This chapter gets a pretty high rating: WARNING, there is rape in it. And I named it because the chase scene was inspired by the song Haunted by Evanescene, which I don't own!
For five years after that night, Verishka lived peacefully. She knew Dracula could not get to her easily as long as she had Michael, and Davor was like the son she never had. She had stopped treating him like a servant, and with his mother's permission, began tutoring him in literature, and history. They had become extremely close and Verishka was deeply considering turning him when he was older.
Michael also found himself enjoying his time there. With Verishka's help, he had learned to control his abilities, and could now change at will. He liked having someone to talk to who shared his blood lust. He and Verishka would even hunt together on occasion.
The year was 1700. On a night when Verishka and a twenty year old Davor were playing a game of chess, Davor suddenly spoke, "Verishka, why didn't Dracula tell you about your son sooner?"
"That was random," she said, "well, I killed myself to be with him. He thought that if I had known, that I would have regretted it. We can't have children now, and when we do, it's thousands of them, all born dead," she sighed.
"That seems so wrong," Davor said.
"Dracula had done so many wrong things Davor, it's not worth thinking of," she said, "and speaking of random, how do you feel about Egypt?"
"What about it?" he asked.
"I thought you and I could maybe go, take a nice holiday there," she said.
"That sounds... great!" Davor said, excited.
"Really?" she smiled.
"Yes. Um, Verishka?" he asked.
"Yes?"
"Am I like a son to you?" he asked. Verishka was slightly surprised by this question.
"Yes, and I love you, like a son," she said.
"Oh," he said, "thank you." He then tentatively embraced the two hundred and seventy one year old vampire. Pleased with this, she pulled him tighter.
"Why don't you go and start packing. We'll leave in three days," she said. Breaking away from the embrace he said, "All right, I.. love you too."
Verishka smiled as she went to open a book. For once, she finally felt at peace. Dracula seemed to have finally left her alone, and she once again had someone who brought meaning to her eternal life. Little did she know that the one person who could shatter that, was just one mile away, and on the hunt.
She suddenly stopped, at the feeling of a presence that would have made her heart rate double if it had a beat at all. But it couldn't be, she told herself. She was obviously just being paranoid. For a few more moments she sat there, in her study lit by only a few dim candles. She felt Michael tense up as well. He obviously sensed something too.
In his human form, Dracula strolled down the street before coming to a large estate.
"Well well Verishka, you certainly have done well," he murmured to himself. He glided upward and over the iron gate towards the house, when out of no where, a werewolf came at him, determined on biting. Dracula morphed and began fighting as well. 'This fine specimen of a werewolf must be Verishka's,' he thought to himself as he broke the thing's neck to a point where no immortality could repair it, and the werewolf laid dead on the ground.
As soon as she heard the snap of Michael's neck, Verishka knew she had to act fast. Although she was in nothing but a black, thin silk night gown, she had no time to get dressed. As fast as her legs could carry her she was down the stairs and out the back door. Even if it killed her, she was going to escape him. The thought of what he wanted to do to her was terrifying. She wasn't going to let him take her, and claim her again.
One she was outside, the wooded area behind her house looked forbidding in the dark of night and a chilling wind was blowing. Although she felt no cold, she wrapped her arms around herself in an embrace out of fear, rubbing her arms, which were bare from the nightgown.
Dracula walked down the hall of the house, gazing at the artwork that she had acquired through the years. He was about to get down to business with Verishka when he saw a man of about twenty. The man smelled of Verishka all over, and his mind was full of her memories and pain. Before the man could cry out, Dracula pinned him to the wall, squeezing his throat. His voice full of jealousy, he spat, "Why should she trust you with her pain, when she damn well knows that I still care? What makes you so worthy?" Davor tried to choke something out, but Dracula was cutting off his air. Then, Dracula let his entire mouth grow sharp teeth as he drained Davor of all blood before dropping him onto the floor.
Just as Verishka was about to head for the woods, hoping that Dracula wouldn't have the patience to follow her, the back door behind her swung open and she leaped into the air, at a speed unimaginable to man. As she violently flapped her wings, heading for the city she heard the screech of Dracula behind her, and she knew he was up to the chase.
Quickly her mind thought of ways to escape. Continuing to fly into the night and hope he gives up was out of the question, he was faster than her. Meeting him head on would not work for he was stronger than her. Her only option was to be more agile, perhaps she could loose him in the city. Soaring through the city as fast as her wings would carry her, she flew around several buildings, hoping his size would interfere with his turns. However it did not, and she began to fly upward, along the side of a building, going higher and higher. Once she reached the top she landed, no longer feeling his presence behind her. Morphing back into a human, she began to pant wildly. Soon, her non beating heart sank as she heard Dracula's voice. He was on the roof, thirty feet in front of her.
"Verishka, you know you cannot escape. Just give up and do this peacefully," he said calmly.
"Do not think for one moment that I'll give you what you want without a fight!" she yelled.
This angered him and he dove for her and changed at the same time. She quickly morphed and leaped off the building. At first she just let herself fall but that did not give her enough speed so she began to flap her wings. Dracula was right behind her and began to grab at her feet. Verishka tucked her feet under her and pulled up, nearly missing the ground. In one more cunning attempt she started weaving her way through street lamps. Every single time he followed carefree until she broke and dove under a nearby bridge and he didn't follow. Nothing had terrified her more than the look in his eyes when they were on the roof. There was no love in his eyes at all, only lust for her love that he longed for.
