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My Favorite Mistake

Chapter 4

She knew her master. She loved him like nothing else before. Her life now revolved directly around him. If there was any day in her existence when she did not succeed in satisfying him, she went to bed with a broken heart and teary eyes. She flung herself at his feet every night, and during the full moon she entertained him with more sophisticated, seducing attempts at his approval. She begged for his attention, lived to see his smile, died to feel his embrace, bled to indulge in his touch, and yearned to feel his love.

She knew his touch, and wanted it. She wanted it so bad she could taste it. She dreamed of feeling his fingers against her cheek, his hips against hers, his arms around her slender body, his breath against her skin, and she was even desperate for his love enough that she would even settle for feeling the sting of his fangs in her throat, greedily feeding away on her precious life blood.

Perhaps this is why she did what she did. Perhaps I did not supply enough attention to her except when I wanted something from her. Perhaps this is why she betrayed me… at first, I blamed it all on her. Every bit of it… but now, as I think of it, perhaps it was my fault…

Every time I went anywhere, she followed me. In the library, while looking for something to help me on my research, she was there, silently and diligently following, tenderly asking if she could help me look for a book. It was always a gentle 'no' followed by a loving kiss and a fanged smile. She would then leave heavy hearted and sulk about in my room, waiting for my return. She was always there… in the morning, when I layed down to sleep, her warmth and scent filled my coffin.

When night arose, she would spend countless hours trying to get my attention away from matters that now seem irrelevant compared to her. She would dress in the most revealing lingerie she could find and kiss me passionately for moments on end, locking her fangs in mine to intensify the kiss. She would serve me breakfast, a human she caught for herself, but would rather me have… or even on occations she couldn't catch one, she would offer her own blood.

She'd never follow me into the lab. Probably because I told her it was rather dangerous, thought I meant to a mortal human, unlike herself. I knew she was curious. I knew she wanted to know what kept me from her. I knew she wanted to see what I did all night and some times day in there, confined within the churning machinery and whirring wheels and grinding gears. She worried about me. I knew she did… I just didn't see the signs.

She was happy, wasn't she? She had everything she could want! A fresh meal offered when she needed it and often times when she wanted it, though there were scarce times when circumstances would not allow me to hunt for her, or she could not hunt for herself. She had her precious servant, did she not? He waited on her, hand and foot. I saw the warning signs… she would constantly have him retrieve me from the lab, then when I arrived, she would claim to forgetting what she needed me for, then begged me to stay around, saying she would possibly remember some time soon. However, my busied lifestyle just would not allow me to spend five minutes with her and tell her how much I loved her, and how much she meant to me. I was even too busy to tell her that if she ever wanted anything like what she craved, she could come to me... and she would get the best I could offer.

Then… it was too late… the signs finally formed a brick wall, and smacked me square in the face. It was evident after I could do anything about it…

She was lonely and longing for me, and I could not take time out of my schedual and be there for her. That's why she did what she did, and it's all my fault.

Three weeks after the arrival of Christopher Hansen, the full moon rose again. My loved one's scent floated through the air of the castle as easily as the night itself. I was drawn to it, yet again, in my attempts to relocate the monster, found myself too busy to bother with the one I loved and the pleas for a simple sign of affection.

It was not until I was awoken out of a dead sleep at high noon did I realize what the signs meant. The sounds I heard from her room disturbed my pride and self image to no end.

They were sounds I'd never heard before. Sounds I was never able to create: her groans of pleasure rather than screams of pain, and shouts of enjoyment instead of watery tear filled howls of anguish. Jealously, anger, and rage filled my mind and I raced through the hall and up the stairs, to the room of Anna who was under the covers… and under Christopher.

A roar of fury ripped from my throat, and before I knew it, I was shredding Christopher from Anna with strength I never knew I had. She screamed in fear and hid her naked body under the bed spread while curling into a ball to avoid my wrath. Christopher, however, was not as fortunate, and needless to say, Anna now has a Christopher Hansen shaped window in her room.

