Just incase you've all been asleep the past few chapters, yeah! Mayvn is a vampire, wake up people! And, I kinda wanted her sire to be a secret but I see no point in hiding it. Would there be any story if it wasn't him? I use lots of nice, grammatically incorrect Romanian in this chapter but bear with me because I translated for you all. Thank you for your patience.
Chapter 6: Sired by Dracula
"So you're a vampire," Radka said, slightly worried, but also amazed. Mayvn nodded. She then turned her head to her brother and spoke.
"But I'm here for something. Standislav, I need some of my things. My sword, weapons, things like that," she said.
"Why? Mayvn is someone hurting you?" he asked.
"Yes, you never said, who is your sire?" Radka inquired.
"Yeah, and why won't you just come home?" her brother asked.
"All right, can I please take it one question at a time?" Mayvn asked quietly, "no one is hurting me, I just don't want our parents selling them since they're probably worth a lot of money. Who my sire is, is unimportant because the relationship between sire and bride if the same everywhere. Why don't I come home? Because my days in that house were the worst of my life. They did this to me, it is because of them I died and because of them I'll live forever!" she said, rolling back her sleeves to reveal wrists that had many feint scars that just looked like white lines on her milky skin. Some of those scars were too deep for immortality to heal.
"You're right Mayvn," Radka said, calmly standing up, "it is their fault, and they take no responsibility for it."
"Thank you Radka. So will you get my things brother?" she asked, hopeful.
"All right, but why can't you just creep in and do it? You seemed to have no problem doing that last night in your old bedroom," he countered.
"You found out about that?"Mayvn asked, uneasily.
"It's hard not to when Lucinda is up screaming every night," he groaned.
"It's a mind trick. I never actually entered the house. I entered her mind while she slept, and made her dream that," Mayvn explained.
"Fine, I'll do it," he groaned.
"Thank you, I..." but she was cut off, as if someone was talking to her. She muttered in annoyance before she continued, "I have to go. But I'll meet you both here tomorrow night."
"Mayvn," Radka called as Mayvn started to walk away. Mayvn, who was trying to exercise a little more patience, turned around to face her, "What is it?" Radka asked.
"It's him, he's mad, and he wants me back," she said, continuing to walk away. Entering an alley, Radka and Standislav watched together as Mayvn morphed into a terrifying hellbeast and flew off into the night, away from the village.
Her hellbeast form looked terrifying with its long, talon like finger nails, silver wings, unholy blue eyes, and her long black hair flowing behind her like a mane. Wasting no time, she flew swiftly, slicing through the air, almost making no sound. Although she wasn't afraid of his anger, it was rather difficult for someone with a temper like Mayvn's to tolerate.
As she neared the large castle that rested on a hilltop, she landed and changed into her human form. Violently she flung open the doors and stormed into the entryway, her long cloak trailing behind her.
"All right, I'm here, what do you want?" she demanded.
"Tsk tsk, such manners," a voice said. The voice was a low, seductive one and had a thick, Romanian accent.
"I was in the middle of something," she growled.
"I know," he admitted, stepping out from a shadow behind her. He was dressed in all black and his jet black hair was pulled back into a ponytail with several loose strands framing his face. His skin was pale, much like Mayvn's however his eyes were a much less intense blue. "But since when does that mean I can't interrupt you?" he asked. She shot him a cold glare, and looked away to avoid the frequent mind control he would use on her. "Mayvn, am I sensing a bit of defiance?" he asked, stroking the nape of her neck from behind.
"And if you are?" she whispered, slowly feeling him picking away at her free will.
"Well then, I can fix that," he said suggestively. He gently unfastened her cloak and let if fall to the floor. As she turned around he began to run his fingers through her soft hair. The desire he had for her inside rising as he began to kiss her neck. She quietly let out a whimper as he ran his masterful hands up and down her sides. Her long, slender fingers began to unfasten his shirt when he gently, but firmly stopped her. She gazed at him with a confused look as he explained, "You would never forgive me when you would get your free will back." With that, Mayvn's ability to think on her own was restored.