She landed in a lonely street and thought to go strait into some store that might be open. Dracula wouldn't want to reveal himself in front of a lot of people. As she walked by a lit store window with several people inside looking a jewelry, Dracula was suddenly right next to her. Not pausing a second, he pushed her out of anger and she went flying into the window before skidding on the floor. The women in the store screamed while the men began to fuss over Verishka.
"Are you all right miss?" one asked.
"I..." she started to say.
"Darling, are you all right?" Dracula asked. He had climbed through the window and was by her side.
"Please forgive me, he came up behind me, I didn't know what hit me, I couldn't stop him," Dracula lied.
Verishka scurried to her feet and got behind one man who was trying to help her up.
"Get away from me!" she yelled. People were starting to gather around to watch the drama unfold.
"Miss is this your husband?" the man asked.
"No! He's not! He wants to rape me! Don't let him take me," she wept, frantically.
"Sir, I assure you, I am her husband and that I have no intention of harming her. I just want to take her home. She's not quite right up here," Dracula said, pointing to his head. He then firmly pulled her from the man and picked her up, carrying her out of there. As he walked past the rows of people she was relentlessly kicking, clawing, and screaming, "NO, HE'S NOT MY HUSBAND! HELP, DON'T LET HIM..."
Suddenly a young man from the crowd stepped forth and approached.
"Excuse me sir, it this truly your wife I mean, she seems rather certain you mean her harm," he said.
"My good man, as noble as your intentions are, I think it is time you minded your own business," Dracula said, his eyes glowing and willing the man to leave.
Once they were out, Dracula turned a corner and went into an alley. Setting her down on her feet he then slapped her clear across the face. She gripped her cheek with both hands and cried out as he yelled, "That was for making a scene!" Returning the slap as hard as she could Verishka screamed, "And that was for being a bastard!" Dracula was shocked, know one had ever slapped him. What made her think she was entitled? This infuriated him.
"I'm tired of this. Submit now, and I won't make this painful," he said.
"Fine! But don't think for a second that I'm coming back with you," she said.
"Fine, I just need one night anyway," he said, "now come."
Not trusting her to fly back on her own he held her tightly against himself as he took off flying. The flight back to the estate was a silent one, as Verishka accepted the fact that she had lost. This time it was clearly out of Dracula's hands. He may have been hardened by death, but even the new heartless Dracula wouldn't do this. It was clearly Satan's hold over him.
Once they landed he put her down, grabbed her hand and started leading her up to the bedroom.
"Please Dracula I know you've missed me, I've missed you too, it's been too long. But you don't want to do this, this isn't you thinking, it's Satan. You've got to fight it, please!" she cried, trying to reach Dracula.
He paused for a moment, as if Dracula was making an attempt to break through and gain control again. He released her hand for a minute and sighed as she too felt a moment of relief. However the lustful flair then returned to his eyes as he grabbed her hand again and continued walking and said, "A nice attempt my dear, but you need to learn when to hold your tongue!" he said, picking up his pace, and walking down the hall. Suddenly, Verishka saw a site the made her mourn for the first time in hundreds of years, a human life. Davor's dead body laid on the floor of the hallway, drained of all life.
"Was killing him absolutely necessary?" she asked emotionlessly.
"You brought it upon him. This is why you shouldn't confide in humans. You'll never know when they'll have an accident," he said.
"Jealous," she muttered under her breath.
"Come on," he said as they reached the bedroom.
It was completely pitch black in the room save the bit of light from the moon. Dracula laid her on the bed and began to undress her. She laid there, almost lifeless. She was not going to take part in this, nor enjoy it. Once they were both on the bed, without clothes Dracula began to place gentle kisses up and down her body, remembering her taste. When he reached her face he saw a single tear run down her cheek.
"Now now darling, is this really all that bad?" he asked. She remained silent, not making eye contact, and she kept her face emotionless.
"You know, 170 years is too long for me to go without your love," he said.
"Use me all you want you still won't have my love," she said.
"You know, I liked you better silent," he said, placing hotter kisses on her neck. Keeping his promise to be gentle, he wrapped his arms around her and, pressing her against him, entered her. She remained limp, forcing him to do all the work. As he starting rocking with her in his arms he whispered seductively, "See, you don't even need to say Vladislaus this time."
"Lucifer," she purred.
"Oooh you are a clever one," the devil responded.
He continued with her till almost daybreak. The entire time, she had to fight back cries of pain from his forceful lovemaking. As she started to bleed from her groin he got off the bed and looked back at her pathetic form that laid there.
"Vlad will know what he's done to you, but don't expect an apology," he sneered and then left.
For the entire night he made love to her. Not for a moment did she enjoy it, and she remain limp the entire time. It had only taken her a moment to realize it was Lucifer in Dracula's mind, and it had been ever since he had killed Davor. She could not blame him for anything he had done after that, much as she would have liked to. She hated that he had let Satan do that, that he had lost control, but she couldn't blame him. Satan was truly more powerful than Dracula had bargained.
I know, you all want to kill Dracula right now, he is a bastard who played with fire and lost control, but come on, he's still the sexiest guy in the world. You just can't stay mad at him!