Au: Hello everyone. I do not know how many have read this fanfic, but I wanted to say thank you if you read it at all ^_^. This is another chapter which I decided to dedicate it to my beloved friend, Crookedstateofmind who was kind enough to leave me the first comment. Thank you and hope you enjoy it. Again I apologize for spelling and grammatical errors ^^;

Warning! This is an M rated chapter, for violence and explicit scenery.

"Dialogues"

Thoughts

Another language

Inner Demon


Chapter 5

The pitch black sky was tinted with streams of crimson lines like rivers of blood, preaching the message of great a bloodlust soon to be unleashed by the fangs of Nobles. The moon shone like a bright red scope, gleaming and illuminating ruby lights, basking the earth in a pool of blood.

The air was dense and sinister, deliberately indicating the presence of all vampires among the keen eyed people residing together simultaneously; such nights was a sign of a great danger soon to come, and it concerned the perfect night of feasting for Nobles. A celebrating night indeed for the vampires as the Blood Moon shown in the sky, increasing the amusement, aroused hunger, and pleasure of drinking within the inferior creatures of the night.

The mighty Count's ball had sufficiently satisfied the appetite of nearly all population of his vampire clan, but still there were pesky little fiends that were not noble enough to be participating or joining the ball and therefore, left with no other choice but instinctively rely on their own feeding schedule.

Deep in the crimson river waves in the sky danced a glittering dust of black mist, sparkling as if made from bright Onyx stones. The mist went straight towards a certain direction, a specific destination and neither the wind nor the gentle tempting breeze seemed to stop it or manage to dissuade it from its path.

My mist like form was enough for a tactful maneuver from all the unnecessary stones might be thrown at my way; after all, in this world filled with magical creatures or capable of utilizing magic with great skills, I HAD to manage getting past them without being noticed. Although, it took me great deal of time to accustom myself to different spells, traps, and etc. in order to run through them without getting burned, cursed, or fall to my demise.

Sure it got you a few times quite severely! I scoffed at her, focusing my gaze toward North.

The more I quickened my pace, the scent of blood grew heavier and more unbearable for my sensitive nose, giving me a sense of nuisance. My pupils thinned when I focused my sight on a castle which was starting to become visible and clearer the more I neighed. It seemed like a floating mansion atop bloody clouds in a hellhole of its own.

"Finally!" My voice came more like a hiss rather than a normal exclamation.

Breaking through the magic barriers without causing any alarm, I entered through one of the open windows of the castle. I shifted back to my physical appearance and looked into the pitch black room which was only lightened by the crimson moonlight, bathing everything in a bloody mist. My demonic instincts, easily took tracks of a familiar scent; blood, fear, and most dominantly, death!

As it sounded strange, even in human form I always had the ability to smell death when it was near or around; it was a complex ability I had and as for explaining it, it smelt of something dense and void like…abyss! An indescribable heavy scent of nothingness, and yet, a tangible air which lacked lot of sufficient Oxygen. Usually, even damped air gives enough air to breathe, but the scent of death feels as if it tries to drain out the life from one's lungs as well. It is death after all; slowly, silently, it sucks your life force.

Sharpening my senses, I suddenly heard muffles of cries and yells from the walls, as if thousands of tortured souls were kept prison here, in this dungeon of a castle and punished for their lack of supreme blood to satisfy the Mistress of the place. I pitied them, feeling the weight of more pain heaving under my skin and on my bones.

She sure enjoys torturing them! that sadistic leech!

"Tortured and alone! Poor unfortunate souls!" I sighed bitterly.

A Sudden manly shriek tore my lines of thoughts. I dashed through the doors and changed from mist form to my original features again, increasing my speed and even teleporting towards the source of sounds. I even went through the walls and holes. If someone would've seen me from the outside, they might have mistaken me for another ghost, or maybe the reaper of these tortured souls, adding more to the hunted and fathom like features of this castle,

It didn't take me long till I arrived at a pair of doubled wooden doors, elegantly carved in golden lines and carved in Victorian Gothic style. The sound of a scream echoed from behind which soon turned into muffled yells. I scowled in disgust;

she must be in there…

Hate to admit, but I think we are interrupting her dinner time!

I turned into a dust of sparkling black sand, I gently rained down through the keyhole. Finished with my transportation, I slowly moved behind one of the very thick and aristocratic marble pillars, as if a gentle wind had blown the black sparkling mist. Morphing back, I took a quick peek….

There she was, wrapped in her glorious bloody red robe, with her back to me and appearing fast busy in her feasting. I spotted two pale masculine hands tightened into fists, holding a large amount of Carmella's garment in each as if holding to her for dear life. The sound of her ardently and vehemently drinking from that male reached my ears. I even smelt the utmost fear he was drenched in from that distant. The sound of choking blended with wet gasps made me feel sorry for the poor guy. Shifting my eyes to the floor in deep concern, my red cat eyes widened.

There were more than twenty young men, all dried from their blood, lying motionless on the ground. Their paled and blank dead stares filled me with a new rage of anger which only grew by the second. Their delicate youthful features were badly molested, clawed, rapped, and broken. The clothes were torn and left mostly nude for the sadistic Carmella not only to drink viciously from their bodies, but their souls as well; indulging herself in their pain and pleasure.

Such young men, all fine and healthy! Now, all faced such cruel and horrid end… a sad waste!

But not as long as I can stop it… I spat the words mentally at that bloody Countess.