"You're a fool Dracula," she whispered.
"And why is that?" he asked.
Pulling out of his arms she continued, "Because that mind control is the only way you'll ever have me."
"We'll see. In the mean time would you like to explain why you were out in the middle of the night, speaking with your brother?" he asked rather smartly.
"You're not my father, I don't need to report to you," she said, her back to him.
"I feel differently, Mayvn. If you remember," and he then whispered in her mind, "meu sînge es al tâu, al tâu sînge es al meu. Tu esti al meu în eternitate." (english: My blood is in you, and yours in me. You are mine for all eternity)
"A face nu nevoie la spre a fi al tau," she whispered, almost pleading. (english: I don't want to be yours)
"Tu esti meu pod, alt optiune es nu înâuntru al tâu posseston," he commented. (english: You are my bride, you have no other choice)
"All right. I needed him to get me some things," she said honestly.
"What?" Dracula asked.
"My sword, knives, pistols, other things like that," she said.
"I can give you those things if you like," he offered.
"I just want them, and I don't want my parents selling them to buy Lucinda's wedding dress," she said, upset at the thought that that could happen to her beloved sword and weaponry.
"You need to break off your ties with them," he said solemnly.
"Ties with them?" she asked, shocked, "What ties with them? I don't give a damn about any of them, I just want my sword. What else are you talking about?"
"Lucinda," he mouthed.
"How do you know about that?" she asked, slightly disturbed.
"You're tormented Mayvn, I can sense it in you, and it's strong. Let it go Mayvn, that part of your life is over. They can't hurt you know," he urged.
"I'm not finished with them yet," she muttered.
"You need to be. You'll be miserable for an eternity if you don't ... and so will I," he said, the second part more quiet.
"I'll be miserable for an eternity whether I let go of them or not. If you remember, I was trying to die when you took me. I wanted death, and you expect me to be excited because now I'll never die?" she asked, angered.
"We'll discuss this later. For now go and change, I have guests coming," he commanded. She started storming off down a hallway when he called her back. "Aren't you forgetting something?" he asked. With much reluctance she walked back to him, quickly kissed him on the lips, and walked off again.
As she quickly walked down the hallway she wiped her mouth off with her arm, desperate to get his taste off of her lips. Entering her room she clasped her head in her hands out of frustration and growled. With surprising strength she lifted a black, velvet chaise lounge and threw it against the wall. The wood splintered into small pieces as she collapsed onto the bed, moaning and screeching in frustration.
Slowly she started to take deep, slow breaths as she let go of her anger and her eyes began to return to their icy blue color. Remembering Dracula's words she got off of the bed and began to calmly go through her wardrobe to select a dress. All of them were either black or violet silk and so she chose a black one that had lace for sleeves. Carefully she put on the extremely formfitting gown that hugged her slender body. Solemnly she crossed the room to a vanity where she sat down and began to run a brush through her soft, raven hair. The brush moved up and down in the reflection of the mirror by itself, as if it were controlled by a ghost for Mayvn held no reflection.
Once she was content with the way believed her hair to look she quietly placed the brush down and sat in silence. If Dracula truly did have people coming over, then she knew exactly what he wanted of her. Moonlight flooded through the large window and cast light upon the gray stone walls and floor. Slowly the door opened and Dracula's elegant form stood in the doorway.
Although he did not show it for a moment, Dracula was awestruck by her. She had gone from a defiant warrior in pants, a blouse and corset, to an elegant, subservient bride in a matter of minutes. This both shocked and amazed him. He took a brief moment to take in her beauty. With her pale skin contrasting perfectly with her black dress and hair she couldn't have looked more perfect to Dracula if she had been painted in a picture. Yet her icy blue eyes bore into him as if searching his soul for every flaw and every sin.
