Hey hey!! My newest chapter, god I love this story!! This chapter is going out to Countess Alana, Dracula is especially sensuous in this one!!! I'm sure you'll love it!
Chapter 11
"There must be more to this than just what you told us." Velkan said, at the closing of my small story. I glared at Velkan, sending him to silence. Anna shot a quick look between the both of us, confusion gracing her dark features. I blushed quietly at her intent glances.
"No, that is all I remember." I replied quickly. I rose from where I sat and smiled at them both. "I am exhausted. May I rest?" Anne remained silent for a moment. Most likely perusing the story I had told her through her head. A sick feeling in my stomach slowly began to grow as I noticed her dark eyes glowing with a questioning gleam.
"It is late." Velkan said, rising from his seat as well. "Come, Anna." He said simply. Anna rose suspiciously from her seat, looking towards her brother. "I thought you wanted to know more." Anna replied.
"Let us leave her for now." Velkan answered, locking his eyes on mine. "I'm sure she would be happy to answer any questions we may have tomorrow."
"I suppose." Anna replied. She smiled at me and took her brother's arm. "I will see you tomorrow, Christine." She said gently. "Come Velkan."
Velkan smiled at me, a longing gaze briefly showing in his eyes. I smiled back. "Goodnight, Anna," I said to her. "Goodnight, Velkan…" I said to him. His gaze lingered on me for a moment to long. Anna jerked him away, leading him towards the door.
"Goodnight…" Velkan said. Anna smiled at me and whispered a silent goodbye before quietly closing the door behind them.
I was finally alone. I looked around my room, feeling the warmth of it surround me. The small light cast by the light from my bedside table illuminated just enough light for me to read the time on the clock. Midnight.
I hesitated for a moment, deciding whether I should undress. It took a moment before I decided. Angrily, I ripped at the bodice of my dress, pulling it off me and throwing it across the room in total and complete fury. That gown disgusted me more and more as I looked at it piled carelessly on the ground. I turned away, never wanting to see it again.
The corset took a bit longer to undo, because the lacing had been done so tightly. I finally stepped out of it and looked at the nightgown that Anna had brought for me to wear. I threw it on, and fell into the soft pillows and mattress of my bed, falling asleep almost as soon as I covered myself with the blankets.
"I see Velkan has taken a fancy to you. As I hoped he would…" I looked around my room. I heard the chime of the grandfather clock from down the hall, calling to attention the fact that it was three in the morning.
The light had completely gone out. I saw no one as I raised my head from the pillow in fear. "I'm hurt. I expected you would recognize my voice by now…" he murmured. I could feel his breath at my ear and I jumped away. I felt the bed lower as he took a seat by me. My heart felt as if it would stop at any moment.
"How did you come here?" I whispered. He laughed quietly, so as not to awake Anna or Velkan.
"This was my home many, many years ago. I have my ways, I suppose." He answered in reply. His eyes traveled downwards. "This bed is rather comfortable." He said quietly. I felt him lie back, and I jumped away from the bed. I strained my eyes to catch a glimpse of him, but try as I might, I could do nothing to help myself. His even breathing was the only clue that helped me to realize he was still in the room.
"You are doing this." I said simply. "You have possessed Velkan somehow. Bewitched him." I continued. I heard his footsteps cross the room, and he quickly took a match to a candle illuminating the room in harsh light. I covered my eyes in surprise. It took moments before I could become accustomed to it.
"I have done nothing. I've only opened your eyes to it." He said simply. "I am merely a vampire, not a witch." He continued. I opened my eyes and found him standing by the lit candle, a handsome smirk on his lips.
"Why are you here?" I asked him. He smiled but did not reply to my inquiry.
"Christine." He said quietly. "I told you I would come to ask after you." He continued. He moved away from the candle and slowly began to approach me. "I was beginning to miss the verbal sparring matches we had." He said.
"I'm sure." I muttered in reply. He smiled back at me.
"You are a very, very interesting creature indeed." He said suddenly. I looked up at him in surprise. I did not expect to hear him say that. He turned away from me and headed towards the candlelit table. His back to me, he slowly began run his finger directly over the flame.
"I love the heat. Such a small flame, yet it creates so much light." He continued. "It warms my cold skin, if only for a few moments." He said quietly. I glared at him in confusion. He turned to face me again, smirking.
"If you have come here to play with my candle, then take it and leave." I said. He laughed uproariously, but I was surprised to notice not a soul wake to his laugh.
"Christine, there is something else in this room that could warm my skin better than a candle could…" he said silently. He was at my side in a moment, his hand tightly around my neck. My hands reached up to try to pull his away, but to no avail. I could only struggle for a breath of air.
"Charlotte…" he sneered, smiling angrily at my face as he turned it this way and that. "You are all Charlotte." He said. I gasped for breath, my face slowly turning red from lack of air. He released me suddenly, sending me into a fit of coughing.
"Such a coquette…" he murmured to himself. I had fallen to the floor by then, grasping my neck in shock. My eyes drifted up to meet his. He smiled down at me. "Such the coquette you are, much like Charlotte was." He said. I struggled to voice a reply, but nothing came.
