid run down her neck and she sobs as a hand unwraps from around her and carefully runs two fingers over the backs of her fists, which are still clenched around the soft fabric of his shirt. She looks up at him and his eyes seem to glow in the dark, they look so kind, so inviting, so comforting. She quickly wraps her arms around him in a frightened hug and buries her head in his shirt. Dracula smiles and moves so as to keep Adrian comfortable and have comfortable access to her bleeding neck. She rests her head on his chest and feels him pull her up towards his head. There is a brief moment of pain as he brings back the heavy blood flow and then just the warmth of his tongue on her flesh, lapping up the blood.
"Aw, poor baby. Are you frightened now?" A female voice called from beside the coffin. Adrian knew the voice. The monster from the orphanage was taunting her. Adrian was filled with an intense hate and began to whisper, watching the seal for a shadow or sign that the vampire was close. She got her wish and saw a faint shadow as the vampire knelt beside the seal of the coffin. Adrian got at close to the seal as possible and let out another scattering scream. The vampire let out a scream of surprise and pain as she held her ears and fell away from the coffin. Adrian stopped and listened until she felt the coffin shift suddenly, making her slam into a stonewall of the coffin. The coffin shifted again the other way slamming Adrian into the other wall. The vampire continued shaking the coffin, as Adrian struggled to brace herself with blankets and the pillow but they suddenly seemed not as soft as they once more.
A strong voice filled the room, "Verona!"
The power of his voice sent a shiver up her spine and the shaking stopped, it was Dracula.
Verona's voice, "Master. You said you would kill her. You promised she would die."
"Do not dare call me a fake!"
"Never Master."
"Leave us."
There was the shutting of a door and then soft footsteps around the coffin. Adrian gathers herself to try and seem calmer and speaks. "Dracula. I'm going to kill you when I get out of here, I swear."
"Now now, why are you so angry?" He sits on the top of the coffin.
"You hunt me, steal my knife, hurt me, put me in a locked coffin, and promise someone that you will kill me. And you ask me why I am angry." She gives a sort of half laugh.
"I also didn't harm you the first time and offered you your knife on the condition you come here with me." His voice lowered, "And how do you know you are not dead now?" Adrian's hands flew to her neck, searching for any bites and found none. She checked her pulse and found her heart beating fast, given such a fright.
"Let me out Dracula." She says in a dangerous voice.
"Did you not say that if I let you out, you would attempt to kill me?"
"I will kill you."
"Then why should I let you out? I could leave you in here and be bothered only by your constant screams when Verona comes in to visit you." He leans down to the seal of the coffin, "What makes you believe you can even kill me? No one can."
"I can and will kill you, you fucking blood sucker."
The top swings open to a pissed off Dracula and before Adrian can move, he in the large stone coffin with her, the lid closed, in the darkness. Adrian holds the blanket around her and attacks him blindly. He easily catches her wrists and she resorts to kicking out at him. He holds her wrists tight to the point of cutting off circulation and pushes her against one wall. "That is enough." His voice silences her and stops her frantic kicking. He releases her numb wrists and she huddles against the wall, attempting to get as far from him as she can. Her frightened eyes search the darkness, unable to see him even in such a cramped space. A cold, strong hand comes to rest on her bandaged side. She jumps, only held by that hand which begins to feel very warm and comforting. She shakes the thought from her mind and buries her frightened face from his sight, unwilling to let him see tears and believe he had won. But he had won, and she knew it. The hand on her side moves slowly and delicately following the bandage around to her back and he is suddenly next to her, whispering in her ear. "You should not be on your side, you have yet to recover from your injuries." She keeps silent, not trusting her voice. His hand wraps around her back and pulls her to him, easing her onto her back her head resting on his chest like a pillow. She didn't like this at all. Her vulnerable neck was facing him and one of his arms was draped over her stomach on top of the bandage. He had too much control. His other hand rests gently on her forehead, "Calm yourself young one. I can hear your heart. It's beating so fast."
"What do you expect? I'm trapped in a coffin with a leech, naked." There was a quite laugh from him and she turned to where she though his head would be. "Do you find this amusing?"
"I find this humorous, yes." The hand on her forehead moved to her cheek and moved her head to face him directly.
"Do you always torture your enemies like this?"
His voice grew soft, almost soothing, "No, you are receiving special attention."
Adrian laid her head back down how it was and closed her eyes, wondering what her parents had thought happened. She curled up next to Dracula and wished to be back with them, they were not perfect but they had lost their last daughter this way. That made her eyes open wide. Dracula had killed their last daughter and he admitted it to her and now she was just getting comfortable. That wasn't like her at all. She took her head from his chest and attempted to move away from him, but his arm held her in place.
She struggled to move but he held her fast and spoke to her. "Do not fight me Orphan. You can not win against me." His voice didn't have the kindness it held before.
"Do not call me Orphan."
"I will call you what ever I care to. An orphan is all you are now."
Adrian pretended to try to move again but instead elbowed Dracula in the chest. He released his grip just enough for her to move away to the other side of the coffin. His arm shot out, gripped around her shoulders and pulled her to him. She felt his breath on her neck and panicked, pulling and scratching at him until she no longer had energy. Dracula pinned her against the wall, and forced her to look into the darkness, supposedly where his eyes would be, as if she could see in the dark.
"I told you not to fight me, human." His voice was cold and made her want to cower, but she looked hard into the darkness, "That you could not win. You did not listen. Now look what you have brought upon yourself." She attempted to move but he pulled her back hard. His warm breath was on her neck again. His voice lowers and becomes soft again, yet loses none of its potency. "You taunt me like this orphan," He nuzzles her neck. "And the time I have spent here with you has prevented me from going out for my hunt."
Adrian, still worn out from her struggling, moves slightly, getting her neck away from his gentle nuzzling. "I wont let you."
"I will make this easy for you. I am very hungry and you are the closest food source here. I would have no problem drinking from you, killing you, or even making you a vampire. I might even have a little fun while doing it." He pulls her over to him again, the only thing separating her naked body from him being the light blanket. "But, there is a way you could avoid that." Adrian looks up in the direction his voice came from, his arms holding her close. "You could prevent all that pain just by begging me not to do it."
Her eyes grew almost as cold as his, "I will not beg to something like you."
"Perhaps you will change your mind later." He held her tighter against him and moved her hair away from the soft skin of her neck. His tongue ran slowly over her skin and he whispers in her ear, "This is how I torture my enemies." In a quick movement, his fangs bury themselves in her neck and she lets out a stifled scream. She feels his teeth digging deeper and realizes that he isn't drinking any of the blood; he is just trying to cause her as much pain as he can. His teeth tighten and he shakes his head, like a dog tearing apart a toy.
The pain is just too severe and she reaches out blindly and grabs hold of his black shirt. "Please, please make it stop. Please stop." Tears of pain and defeat stream down her face as the shaking stops and the teeth remove themselves from her flesh. She feels warm liquid run down her neck and she sobs as a hand unwraps from around her and carefully runs two fingers over the backs of her fists, which are still clenched around the soft fabric of his shirt. She looks up at him and his eyes seem to glow in the dark, they look so kind, so inviting, so comforting. She quickly wraps her arms around him in a frightened hug and buries her head in his shirt. Dracula smiles and moves so as to keep Adrian comfortable and have comfortable access to her bleeding neck. She rests her head on his chest and feels him pull her up towards his head. There is a brief moment of pain as he brings back the heavy blood flow and then just the warmth of his tongue on her flesh, lapping up the blood.