Again thanks to all who review, I love you all! This is the second to last chapter, and it contains some…. Shocking news aswell as a sex scene, so you have been warned!
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The moment the sun was behind the mountains Vladislaus awoke. He was in his coffin, and sleeping soundly next to him was Verishka. Being able to sense her emotions, he could tell, she was happier than she had been in centuries, and all because of him.
"What on earth has you up so early Vlad?" she mumbled sleepily.
"Just looking," he replied.
"At what?" she asked, rolling over to face him.
"You," he smiled. Smiling as well, Verishka sat up slightly to kiss him.
"And to think, you'll be able to look at me every night, for the rest of eternity," she sighed.
"I can't wait," he said, leaning over her to plant another loving kiss on her lips.
"So, plans for tonight?" she asked.
"Actually darling, I was hoping you could do something for me," he said.
"Anything my love, what is it?" she asked.
"Please, would you take me to them... our children?" he asked, tentatively.
Verishka lifted the lid off of the coffin and stepped out. The room was dimly lit by several torches, and their light danced of the cold stone that made up the floors and walls. She walked across the room and stopped at the window. Dracula also sat up in the coffin and got out.
"I'm sorry," he offered.
"No, I'm sorry. It's a sensitive subject, you know?" she asked softly.
"I do," he said, placing a hand on her shoulder. For once, Dracula could empathize with someone. Countless times, his children had been born, lifeless and cold. Developing an emotional connection with them was inevitable. His brides on the one hand, had him, to offer his fake comfort. Verishka had done it alone, with no one there to hold her the moment she found out.
"I've been trying to forget about them," she said.
"It's just, they're my children as well," he started.
"All right, I'll take you," she spoke, taking his hand that rested on her shoulder and holding it.
"Where to?" he asked.
"I suppose if we're going in order, heading westward, it would be first Bucharest, then Paris, and finally London," she said.
"Wait, three?" he asked, surprised.
"Yes, three. Three times," she said, turning to face him.
"Would you mind refreshing my memory?" he asked.
"Sure. 1600 in Madrid, 1770 in London, and 1830 in Budapest. Remember now?" she asked. He nodded, slightly embarrassed.
"I forgive you, you know, for that time in London," she said, "you should know that."
"I can't thank you enough, but why? Even I wouldn't forgive me," he asked.
"I love you," she said bluntly, "nothing you could do would ever change that." He then embraced her tightly, kissing her on the top of her head.
"I don't deserve you," he whispered seductively in her ear. Laughing, she responded, "That may be, but I guess I'll just have to settle."
"Not funny," he scoffed.
"Sure it is," she said, "now, should we getting going?"
"Yes, come," he said, holding her hand and leading her out of the room.
The two took off and began to fly towards Bucharest. Wanting to get to all of the destinations before the night's end, they flew as fast as their monstrous wings could carry them. As they landed in a secluded part of town, Verishka spoke, "Not that it matters, but these are the ones from 1830, in Budapest, on All Hallow's Eve."
"So why did you choose Bucharest?" he inquired.
"I knew if you ever tried to find them, you'd never look in a place so close to home," she said, pushing open the door of an old church and walking in. Once the two entered Dracula immediately looked up to see, sure enough, the hundreds of hanging sacks that contained his children.
"Well, here they are, yes all very dead, okay next place," she quickly said, then leaping into the air. However Dracula grabbed her wrist and pulled her down before she could change.
"What's your rush?" he asked, smoothly.
"I just think we should get moving if we're going to get to Paris, London, and back before sunrise," she said.
"I have castles in England, relax. For the children I never knew I had, I need to make time," he said.
Verishka let out a sigh of defeat. She bought the church, and locked them away in hopes that she would never see them again. They may have come from her, but the dead creatures in those sacks felt nothing like her children. She didn't want them to live, she wanted them to dissolve into dust and never be seen again.
"I'm sorry this hurts you," he said, putting his hands on her shoulders.
"No, it's not your fault," she sighed.
"Actually, it is half mine," he admitted. She laughed slightly as he held her close.
"It's okay, where next?" he asked.
"An opera house in Paris," she said.
"Lead the way my dear," he said, kissing her brow.
A much shorter flight took them to Paris. Even at night, the city was full of life, lights, and music. No one noticed the two dark figures moving through the paved streets. The visit there was more brief, as Dracula didn't want to cause her more pain.
