Okay, another warning of a sex scene in this chapter, and I own Isabel, Verishka, and the little village boy! But nobody else sniffs It was hard at first for Verishka to accept the fact that she was alone. It also was not extremely true at first. In the beginning she stayed in no place very long. Spending about one or two nights in a city before moving on. This was because everywhere she went, she felt Dracula in pursuit. He was always there, watching her from the shadows, hiding behind the corner, for a presence as dark as his was not easily hidden. She went from Scotland to Germany and to some parts of western Russia before she decided it had to end somewhere.

She flew into Madrid, Spain one night and decided that would be her home. On a cold night she went into a jewelry store, poured her bag of jewels out and asked in perfect spanish, "How much money will you give me for all of this?" The jeweler looked at her with amazement as he handed her a relatively large bag of golden coins. As a part of her many powers, Verishka was surprised to learn that she was now fluent in almost every language. Which served her much better than only knowing english and romanian.

With the money that she received from the jewelry she was able to buy a large house that was on the edge of Madrid. It was extremely open and airy with balconies and verandahs. It was elegantly furnished and the decorating incorporated spanish art with rich reds, greens, and golds. Verishka could appreciate the warmer climate compared to her native and frigid Translyvania.

She kept to herself at first, trying to get use to living alone. However eventually she found several nobles of Spain that were vampires, and spent some time with them socializing. All of her socializing was a desperate attempt to keep her mind off Dracula. However every time someone would say, "Where is your husband?" or "How could you leave a man like that?" her mind would be brought back to the same reality that she once possessed the greatest thing anyone could: his love, and lost it. There would be instances where she could spend hours wondering if there was a chance that he still loved her. All that ever resulted in was her tiring earlier than normal having still not reached a conclusion. Not that it mattered because she could never go back to him after her, less than dignified exit.

The year was 1600. On a warm night just as any other, a vampire friend by the name of Isabel was visiting with Verishka. Isabel looked young like Verishka, and had dark brown hair, pulled back, however her skin was pale from sun deprivation whereas Verishka's was naturally white. As Isabel laid on a chaise lounge and Verishka gazed outside from a balcony, Isabel spoke, "If your trying to get your mind off him, you're going about it the wrong way." Verishka remained silent.

"You need to get out, have some fun, meet some men," Isabel said. The main difference between the two of them came in personality. Isabel was active, flirtatious and vibrant, where Verishka acted like she was older than time itself.

"I'm not looking for anyone else Isabel, I just don't want to love again," she said, not turning around.

"Hey, did I say love? What about fun? You're really letting him ruin your life by being so miserable," she said. Turning around and walking into the room Verishka spoke, "You did not know me before. Compared to then, I'm ridiculously happy."

"Okay, I'm cutting strait to the point. I think you and I should go out tonight... to town and have some fun, you know? No more moping around," Isabel suggested.

"Fine," Verishka said, "lead the way." The thought of getting out of the house suddenly appealed to her. Isabel stepped onto the balcony with Verishka right behind her. She jumped first and Verishka followed. The two let out ear piercing shrieks as the grew long, silver wings. They flew high as an attempt not to get noticed.

As they approached the town they dove into an alley and walked out into the town square. There were lights everywhere, people bustling around and smells of every food and spice imaginable. However it was something else that attracted the two vampires. Each person that passed had a heart beat that pounded in the heads of Isabel and Verishka. It was obvious they would need to feed before doing anything else.

Isabel started to look around for a suitable victim, when Verishka tapped her on the shoulder and motioned to a small boy. He appeared to be lost, and afraid, and his fear that increased his heart beat only made him more appealing.

"Oh Verishka, he's just a boy," Isabel said.

"Isabel, I'm the second to most powerful vampire in the world. Do you think I am going to be softened by his innocence? I thought you were hungry?" Verishka asked Isabel thought for a moment, "Fine, we shall share him."

They both approached the boy on either side before kneeling down to speak.

"Hello little boy," Verishka said innocently.

"Yes, are you lost without your mother?" Isabel hissed in his ear.

"Mama is gone, and I don't know where she went," he cried. He was obviously no older than seven.

"Oh don't you worry. Isabel and I are going to find her," Verishka purred.

"Yes, just come with us, right over here," Isabel cooed, ushering him towards an alley. His heart rate began to increase, which made both of their hungers grow.

Once in the alley Verishka wasted no time. Her eyes turned blood red and her fangs came down. She immediately silenced the boys soft, and pathetic whimpers and sunk her fangs into his neck. Isabel's eyes turned a deep yellow as her fangs elongated and she fed from the other side of his neck. The rich metallic liquid that filled their mouths, giving them such pleasure that it left them panting after they were finished.

"That was fantastic," Isabel said.

"And you doubted my taste," Verishka said.

"I won't do that again," Isabel sighed.

With that out of the way, the two of them left the alley and began to make their way into the plaza. They stayed there for the better part of the night. Dancing, flirting, however Isabel did most of the flirting as a part of Verishka still felt married. As the festival ended, Verishka and Isabel began to make their way back to Verishka's house, laughing and shoving each other as they went. Suddenly, Verishka stood up strait, shocked at the presence she felt which was making her frigid blood run even colder.

"It's him," she whispered.

"Who is it?" Isabel asked.

"This cannot be," Verishka exclaimed, starting to walk faster, pushing the door open as fast as she could. Isabel was quick to follow her. From the moment they stepped in the house they heard an enchanting, eery melody. It was only a piano, the one upstairs in fact, and Verishka knew the tune well because of it's Romanian origin. Isabel was going to stand there for a moment and listen to it, but she saw Verishka quickly heading upstairs and chose to follow.