Remembering what he was there for, Dracula extended his hand to her, beckoning her to come. She rose slowly and began to walk towards him, not making eye contact. As she did the dress which hugged her every curve had a small train of black lace that trailed behind her elegantly. Once she gently took his hand he had to fight to surpress the shivers that her touch gave him. Shivers of delight and ecstasy.
The two began to walk down the hallway, with Dracula almost leading her by the hand. The hallway was lit only by the moon that shone through the several large windows and shadows darkened almost every corner. For a moment Dracula turned and smiled at her in approval. However Mayvn had returned to her usual, silent, and almost emotionless self. In an attempt to spark some sort of emotion in her, he gently caressed the lower part of her arm that was covered by lace. She allowed it without protesting, but gave no reaction.
The silence was almost unbearable. He knew she wouldn't speak a word to him on her own and their feet made no sound as they almost floated across the floor. Although Dracula was a fan of peace and quiet, the silence that Mayvn brought with her was awkward, uncomfortable and downright unbearable. He was also for one of the few times in his life, at a loss for words. He could seduce any woman, but he couldn't think of anything to spark a conversation with her.
"Tu esti foarte frumo," he finally managed. (english: You are very beautiful.) She gave no response. "De ce a face tu a da înauntru al meu ahor?" he inquired. (english: Why do you give in to me now?)
"Eu sînt al tâu desa pururi, Eu esti nu la spre," she said, repeating what he said to her earlier. (english: I am yours forever, I have no choice.)
"So," he continued, feeling english might be easier, "what is going on with your brother?"
"He's ... probably going to get married," she said.
"Ah, and what do you think of her?" he asked.
"She's all right. She's pretty enough," Mayvn said, not wanting to seem like she had paid that much attention to the girl.
"Radka is rather pretty, but she's not as pretty as you," he said, smiling at her hopefully. But she said nothing and did not look him in the eye.
"Dammit Mayvn, that would have worked on any other woman in the world!" he complained. Taking him by surprise, Mayvn spoke to him in his mind.
"Dracula, you may not claim to know me at all, and classify me with any other woman," she spoke, coldly.
"You're right, I'm..." he paused for a moment searching for the right words, "sorry." Despite it being extremely unlike Dracula to apologize for anything, he was desperate for Mayvn not to hate him and would have tried anything. "Do you intend to be somewhat charming tonight?" he asked, knowing that she was capable of it.
"I'll stay by your side, I'll nod my head and say yes to everything you say," she said, still only looking strait ahead.
"You could smile," he suggested, hopefully. Silence followed. The two reached the door and Dracula politely opened it before they both walked into the room to be met by four vampire men and two strikingly beautiful vampire women. The other vampires were all sitting on various chairs and couches while the women clung to the men, caressing and fawning all over them. Dracula sat on a chaise lounge and managed to get Mayvn to sit with her legs stretched out on the lounge and her head resting on his shoulder.
For the majority of the evening, Dracula spoke with his guests while Mayvn remained by his side. At times she could act like a perfect bride; she at that moment was loyal, devoted, and most importantly mindless. She would on occasion, gently stroke his chest or shoulder and he couldn't help but feel that she was enjoying that annoyance he felt when she acted that way. Whenever Dracula felt as though he needed support he would ask Mayvn for her honest opinion on the conversation topic. After two hundred years with three brides incapable of intellectual thought Dracula would have appreciated an actual comment of value. However Mayvn would merely smile seductively and say, "Yes master, my thoughts exactly." This got extremely petulant as he knew that she was doing it just to bother him.
Finally as the vampires bid their farewells and took off into the night, Dracula turned to Mayvn and said, "I would've appreciated a little more intellectual impute." Without saying a word, Mayvn walked off to her chambers, hopeful that Dracula would leave her alone for the remainder of the evening. She was aggravated he made her do that, but also because his comments to her afterwards confused her more as to what he actually wanted from her.
(sighs) I love Dracula! He is my wonderful, sexy lover! HA! I wish. But yeah, please review because this is all I've typed. But I've written up to chp. 11, so I may have to finish it over the summer. Oh well, please review.