-1Been awhile... I do not own Dracula, nor any of its respective characters. All original chracters belong to me.
A/N: Heheh... It's been a REALLY long time huh? Well.. I got some rather bad flames so my muse.. the fluffy little ball of inspiration she is.. well... she... kinda took a 6 month hike. But I sent my other muse Erik after her and Petalwing is now currently caged and spouting off novels for me. To all those who reviewed in the past months... Thank you for all your support I appreciate it.
Special thanks to Mandy (Read her story An Eternity of This, in the Phantom of the Opera section, it's a real treat.)
Slowly Morriquinne unfurled her body as the last remnants of sun sank below the horizon, groaning softly her body ached... it seemed she had been constantly in pain since her change. Quietly sitting up peering about her new found domain, making sure she was alone she arose padding quietly out of the library. She hoped that her Master remained sleeping at least awhile longer.
She carefully made her way to the common room, gathering her discarded cloak, from the dark velvet arm chair, wrapping it tightly around herself . Stepping up onto the windowsill she slowly allowed her demonic form to appear, her clothing seemingly melting directly into her snowy skin. Taking an unnecessary deep breath, Morriquinne prepared to leap from the window, an action she had quickly grown used to. But as quickly as her wings opened for flight they collapsed around her white body, slumping in fear and disappointment as the richly accented voice of the Count echoed about the room.
"Where are you going, my love" the endearment edged with what could only be described as menace.
Turning slowly towards her death mate, Morriquinne attempted to look innocent"Out to hunt... I hunger"
Striding easily towards her, within a blink of an eye he had pulled her down from the window.. grasping her jaw forcing her to look him in the eyes.
"Don't lie to me Morriquinne! You can rail against me, attack me, refuse to speak to me for eternity..." tilting her face towards him lowering his voice to what could have been a purr or a growl" But never lie to me."
Not for the first time Morriquinne found herself trembling in the presence of her sire" Morriquinne you were going to your village! Don't deny it, when I gave you eternal life we became connected in a way you cannot fathom"
Pulling her roughly by the arm, the tender guilt of the night before having vanished "You make me question if you were ready for this gift I have given you... Do you not understand it will be your certain death if you leave this castle and return to your village"
Releasing his silent bride, he quickly strode away from here smoothing wisps of hair out of his eyes in a frustrated movement. The calm that normally possessed him shattered.
"I will NOT lose you as I did the others... not again" whirling on her his blue eyes electrifying as lightening and hard and cold as ice. "Not to him..."
Stunned Morriquinne could only stare at Vlad, his aggression had not been towards her this time, that much was obvious. But she couldn't grasp who her creator was talking about. An unexpected pang of guilt stabbing where her now dormant heart lay, as she watch he most collected being she knew near shaking with rage... or fear. Slowly approaching him, her bat like visage fading, as she placed a slender cool hand on his arm . He had already begun to turn away from her.
"Who? Lose me to who"
The momentary gentleness was greeting with him harshly straightening his back and shrugging her off "No one you'll ever meet, my dear."
Once more taking her by the arm, he pulled her form the common room dragging her to her library, tossing her in unceremoniously "Because I will cage you in here before I ever allow another of MY things destroyed. Take a look around you Morriquine, my love this is all you will see for some time."
With that Vlad almost vanished with the speed he moved, the door slamming with a loud thud behind him, leaving his stunned bride upon the carpeted floor of the library. But her shock did not last very lock, within seconds she had scrambled to her feet tearing at the handled to the door. Furious to find it locked, she beat relentlessly at the heavy stone doors, yowling obscenities to her former companion. Her rather small fists splintering the stone but not budging it from her path.
Within a few hours it became all too clear that the doors would not give into her rage, pacing like the caged beast Dracula had made her. She knew he had to come back sometime, he wouldn't leave her to die without nourishment. Or would he? Shaking her head she finally fell onto the divan she had slept upon the night before, she wouldn't put it past her wicked admirer to be so blinded with rage to let her die before allowing his possession to fall into the hands of this opponent he spoke so cryptically of.