Once the two reached London, and paid their respects to the children, they decided to stay at a manor that Dracula owned in the country. It had been a draining night for Verishka and she quickly undressed and got into bed. To her surprise, Vladislaus also undressed and crawled into bed with her. In truth she had missed his presence while she slept, which she had not felt consistently for centuries. Moving across the black, silk sheets, she cuddled up to him. Vlad was slightly surprised as well. He wanted her back more than anything, however with all of the mistakes he had made, he had not expected her to go back to him so quickly.
"Again I've caused you pain, forgive me," he said.
"No, you had every right to see them. I'm sorry I kept them from you," she said.
"It's okay. I understand," he whispered, holding her tighter.
"I love you," she whispered, burying her face in his chest.
"I love you too," he said, "and I always will." He then kissed her gently on the lips. She returned the kiss and deepened it, as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Crawling on top of him, Verishka ran her fingers through his raven hair as he slid his hands up and down her sides. This made her shiver as she brought her hands down, straddling his inner thigh. Finally, he let out a low moan that was exactly the reaction that Verishka was looking for. Dracula began placing hot kisses down her chest which made her cry out. A smile escaped his lips as he realized, he still had the sexual hold over her that was his centuries ago.
Turning her over so that he was on top, he sat up slightly and started to kiss the softened skin between her inner thighs. She let out a loud, ragged moan as she clutched the sheets. "Enough torment my dear?" he asked in a stated voice.
"Yes," she whimpered, overcome with ecstasy.
The two continued far into the day. Dracula was surprised at the pull her felt towards her, that he had never experienced with his brides. Nothing could tear the two of them away from their lustful and passionate lovemaking. Eventually the two fell asleep in each other's arms.
As nighttime overcame the foggy countryside, Verishka awoke slowly. She found Dracula's arms wrapped around her tightly.
"Sleep well?" he asked. Gently she nodded yes, not wanting to move from her comfortable position.
"I think tonight we should go home, to Castle Dracula," he said, dreamily.
"Excellent idea," she said, shifting to face him.
"Good, it's been too long since you've been home," he said. She leaned into him and planted a kiss on his lips. He then wrapped an arm around her waist as he stroked the soft skin on her back. A strange look began to come over his face. It was as if he knew what he thought, but did not believe it. His right hand slid to her stomach as she looked at him with confusion.
"Vlad, what is it?" she asked, slightly nervous.
"Children my dear, our children," he said. At first, Verishka's eyes went wide, however as the reality really hit her she realized what this meant.
"Oh no, no, Dracula I'm sorry, I can't. I just can't have hundreds of dead children again, I..."
"Darling wait, just wait," he interrupted, "something is different, it's almost like, like life."
"That can't be, what do you mean?" she asked.
"Not life, but like, they're un-dead," he attempted to explain what he sensed.
"What are you trying to say Vladislaus?" she demanded.
"Darling, we're having quadruplets," he smiled.
"I'm . ... pregnant?" she choked out, barely able to believe what she was saying. He nodded softly yes. "And they'll be alive, awake, and speaking?" she continued, eyes forming tears. Again he nodded his head.
With a quiet squeal of excitement, Verishka rolled on top of him as she repeatedly kissed his face. The two of them had not smiled so much in centuries. Suddenly, she leaped off of the bed and began to quickly get dressed.
"What's your rush?" he asked sleepily.
"We need to get home, we have plans to make, things to get," she said, finally pulling her trench coat on.
"Aren't you the least bit interested it knowing how this has happened?" he asked, getting out of bed to get dressed.
"One, I know how this happened, as my memory of last night is quite clear and two, Vladislaus Dracula, for 530 years I've wanted children, do you think I care?" she asked.
"I do," he said, "why now?"
"Have you ever heard the saying, "love conquers all?" she asked, as he also put a long, black coat on.
"Verishka, do you really expect me to believe that greeting card saying?" he asked, slightly annoyed.
"You wanted a reason, and why else now that we've finally realized we've always loved each other?" she asked.
"I'm not sure," he said.
"Can't you just be grateful for something without worrying about how you got it?" she asked, "We have four children, which we've wanted for centuries." Dracula gazed at her for a moment. This was something that they both wanted, despite that knowing exactly why this happened would have put Dracula at ease.
"Come on, let's go home," he smiled, embracing her before placing a hand on her stomach, "we have names to think of."