"You cannot speak?" he asked, holding his hand up to his ear. "I'm sorry, I cannot hear you." He said. I glared at him angrily and looked towards the ground. "Do you know what you do?" I looked away from him angrily.
"You tempt the young prince of the gypsies. You toy with him. You toy with me now!" he said, pointing towards himself. It almost seemed to me as if he ordered it. I looked up at him in shock. "Oh, you haven't realized it yet?" he asked. "Why do you think I allow you to live? As much as I hate the games you play, I love to feel what I feel. You make me live again." He said. He knelt down and cupped my chin in his hands. Smiling, he began to speak again.
"Velkan is beginning to lust after you, yes…" he said silently, his gaze growing faraway. "He lies in his bed now, thinking of you. How convenient is that? He wants to feel you in his arms. He wants you…he wants you laying beside him in his bed…" he smirked suddenly. "Should I tell you more? Should I tell you exactly what he is thinking?" he smiled suddenly. "Perhaps not." He continued. There was a second of silence before he continued. "But I will not let him have you. I will help you tempt him. I will help you toy with him. Then I will snatch you away." He said, snapping his fingers. "Like that." My eyes glowed with rage. It was minutes before he spoke again.
"Warm my skin, Christine." He said after a moment. I called out Anne's name, but nothing came of it. My voice failed me. Dracula could only sneer. "Warm my skin again." I felt him wrap his arms around me. I was powerless to stop him.
"Let me go." I voiced suddenly. He pulled away, somewhat amused.
"Let you go. Let you go?" he asked. "I think not. But, I will do something for you. I will give you a gift." He answered. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the necklace I had thrown from the carriage. "You seemed to have lost this." He said. He reached around me and clasped the necklace around my neck.
"So beautiful…" he continued, deathly silent. He reached with his hand out to touch the stone. In a moment it had drifted from the necklace to my bare skin. "I can feel your heartbeat. It beats so quickly. Can you hear it?" He said quietly. Smiling, he leaned in closer to me, his face inches from my own. "Do I scare you?" he asked. His lips were so close to my own, that I felt them brush against mine. He pulled away slightly. "Whom will you choose?" he said. "Would you choose myself, or the handsome prince? Quite a story that would be, wouldn't it?" he asked. I glared at him in confusion. His breathing slowly grew uneven as he took a deep breath. He stood and rose, circling around me for quite a while. He stopped suddenly behind me and quickly knelt on the floor.
"Call to him." He said simply. I could do nothing. I could feel his breath in my hair. "Call to your prince…" he murmured. I felt his hand reach up to unpin my hair. My breathing began to grow ragged. Suddenly, my hair had fallen free. His hands touched its waves before traveling to my neck, down through my arms. "You sit here, still as a doll, and yet you still tempt me…" He murmured, his breath at my neck. I felt his hands leave my arms and travel to my waist, holding it firmly. I gasped in surprise. I turned my head and noticed his smirk. "Do I tempt you?" he asked, so innocently. I looked away angrily. His hands traveled to my hips, circling to the small of my stomach. My heart beat so loudly I was sure he could hear it. Almost without thinking my hands moved to where his was, holding them in place. I was entranced. He smiled.
"Do you think of your prince now?" he asked, so quietly. He did not move his hands away from mine, breathing deeply as he felt them warm under my own. He moved lower, brushing them against the top of my thighs. I squirmed uncomfortably. "You didn't like that?" he asked. He moved away from my legs, up just below my breasts. "Wouldn't Velkan love to see you now, in the state I have brought you to…" he whispered, kissing me on the neck. He pushed me against him roughly, and for a moment, I felt immense heat coming from him. My hands I still kept tightly on top of his, as his traveled further barely brushing my breasts. They grew still on my chest, feeling my heartbeat. He smiled.
"I cannot kill you." He murmured quietly. His hands moved down from my chest, to my breasts. His fingertips barely touched me. My eyes closed dreamily. His hands slowly came to rest on my hips once again. When I opened my eyes, I was standing. He was behind me, kissing me. "Velkan!" he hissed suddenly. He turned me to face him violently. "Even now you think of him!" he said angrily. His face softened somewhat as his gaze traveled to my neck. "Even now…" he said quietly. His hands at the small of my back, he pushed me against him. My eyes drifted shut as his lips just barely touched my shoulder. His cold breath sent shivers up my spine. He stopped momentarily and looked at me.
"You have nothing at all to say?" he said quietly. I did not answer. Smirking, his lips traveled to my neck. I felt his teeth barely touch the tender flesh, making me jump in answer. I pushed away from him. He sneered angrily.
"Go to your brides!" I screamed. "You have three. You do not need another!" I yelled. He began to pace back and forth, his gaze locked on me.
"Perhaps I do." he said quietly, in answer. "I will do as you wish, for now at least." He said. "You have done what I have asked you to do. You made me feel alive again…" he said. I blinked only for a moment, and he was gone.