"Verishka what on earth, are you going to tell me what's going on?" Isabel asked as they ran upstairs. Once they reached the top of the stairs Verishka froze in her tracks. Sitting at the piano, playing the song was an extremely handsome man who was lean, pale, and was dressed in a military styled black with his cloak resting on a nearby chair. His hair was jet black and was pulled back in a pony tail with loose strands framing his face.

Isabel froze as well, unsure of whether Verishka was weary of this man for some unknown reason, or if this was the infamous Count Dracula that she had heard so much about. She tried to read Verishka's mind, but Verishka was blocking her mind from anyone harder than ever. Once he finished he looked up from the keys and gave them both a seductive smile before saying, "Hello Verishka."

Verishka had never been so shocked in her life. She was taken aback by that thick, heavy, but smooth Romanian accent that caressed her ears like satin.

"Hello Vladislaus," she said. Dracula stood up from the piano and began to approach. Isabel got down on one knee out of respect. Dracula nodded and Isabel stood up quickly and left the room. Walking closer to Verishka he spoke again, "I beg of you say it again."

"What?" she asked.

"My name, say it. Let it roll of your tongue in your perfect Romanian accent," he pleaded.

"No, why are you here?" she demanded.

"Do I really need a reason to visit my wife?" he asked.

"In twenty five years I haven't seen you once. You're here for something now what is it?" she said impatiently.

"I've missed you," he stated.

"You have?" she asked.

"Yes," he said getting within an inch of her, "more than you can imagine." Then he kissed her, gentle at first, however it then grew as Dracula realized how much he had missed her. If he was death than her lips tasted like life. Verishka was surprised to find herself returning the kiss and wrapping her arms around him as she felt his around her waist. As they broke away and Dracula spoke, Verishka forgot all about resisting him as she melted in his arms.

"You've done better than I expected," he breathed down her neck.

"I have you to thank for all of it. Where it not for your jewels," she said, panting the last part as he started to plant kisses down her neck.

"I had wondered why you took those," he said between kisses. Using her arms she pulled herself into him as he gasped.

"Good, now my love, give yourself to me once more." As he spoke he began to plant hot kisses low on her neck, and on as much of her breasts as the dress would allow. She pulled herself closer to him so that there was no space between their bodies.

"I see you've missed me as well," Dracula said, slightly surprised.

"Yess, I missed you," she said, dreamily, "Vladislaus." Dracula felt shivers up his spine as she said his name.

"Good, now the bedroom?" he asked.

"Down the hall, to the right," she breathed, still in his arms. He then picked her up and, cradling her in his arms, began to walk to the bedroom. As they entered Dracula threw Verishka onto the bed and practically leaped on top of her. Like an animal he quickly worked her dress off as she gingerly took her time getting his clothing off. Dracula soon realized she was doing this to torture him.

"Alright, I was quick," he whined.

"Fine, I'll be nice," she said, and in one swift motion, both shirt and breeches were on the floor. Verishka ran her hands over his chest, remembering every inch of him. Dracula did the same, running his masterful hands all over her smooth, alabaster skin that glistened in the moonlight.

As he leaned in for another kiss, Verishka undid the tie in his hair and ran her fingers through the long, raven strands. Slowly she absorbed his scent, his taste, and every part of his flawless body. Dracula suddenly wrapped his firm arms around her back and held her against him. She whimpered slightly as she felt her body brought into contact with his. Tired of him making all of the moves, Verishka arched her lower back so that her pelvic region made contact with his. Unable to bare it any longer, they both moaned, not wanting to restain their reactions anymore.

Dracula then dipped her as she pretended to go limp in his arms. Gazing at her body that was now perfectly exposed to him he started to kiss her first in between her breasts, then down past her stomach and directly below her navel.

"Vladislaus," she breathed again as he looked up from her stomach.

"Yes?" he asked in a stated voice.

"Now, I can't bare it any longer," she pleaded, overcome with ecstasy.

Dracula did not bother to respond verbally. Instead he adjusted his grip on her and trusted upward inside of her. This time Verishka let out a loud moan, overwhelmed with a sensation she had not felt in years. Countless memories came flooding back to Dracula as he too let out cries of ecstasy. Taking hold of her lower waist as she put her arms on his back, guiding him up further inside of her, Dracula began to gently rock her in his arms. This made her cling to him tighter as they both began to pant.

"Yes, yes," she cried, as he kisses up and down her neck.

Their lovemaking continued deep into the night and the early

hours

of the morning. However once they collapsed out of exhaustion,

Dracula pulled the blanket over the two of them and blew all of the

candles that lit the room out in one small breath. He then fell

asleep, with her nuzzled against him. It felt good to have her

again.

It was only moments after the setting of the sun that Dracula awoke. Verishka was lightly sleeping with her head on his chest. He sighed to himself, "Twenty five years really is too long, we can't be parted again," the thought to himself.

Looking down at his wife Dracula felt very ... content to say the least. She looked flawlessly beautiful, with her deep brown hair and it's distinguished waves cascading down her back. Slowly and quietly, Dracula started taking one of the several golden strands that accented it and ran it through his fingers.

Suddenly he had an idea. She was asleep, which made this the perfect moment for him to see what she had been up to these past few years. Fixating his thoughts on her mind he found her memories. There was... pain, agony, sorrow, fear... endless nights alone. He saw her crying at night, the memory of their last fight playing over and over, and later, her burning herself with crucifixes. The memories became so painful that he was forced to stop.

He felt thoroughly disgusted with himself. Eventually he realized he couldn't stay, knowing the pain he'd caused her. Glancing around the room and realizing she had done well for herself he leaned over and kissed her on the shoulder.

"Please be happy," he whispered. He then quietly got dressed, and flew off back to Translyvania.