Miss Interpretation

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I should not have listened to Concrete Blonde this weekend, but I did, so here we are.

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London

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Dracula rather fondly remember the last time he was on an aircraft, it had been a rather filling meal and sure, Solina was a… mistake, but it had been fun at the time. Now here he was, after his little puppet had done some dinging and found Iola to be a recent addition to the city of Reno in Nevada. It was a gambling town, though not has bad as the Nevada city of Las Vegas, but prominent enough. Further research provided the knowledge that she worked for herself making intricate wrought iron fences for bot public and private locations. He was rather impressed, that generally was not work that women, now or in his time had ever taken up.

This ride would be less entertaining, but the destination was worth the boredom he would endure until he reached his little medium. A smirk crawled across his lips as he recalled the last time he had seen her. She had not appreciated him waking her up from her nap two days ago and he took a moment to remember it, a smile stretching his lips.

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Flash back

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He had watched her for the half hour that she rested and as the time drew closer for her to wake up Dracula made his way closer to her. By now he had sat himself down on the edge of the couch and was gently running his hand through the lovely black hair that was lightly damp with sweat. Such a dark color could not be good for her to have in this environment, but it was her choice and at least the poor woman did not have to deal with curls on top of it all.

He played with the blue strips in her hair for a moment before he caressed her cheek and she shivered. Dracula looked at the clock and smiled, leaning over her, he ghosted a kiss against the shell of her ear and breathed her scent it. "Iola, it is time for you to awaken," He said softly.

She twitched away from the contact and he raised an eyebrow at her, moving his hands to her shoulders. "Come now, Darling Violet, you requested thirty minutes, now you must awaken." She reached up to push him away, but it did nothing.

"Stupid dead people can't mind their own business," she groused and opened her eyes. "Holy fuck!" She screamed and scrambled off the couch. "Way too close you creep!" He had chuckled and then let himself fade away, listening to her rant about personal space and not looking at her like she was something to consume.

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Flash Back End

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He reclined in his coffin, a necessary evil for travel, as he was loaded into the cargo hold of the plane and let himself connect to Iola. It was daylight where she was and there was music playing. As she shimmered into view he watched as she swung her hips, raised her arms above her head and bobbed her head to the beat of the music. She was even singing along. He didn't know the song of course but by the second verse he had to smirk, she was singing about vampires. Adorable. She had not sensed him yet and he enjoyed the show she put on in her small dress, heavy boots. She was home and dancing around her living room. The song changed to something about Ouija boards and Dracula reclined on her couch as her dancing stopped and she sat in a recliner.

She turned to him and sighed. "Seriously, what are you? You're not dead so what? Are you astral projecting?" She asked as she caught her breath from her dancing.

"You are both correct and incorrect. I am projecting myself, but I am not dead or alive either, really," He said cryptically and watched Iola roll her eyes at him.

"Jack ass," She said as she pulled her legs up and sat crisscross in the chair, making sure the dress hid her undergarments. "So, what, are you a demon? An incubus or something? Some fallen angel with a twisted need to peep on girls?"

Dracula laughed at her, the sound was deep and true, something that had not been heard since long before his capture at the hands of Abraham Van Helsing. He watched her twitch and change position, sitting with her feet on the ground and her legs pressed tightly together. He smirked at her reaction to his laughter, even at her expense and laughed for just a little longer.

Her discomfort was obvious as she glared at him. "Ok, you, if you're going to be like that, get out of my house you jerk," she growled at him like an angry kitten and he moved quickly off the couch so that he stood in front of her. She squeaked and tried to get out of the chair. Dracula boxed her in, setting his arms on either side of her shoulders and leaned into her space.

He took a deep breath, his eyes closing. She smelled divine, not even Mary smelled this wonderful. He could tell she was a virgin from the cleanliness the scent of her blood gave off, and it also helped him to discern her arousal trying to come to the surface. He ran his nose along her neck, and she tried again to get away, but he was pouring too much into this and was more solid than the last time she had shoved at him. "Clean air, tulips and something spicy," He listed. "Your scent is very soothing; did you know that?"