With my rage turned away from the dazed and confused male on the other side of the room, I focused on the bride before me who whimpered and stared at me with frightened eyes.

"You!" I shouted and pointed at her. "You… b… betrayed me!" I spat the word out like it was garlic.

"Master! Please! Forgive me! I… I couldn't stop myself!" she cried, tears flowing from those beautiful eyes of hers.

"Never!" I screamed at her and grabbed her by the throat, shoving my claws into her tender, yielding skin. A scream of pain escaped her and she grabbed my wrist to ease the weight on her air tube.

"Master…" she wheezed. I extended my fangs as far as they would go, then dug them deep into her artery. She. Would. Pay.

"Don't hurt her! It's not her fault!" Christopher called, standing up. The boy had nerve…

"Shut up! You are next," I snarled and tossed her to the side, then lunged at him. He yelled and held be back.

"She could not help it! I could not help it! If you would have been there for her when she wanted you- needed you, maybe we wouldn't be in this situation!" Christopher yelled at me. His words struck closer to my heart than my heart's ever been struck before. The rage in me subsided and a calmness took over. The truth of his statement had ripped me from my crazed state.

My gaze switched over to Anna, who was laying on the floor, holding her throat while coughing up blood. Instantly, my hands fell from Christopher and I rushed to her side, holding her off the cold stone and in my arms, which really weren't much warmer.

"Anna…" I whispered apologetically and moved hair away from her sweaty, bloody face. She panted for air while I cleaned her throat out gently and bit into it, transferring my energy to her to allow her body to heal itself. The holes in her flesh quickly healed up. She looked at me with fear in her eyes, too scared to move.

"Anna, I'm sorry. Forgive me," I pleaded and hugged her gently. She responded with a slight whimper of fright and nodded.

"Yes, my master… you… are forgiven…" she seemed confused. I smiled ad her and picked her up gently, laying her down in the bed. I turned to Christopher with a glare.

"As for you, you bastard!" I snarled and walked towards him. "You'd better be out of this place by the time I count to five!"

Christopher, the idiot, had the nerve to stand there and prepare to fight me.

"One," I counted, walking towards him at a faster rate. He still didn't move.

"Two," I continued and let my fangs show.

"Three," My claws grew and I began to transform, hearing Anna gasp in fear behind me on the bed.

"Four," Still he didn't move. The fifth count was a loud roar of fury as I lept at him and slashed. He didn't move at all! He took it right across the chest and fell back against the wall, panting. That's why he didn't fight back, apparently… he was the wimp of all wimps…

"Please! Master! Stop! Let him go!" Anna pleaded, running to me and putting her hands on my shoulders. "Please!"

She was afraid of me… obviously… yet, here she was, trying to keep me from destroying her lover… the woman had nerve…

Eventually, I gave up on growling at Christopher, then took Anna in my arms and carried her back to the bed. I laid her down and glared at the other male until he got the idea that this was the time to leave before I slaughtered him on the spot.

Gently, slowly, and carefully, I sat beside Anna and stroked her stomach with my claws. She was scared, and she didn't keep it secret. Eventually, she became somewhat accustomed to it and didn't flinch as much. A purr escaped my throat and she stared at me, half with fear, half with calmness. I waited until she had fallen mostly asleep, then with all the force I could muster, I shoved my claws into her lower abdomen and thrashed them about so forcefully that she sat practically strait up and gasped for air while her blood slung everywhere on the bed.

"Ma…ste…" she tried to call, but passed out before she could finish. I caught her and hugged her, rubbing my face against hers lovingly. Her breathing was calm and slow, peaceful as if nothing happened. Peaceful, as if her womb hadn't been torn apart violently to keep the worthless rat's offspring from developing inside my beautiful bride… who was mine… and mine only…

I am a greedy bastard, and I refuse to share.

Don't you just love Dracula's methood of birthcontrol! Yeow! Anyhow... PUSH DA BUTTON!

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