Glaring fiercely at the noble portrait of the Count above the fireplace, the hardy maiden swore under her breath "I'll send you to hell before you allow me to die after all you've put me through."
The hours that had raced when she awaited her change now crept by, and slowly the anger she felt moved into the background, as her desperate need to feed became apparent. Her cold body began to tremble as the sunrise grew closer and closer, her green eyes glowing violet with her animalistic hunger. Fear replacing her anger completely, knowing that by sunrise if her bloodlust was not sated Vlad would return to find her no more than a collection of dust and she.
A mere quarter of an hour before sunrise, the doors to the library moved slowly opening as the dark form of the Count walked in, casually. Looking up weakly from the sofa, Morriquinne regarded him with disdain.
"Come to watch me die? Make sure this one you spoke of doesn't get to me... as if he could"
Tsking like a displeased father, he scolded "Now now, you don't think I risked my own safety just to see you die"
With that he exited the room, returning within a second a frightened adolescent boy in tow.
"I had a realization, not only by keeping you here for a time keeps you out of harms way... it will also teach you what mortals really are to you and I" tossing the boy at the couch "Feed from him or die.. that is your only choice"
Sickened the young vampiress, looked up at Dracula in horror "I can't.. it's wrong, he's just a boy."
Closing the distance between himself and his bride, he snatch he boy by his collar puncturing his throat with his almost talon like fingernail. The boy's blood running down his throat, the scent permeating the air... causing Morriquine to lick her lips in pure demonic hunger.
"I know you can't resist... you're starving... and you can smell the blood still boiling with is veins. Drink from him and live."
Unable to control her demon within, the distraught maiden pounced suddenly draining the frightened young boy of his pure, life giving blood. Vlad's fanged smile growing broad as he observed his self proclaimed lover, letting his fingers slip through her hair.
"That's it my love, you will learn you place in this forsaken world."
As the boy grew limp, Morriquinne quickly pulled away from her master and the now lifeless youth. Rejuvenated but disgusted with what she had allowed to happen.
"Why did you make me kill him... why can't I choose my prey myself"
Rising, her strength nearly full returned, she beat furiously at his chest as she had the stone doors hours earlier "If you love me why do you put me through this"
Quelling her fury, the Count quickly pulled her into his embrace "Because this is who you are now... a creature of darkness" shaking Morri buried her face in the dark folds of his tunic "A daughter of the devil himself. If you do not learn our ways... learn to feed on the prey that presents itself, you will die."
Shaking her head no, she let her inhuman sobs shake her entire body. Her curls veiling much of her upper body from view.
"He didn't deserve to die..."
Grasping her chin gently yet firmly, he lifted her face to him, "His death was far more peaceful than him suffering from illness as your father did," Morriquinne couldn't believe what she was hearing, "You did him a favor... you sent him to the arms of his "loving God in far more kind way than what could have been in store for him."
"You're... you're mad!", she managed to choke pulling from his grasp.
If it wasn't for her intense weariness, and the threat of the rising sun outside she would have bolted then and never looked back. But her vampiric body simply would not let her move that quickly.
Returning to her side, Vlad tried to coax her to walk with him, "Come the sun has risen we must get our coffins. You'll feel better when evening breaks," He then paused, "Or must I keep you here with your prey through the day and the next night."
The arrogant vampire had no fears his bride had learned not to try to escape. Confident his display of dominance this evening had tamed her, at least that much. And indeed it seemed she had been tamed, her shoulders slumping as she allowed him to pull her into the dank crypt below. Last night Vlad had been at her mercy, now to his delight he had turned the tables on his tender wife, and she was left at his.
"Goodnight my pet," He purred ushering Morriquinne into her coffin and shutting the lid, "Tomorrow we shall continue our little lesson"
A/N: Ok that was chapter 8, what do you think... do I keep going. If you dont' review I stop right here and YOU WILL NEVER FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS MWAHAHAHAHAH: Erik and Vlad both throw water on me, splutters: Heh... erm I mean please review and I'll give you a cookie.