"There is something known as a personal space bubble you weirdo!" She cried and climbed backwards over the chair and fell into an undignified heap on the ground behind the chair. He smirked down at her as he climbed onto the chair to look down at her where she was in the corner.

"You shouldn't hurt yourself, Dear Flower," He said in a mock chiding way.

Iola glared up at him and scuttled out from behind the chair and Dracula turned to face her, elegantly twisting his body to sit in the chair. "Ok, seriously, you're getting on my nerves now so amscray, you jerk," she grunted at him as she used to coffee table to help herself get up.

When she was steady on her feet Dracula stood and moved faster than she could react to and gripped her upper arms gently but not so gentle she could get out of his hold easily. He leaned into her space and breathed in the soothing scent of her one more time before he kissed her cheek. "As My Lady commands" He said gently, and faded away, enjoying the sight of her blush.

Back in his coffin Dracula smiled. She was easy and fun to rile up and he was going to enjoy teasing her once he got to her. Yes, she was going to be his and he would make her life… Spectacular. How would he do that? He was not sure yet, but he would figure it out sooner or later. For now, he would live for the moment, something that he had not done in several hundred years, and he would enjoy it and all the new world had to offer. He would do it with Iola at his side and they would have no regrets, he would be sure of it.

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Reno

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"I need a cold shower," Iola grunted once she was sure the astral visitor would not pop back in. Why the hell was this guy doing this with her of all people? And what was with the sniffing her? Was he raised by wolves? Had no one taught him about boundaries?

She made her way from the living room, grabbing her phone that had moved onto another Concrete Blonde song, and went to the bathroom. She did not want to admit that he had made her… nope, she shut the thought out of her head, she would not acknowledge what his voice, his laugh did to her. Not even if she was held at gun point and threatened by enemy insurgents from an alien planet. After she pulled her clothes off and turned on the shower, Iola got in and scrubbed herself down, trying to scrub away the echoed ache in her lady parts. Nope, not going to happen, not now, or ever and she was going to set up wards to keep the pest from coming around again. She would do that just as soon as she could remember where the nearest plant nursery was and seeing if she could track down a new age shop here.

After her shower, Iola got dressed, called her mother and told her about the most recent incident with the not dead man.

Catherine was quiet as she listened to her daughter and then sighed. "Have you considered that he may be lying about something?"

"Momma, the dead have never talked to me before," Iola pointed out.

"I know, but did it ever cross your mind that he is trying to flirt with you?" The older woman asked.

For a moment, Iola's brain stopped working. She was quiet for a minute… two minutes… three… "Did you blue screen on me, Iola Rose?" Her mother's voice crackle over the phone and Iola shook her head.

"Yeah, just a bit. Mom, the guy sounds like a phone sex operator and looks like a he belongs in a highland romance novel or something! There is no way a guy like that would ever willingly flirt with little old me," Iola said, brushing her hands against her pale cheeks and grimacing. She was pretty but hardly someone that would turn heads and certainly not the head of a man who looked like a god made flesh…. Ok now she sounded like one of those dime store romance novel heroine.

"Iola…" Her mother sighed. If only her little girl could see just how lovely she was…. "Get some sleep baby doll, and we'll talk tomorrow."

"Yes, Mother," Iola said, giggling into the phone, her disparaging thoughts flittering away. "Love you, talk to you later."

"Love you too, kiddo." The line went dead, and Iola decided to listen to her mother and get to bed; she would have work do to tomorrow. Her client wanted her out and working on the project, so she needed to sleep and get up early to drive out to the man's home. She would be out there all day and it was going to be a fun day.

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So, my Oldest Little Brother came up with chapter title for this. And No, they are not reading more than the summary before they give the titles. It's kinda funny.