Disclaimer: 'sigh' god this gets old. I do not own Dracula, nor any of it's characters. All original characters are my own, please don't take them.
A/N: What can I say my creative streak is on a roll. I hope you enjoy this. Thank you to my reviewers, I appreciate all constructive criticism. On with the show...
Several hours into the evening Dracula finally returned to his castle, fresh from his hunt, his hunger satisfied... for now. As he entered the courtyard he found her, still sitting in the courtyard, surprised that she had not turned blue from the cold. Without moving Morriquinne made it clear she could feel his presence behind her.
With a bitter laugh, "Eat well, Dracula?"
"I ate. I don't know if I ever eat well anymore. There are few human-- We shall discuss that later," he stopped himself from divulging too much information too soon, "Were you a good girl whilst I was gone? Eat? Drink?"
Morri shrugged remaining faced to the West where the sun had disappeared, "No humans? All cowering in their basements and homes..." she quickly turned an icy glare to the Count, "It appears they were smarter than I was."
"You will soon feel differently. You will soon realize you made the right choice. You will be here long after your human friends are gone. You will enjoy your existence to the fullest," then whispering in that seductive purr, "and be forever at my side."
"Rubbish, I am fulfilling a debt," she snapped then added softly with a wistful sigh, "And I will still see my father die."
"You will never see your father again my dear. Entering that village will mean your certain death. You have seen your old home for the last time," his voice is commanding and powerful, "It is time that you come to accept that."
Morri rose approaching her destined master, "Ah Count, I already knew that, but a daughter feels her father more keenly then you can possibly imagine...I will know when he is gone," she then sighed, "but it does not matter, I have already made a deal with the devil. Let it be done."
Sighing he spoke gently, "You will soon realize that it is not the devil you have made a deal with, for I have already done that and suffered his wrath."
With that he took her hand pulling her towards him with a gentleness she did not expect. Slowly he removed his dark cloak wrapping it around her shoulders, she was indeed near blue from remaining in the elements too long. She was surprised to find the cloth was quite warm, emanating what could only be body heat. He then snaked his arm around her waist guiding her within his icy home, towards that common room he had shown her the night before. She allowed this following him silently. Morri paused a moment as the passed a mirror she had not noticed before, it displayed her reflection perfectly but not his. She took this moment to gaze at her mortal features, the blush of her cheeks, the unmistakable pulse that sparked her life, the life in her own sparkling eyes. With a sigh she managed to look away.
He stopped at the mirror himself watching her study her reflection, "Enjoy that view, my darling. For it will be your last view of yourself."
She quickly jerked away from him with a snarl, entering the common room, "Enjoy seeing me in pain? For you seem to relish the fact that many things will be just out of my grasp before this night is out!"
With a chuckle Vlad strode into the room alongside her, "I enjoy nothing but the thought of you spending eternity at my side. I am simply doing my best to prepare you for what you are about to become. Please understand, the coming days will be the most difficult you will ever have to endure."
"No I have already endured those, after tonight I will be numb," she replied moving to the window, her words echoing his of long ago, "Hollow..."
"So you think, Morriquinne, so you think," he silently strode behind her at the window, placing his hands on her shoulders, "Are you ready my dear?"
"No. But what difference does it make?" she sighed fingering a pane of glass, tracing the line of the joining metal.
"You are right. So we will begin."
He then released her shoulders, stepping back slightly, holding up his right hand. She watched as his thumb nail grew sharp as a talon, a razor point of sorts, slicing a deep wound in his left wrist. She gasped as she realized that the blood, should be dripping down his arm in a stream, actually collects in a pool seemingly ready for her to take. The vampire then held it in front of her as if to say 'drink', with her back turned she could not see that his fangs had begun to bare beneath his perfect lips.
Almost in disgust she took a step back from his offered arm, only succeeding in backing against his chest. He could hear a squeak not so much of surprise but fear nonetheless. Her sudden desire to escape apparent, but remained rooted in place his arm in front of her, him standing directly behind her.
He thrust the open wound toward her again, almost embracing her with how close his arm was around her body, "Drink my darling, drink. Don't hesitate."
Her shoulders slumped, defeated, and she timidly reached for his arm bringing it to her pink lips. Pausing once more before finally wrapping her lips around it, drinking the cool blood that had pooled there. She could feel him shiver in ecstasy at the feel of her drinking. He then wasted no time, brushing her hair nonchalantly from her neck , almost with a hurried frenzy of desire, quickly sinking his already long fangs deep into her neck. As her delicate skin tore her blood flowing into his mouth, as his flowed within hers. He could feel her mortal life draining out of her with every drop that he drank. It excited him to feel this beautiful creature so completely in his thrall and at his mercy.
She cried out against his arm, releasing it as a moment of pain took hold of her. Instinctually reaching up digging her nails into his shoulder trying desperately to wrench herself away from him. But her struggle slowed very quickly, and he pressed his wrist more firmly to her lips forcing her to drink once more. Slowly a peace overtook them both, as they connected as one. Then her eyes fluttered shut, and she sank against him, her back pressed against his chest hands fallen limp at her sides. His vampire blood continuing to flow into her mouth as he released his fangs from her neck, leaving her with just enough mortality to keep from fully draining her and allow his blood to mix with hers. For that moment their pulse was the same pulse, her heart beat that consistently slowed was his heartbeat, leaving him content and peaceful.
