===Chapter 8: Dracula does the Impossible ===
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A/N: I've been in Chicago for a while and I couldn't update. Sorry! My attentions were diverted, anyways, because I was visiting my cousin who pitches for the White Sox. His name's Jon Garland, ever hear of him?
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Nerys swung the not-so-light sword around in an elegant manner. Her hair was tied back in a bun and she wore a man's tunic and leggings and her own black leather boots. Her feet moved silently below her, and she twirled and spun gracefully. This was her preferred choice of dance: the dance of death. It was the most brutal, but also the most beautiful and graceful.
The queen spun around once more, her sword set in front of her, and a metallic clash resounded in the hall. Dracula stared into his bride's eyes, his sword magnetically attached to hers. It took her a second to regain herself from the shock, but she resumed her dance, this time accompanied by her husband. The swords continued to clash, sending vibrations up the other's arms.
Dracula lashed out at her, and Nerys did a back flip to avoid the sharp blade. She tried a blow to his knees, but Dracula jumped over the swing. They continued to parry, swing, lash, and all of those sorts for a while, both caught up in the hypnotizing dance. Dracula and Nerys's swords were pinned together once again, crossed in front of their owners.
"What are you doing, Nerys?" Dracula drawled casually, although if someone were to walk into the room, they would think the two were out to kill each other.
"I am practicing," Nerys replied, ignoring the tingling feeling that ran down her spine when she looked at him.
"I see that. What for? Surely you do not mean to fight Van Helsing and the Princess with a sword?" Dracula asked, leaning closer to her. Nerys froze, although se hadn't been moving. She knew what he was trying to do, but she was stronger than that.
"Anna's expertise is with the sword, and I will do what is needed," Nerys said, not giving into her husband's temptations. Dracula made to kiss her, but she drew her sword back and impaled him through the stomach during his moment of weakness.
"Make note of your weaknesses, my lord," Nerys sad through a triumphant smile. Dracula growled, taking the sword from his stomach and replacing it in hers, his wound healing. The smile left her face and was replaced with a look of pain. Her blue eyes widened and she began to gag and gasp for air she did not need. Slowly, her eyes left Dracula and turned to look at her pierced stomach.
"You bastard . . . ." Nerys croaked. Dracula looked confused, but seeing her pain, removed the sword from her stomach, ad ran a hand over her wound, willing it to heal. As soon as she felt her strength return, she slapped him, and her slaps tend to be harder than usual girls. Dracula's head whipped to the side at the impact and he growled.
"You bastard! Just because you claim to have no feelings doesn't mean I can't feel either! It hurts me a hell of a lot more than it does you! Now I'm going to be sore all day and weak and crap!" Nerys ranted shoving Dracula every now and then. She even kicked his shin once. She was about to slap him again but he caught her by the wrists. He gently kissed her scars with cool lips, getting down on his knees. Nerys was bewildered. What was he doing?
He began to lift her tunic, and Nerys tried to get away, but he held her tight. He raised the hem of her tunic no farther than just below her breasts, where a mark was still visible from her wound. He laid a gentle kiss upon it, and the odd shiver again ran through Nerys's body.
"My apologies, wife," Dracula mumbled into her stomach, placing small kisses upon her recently healed wound. Nerys's body went stiff at his words. No way in hell did he just apologize! She had never heard him in all her 379 years of knowing him utter those simple, yet meaningful words. And he must have swallowed his pride for once to say them, and that was enough for her.
Nerys rested her hands on his face, pulling him up from the ground in front of her. She kissed his cheek, pulling him into a hug. She was a bit taken aback when their skin met: it was not cool as it had always been. Rather, it was much like a luke-warm. Nerys rested a hand upon his chest, where his non-beating heart made residence. Though it did not beat, she could feel a strange warmth emanating from it. Nerys's smile grew.
"You have not been acting yourself, Nerys," Dracula whispered into her ears, running a hand up and down her side. Nerys pulled away from the hug, though still held him close.
"Alas, I have never been myself, so how would you know me to be different?" Nerys said with a smile. She gave him a short kiss on the cheek before leaving with a smirk set upon her face.
"You don't have much time left, Danelle," a voice whispered. Nerys blinked and her eyes widened. Sure, she had had the many dreams of the woman named Danelle, but never had she heard the words uttered in the real world. Nerys spun around to search for the owner of the voice.
"You must realize, little one. You must realize," the voice said, this time from her right. She turned there, but saw nothing but the wall.
"Who's there?" Nerys called out.
"Just realize, little one," the voice said again.
"Realize what?" Nerys said loudly. How did someone manage to sneak up on her? Surely she would have been able to sense anyone.
"Time is running out. You must realize," the voice said, fading away.
"Wait!" Nerys shouted, but the voice did not resound again. Nerys was confused, and it caused her to wonder, which was not good. She walked over o the wall and banged her head against it. Nope, not very good at all . . . .
She was very disappointed and physically hurt when she did not wake up in her bed, but remained in the hall. Groaning, she rubbed her head. She continued down the hall, with a grimace worn on her face.
A/N: So Dracula's not so cold now, eh? A few changes here and there . . . . I know that was amazingly, superdy dupidy short, but I just got back from a long weekend of Chicago, and I am having a bit of a block, but I'm sure it will pass quickly. Forgive me and review!