Chapter 6

Dracula showed her to a bedroom full of deep midnight blues laced with silver.

"You can stay here, like a civilized lady. Or I can throw you back into my coffin if I ever sense you trying to stay out in the sun again." he threatened her.

"Then get out of my room." Anna ordered him.

He bowed at her mockingly and left her alone.

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Anna didn't know how to transform and fly, which meant she was stuck at Castle Dracula. The mirror only worked one way. You could get to the castle via the mirror, but if you wanted to leave, you had to fly out.

Anna had been on a suicide mission when she first passed through that mirror. No return journey had been planned. She would attempt to kill Dracula, and he would either kill her or she would succeed in killing him and then die herself automatically, since as his progeny, it would be impossible to remain alive after the death of the master vampire.

But Dracula didn't kill her, even though she kept trying to kill him. For weeks, he fed her, clothed her, and swatted her away like an insignificant fly any time she tried to attack.

Dracula seemed almost invigorated by the constant attempts on his life, despite his clear disdain towards her every attack.

Anna could still feel the mental barrier between the two of them that Dracula had placed. Which only infuriated her more. It meant he wasn't even trying, he was literally playing with her because he was bored.

"Will you stop that? Why do you never finish me off?" Anna yelled at him in frustration, as he took his teeth away from her throat and walked away casually.

His lips twisted into a small smirk, "Where would the fun in that be?"

Which brought another scream of frustration and Anna leaping at him blindly.

He dodged gracefully and in retaliation pinned her to the wall, holding both of her wrists above her head with only one hand.

His eyes wandered all over her face as if memorizing it. After months of feeding her only human blood, she looked flawless and smelled incredible. Her eyes glowed an icy blue as pure as his own, as she unknowingly barred her fangs at him in defiance. He shifted slightly so he could press a knee between her legs. Her breath caught in her throat at the sudden bold move and a slight blush appeared immediately across her pale cheeks.

"Anna…." he sighed in reluctance. It was getting harder and harder to resist his natural urges to mate with her.

He didn't personally want her, and he knew the feeling was mutual. But what was also mutual was both of their vampiric instincts telling them to go for it anyway.

This is why vampires never turn people they don't like into vampires! He thought to himself as he shook his head in frustration. It only muddied the water and caused hatred, lust, and confusion.

But Anna's turning had been a total accident and now he was stuck with just her for company for the rest of eternity, thanks to bloody Van Helsing and the werewolf antidote. He offhandedly wondered why his sanity was still intact from all of this.

Against his better judgment, he rocked into her, grinding his leg into the apex of her thighs. Her breathing sped up and her pupils dilated. Surprisingly, she didn't protest and allowed him to continue the motion, moving her hips slightly to better aid his motion.

Taking this as a positive sign, he trailed a few lingering kisses up the column of her throat until he found her mouth. As he pressed tender kisses there, Anna seemed to come back to reality and drew back from him. He let her go, almost disturbed as she was by the sudden turn of events.

She couldn't look him in the face for a week afterwards, and completely stopped her assassination attempts. Life was rather boring again, he decided.

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As Anna approached her bedroom, she smelled something so sharp and fresh that her fangs were already growing in her mouth when she ripped open the door. Strewn across her bed was a beautiful young woman, cuts covered her body, dripping crimson onto the deep blue sheets. Anna paused. She wanted to help her, but she knew that if she touched that girl now she would lose control and kill her. Dracula stood smirking nearby and she glared at him. She blinked in surprise when he held out a bottle of blood. Without hesitation she accepted it, for she was one second from leaping onto the bed and draining the poor woman dry. As soon as Anna finished drinking the first bottle, Dracula handed her a second one.

"I don't need this..." Anna immediately objected.

"You're going to drink it for pleasure." Dracula purred at her, "and thereby learn some control. You want to save the girl, don't you?"

Dracula put a hand on her shoulder and turned her to look at the bed again. "Do you really think you can keep from hurting her even now?" he suggested in her ear.

No, she couldn't be assured of that. Yes, she wasn't starving anymore, but she also wasn't full and satisfied either. She looked down with trepidation at the bottle of blood in her hand and then back over at the bed where the girl's breathing was getting more ragged.

Anna brought the bottle to her lips, intending to make it go as quickly as possible.

"No, don't guzzle it. That never leads to satisfaction." Dracula ordered. "Let yourself taste it. Savor it."

Against her better judgment, Anna tried to slow down. Frankly, the taste of it was orgasmic and she could feel the heat building in her belly. She leaned back into his chest as she finished the bottle, and his arms snaked around her waist. As he kissed her slowly, she could taste the girl's blood in his mouth. Oh.
But she couldn't stop. Touching him, the taste of blood in their mouths, the smell of the girl on the bed, her personal demon painting scarlet images across the surface of her mind. It was all too much. Her knees buckled, but he caught her, carried her to the bed and laid her against the bleeding skin of the mortal woman. Anna sank her fangs into her neck and drained her dry.

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Oh poor Anna. Dracula is hot and has literally nothing better to do with his time anymore except focus on corrupting her slowly.
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