He then gently picked her up cradling her in his arms, his wrist still at her lips, blood still flowing into her mouth. She was able to watch weakly from beneath fluttering eyelashes, wanting to pull her lips from his wrist and let the peace she had felt a moment ago just to wash over her. Ever so gently he laid her down on the sofa, letting the last of the blood she needed flow into her mouth before pulling his arm away, the wound healing instantly. If she had not been so weak she would have been in wonder.
"Sleep my darling. Sleep. There is still some time before sunlight and you need to rest here for a bit," he purred, his voice thick with accent and honey.
She wanted to resist, but found herself unable to... he was so convincing, and soon found herself drifting into a dreamless sleep. Completely unaware of anything happening to her or around her. He watched her for at least an hour whilst she slumbered, a satisfied smile on his face. She was his, she would soon succumb to him. With a contented chuckle he turned to leave, this transformation left him with the need to feed once more.
Dracula did not return to the castle for several hours, entering the common room seeing Morriquinne still slept upon the couch where he had left her. It was a mere half hour till the sun rose and he had to coax her into her coffin before that happened.
"Wake my darling, wake," he breathed coming to her side.
Her only response was a grumbling, ignoring his plea to wake. She turned her back to him, she felt ill and as if she had been physically been beaten. He quickly sliced his wrist open again, allowing her to feed from him a second time, further moving her transformation along.
"Quickly my dear, we must hide ourselves from the sunlight."
She awoke suddenly, pushing his arm away from her, "That will be the LAST time you touch me," she snapped rising from the sofa a violet fire in her emerald eyes.
"It is very simple my dear, Drink from me NOW or you will die within minutes. Your transformation, while begun and irreversible, is not yet complete."
Morri glared at him, but accepted his wrist at her mouth once more, drinking quickly till the flow subsided. Then sinking her not yet fully formed canines into his arm, making him fully aware of her displeasure.
With a growl he wrenched his arm from her grasp, "Now you've had enough, we must sleep," he rose with annoyance in his step, "When you awaken you shall feed for the first time."
He held out his hand, awaiting her to take it so he could lead her to her new bed. She rose from the sofa moving to the door, refusing to take his hand. From the anger he could feel emanating from her he had to take pause and wonder if unleashing a vampire from such an already stubborn mortal was such a good idea.
Deciding to make light of her anger, he chuckled, "Fine, my dear, this is fine. This anger you are feeling is a normal occurrence," he came towards making a move to embrace her but thought better of it from the scowl she gave him, "The pain you feel right now must be very great. Your body is transforming completely. In order to live as a vampire you must first die as a mortal."
He then passed in front of her snatching her hand, he jerked her through the many twists and turns of his home. Guiding her down into the level he forbade her to enter the night before. This level was far colder then the one they had just previously occupied.
She scowled at him wrenching her hand from his, "I don't care what you say, I will NEVER accept this."
"You will, Morriquinne, you will come to accept everything in time," as he stated this he led her down a flight of marble stairs opening the door at the foot of them with a wave of his hand.
She then whirled on him, face twisted in anger body shaking ready to strike him, "What makes you so sure? Because YOU accepted this. You forget I am not you, and if I have to drink blood I WILL NOT feed from a mortal!" she hissed stopping a moment to wait for him to lead into the darkened room in front of them.
He sighed tiring of this tantrum, he guided her into the pitch black room. Her eyes quickly adjusting to the dark, a new ability discovered, a gasp resounded as her eyes fell upon two identical black coffins, open and ready. She recoiled from them as if they were physically displeasing and laden with evil.
"I-I'll not sleep there!"
"You will sleep there, and in time you will grow extremely comfortable there. This coffin," motioning to the one on the right, "Will protect you from sunlight, from the mortals, and from the world."
"No, you are wrong, I shall not grow comfortable with it," her stubbornness frustrated him more than he ever thought any one person had the ability to.
He quickly pinned her against the wall staring straight into her eyes, "There is a bed my dark angel, but that is reserved for our 'wedding night'," he smirked with a wicked glint in his blue eyes, "But if you are ready for that step I am MORE than happy to oblige."
She could feel his body pressed firmly against hers, it made her ill. She quickly pushed him away with a disgusted growl, scurrying away from him, to her dismay closer to the reprehensive coffins.
"Then that bed will NEVER be used, you sick bastard!" she spat glaring at him.
He rolled his eyes, all choice leaving them as he felt the sun rise. He then closed the gap between them with impossible speed, forcefully grasping her body forcing it within the dark coffin. Slamming the lid locking her in, and then stepped within his. He could hear her furious screams, through the lid, the sound of her dainty fists beating at the lid. Even as her mortality died leaving her weak, she diploid a strength that most humans could not fathom. But eventually her shouts and curses faded as sleep over took her. Vlad is near oblivious as he fell asleep almost before the lid of his own coffin closed, safe away from the sun and away from prying eyes.
A/N: Well there you go chapter 5. I hope you enjoyed. Imortal, I am truly sorry but Morri might just end up a pure bitch 'winks'