Finished with her meal, she let out a loud moan of satisfaction towards the sky and dropped the boy to the side with little effort. My eyes searched the lying youth and hopped to find him alive, but he laid unmoving like the rest. My blood began to boil and I tried to gain my composure, for I feared my rage would result into an irrational act or decision.

Watching the satin river of her robe which followed her sick features like rivers of impure blood, I saw her climb the marble stairs of her tomb, reaching her glorious jeweled bed, and climbing in. Her movements were so graceful and mundane, one would doubt about her ironic tyrant and greedy hunger that if she were truly a Countess, a member of the higher noble level of the Vampiric society or a monster?

"Yessss…" I heard her disgusting voice hiss in utter ecstasy, making my stomach turn and knit in utter discomfort. The metallic scent of blood and the rotten stench of spoiled flesh, all blended with her unbearable arousal, made me only want to vomit. The more I stood my ground, the more unbearable became my breathing, as well as my tolerance that was coming to its limits.

"The blood of young men," her sultry voice molested the air, "Gives me utmost pleasure as well as beauty." I peeked from one side and found her lying in her bed, her crimson mischievous eyes looking like a well-fed beast, now ready to sleep from overeating. But, there was something that caught my eyes.

Her rubies were gleaming with such impure lust that made anyone feel, not only the hair of the back of their necks, but also their entire body to stand at their end. I felt a wave of cold shiver run down my spine.
This woman is to be feared

"I wonder," She spoke into the empty air filled with the aroma of delicious virgin blood. "If these men do such fine appetite for me, what would his blood do to my beautiful body?"

My eyes grew wide from the thought of a possible person she referred as him.

"Yes, imagine him all grown and fine… he would become more beautiful than all the many vampires I have met… even more luxuriously beauteous than his handsome father."

I heard a dark laugh. "Yes, and when I become his bride, I shall spend every night bathing in his ecstasy, drinking the finest blood of a virgin human and vampire simultaneously, make him beg me to stop and_" The room was filled with the darkest laughers and moans that seemed like hundreds of pained hounds howling and barking in hell itself.

The sudden realization of whom she had referred, made me lose my temper entirely, to such transcended level that my body was gradually losing control to keep the devil in check. My nails were growing longer, my hair was flowing with the blazing aura of rage laminating from me and my bones were starting to feel heavier. My triggering was commencing. I could sense the inner hiss and desire of my demon form which screamed for release and ripping that woman, limb by limb, apart in pure bloodlust and wrath.

How DARE she talk and think so PERVERSED about my precious little D? I'll show you no mercy!

That woman needs to be stopped… and SOON!

Standing my ground to ease my mind a bit, I waited silently, patiently till I sensed her eased heart beating in silent gentle rhymes, indicating that she had drifted into a soundless sleep. I neared the tomb cautiously as to not step over the dead bodies, and as I neighed her sleeping form, my balled hands began to tremble in pure rage.

Enjoy your last night hideous Princess, for tonight shall be the last you would ever see the pure smile of the moon above.

Opening my left hand, I summoned the Golden sword which belonged to my friend, and climbed the stairs up till I stood just above her sleeping body, watching her laying just like a corpse in her grave.

Splendid… now you shall not need any grave, for here will become your monument. Now…

Taking the gleaming golden sword with both hands atop her heart, I pointed the tip of the sharp weapon accurately with no false miscount. My trembles ceased and I held my breath for a second to adjust the sharp tip unequally right atop her moving chest.

Letting out my heated breath, I smirked in utter mirth and raised the cursed sword higher.

DIE!

As the sword came down like a striking lightning bolt, the double heavy doors of the hall burst open in a flash of light, making me halt my action just as the tip touched her porcelain skin in a hair's length.

There he stood, with his enormous elegant wings, reconstructing to their pitch black majestic cloak form, falling like black waterfalls behind the royal tight armor suit. His gleaming rubies glared swords at me, his face showed the handsome visage of a raged vampire, no… a demon, and his dark long hair was moving from side to side by the energy he was unleashing.

My features darkened into a mere shadow of my demonic visage, showing my complete outraged temper, truly displeased with his presence in my hunting ground.

"Dracula…" My sneer resonated like the sharp tongue of a beast ripped from her prey into the dead silent air.

"Don't do it." He warned in his Vampiric tongue, sending his chilling voice to freeze everything around him. If his anger showed the piercing skin-breaking icebergs, my rage was the raging flames only could be found in the hearth of hell, devouring all flesh and bone in its paths.

"Roxana, Step. Away. From. Her!" He took gentle steps towards me, heels clicking by connecting with the ground and echoing melodically in the silent chamber. His face not faltering from their darkened features.

"Give me one good reason NOT to kill this mischievous leech and NOT save what is important to us both?" I snarled in bitterness.

I could easily feel my grown fangs peeking through my cherry stained lips like two sharp needles, piercing my gum, but it didn't matter nor could be compared to the piercing knives I kept feeling in my heart from the fatal glare the Count was bestowing me.

Dracula only stood in the middle of the dark vermillion carpet among the many lifeless bodies with his glowing raven aura. Truly he was like a dangerous gleaming black diamond.

"If you kill her, my subjects will surely suspect my hands being involved in the murder." He quietly explained, trying to keep his voice even, though his eyes betrayed the raging trembles his body was restraining to display.

In that moment another wave of anger began to coarse through my veins, making me wonder how much more heated I could get before finally losing my complete control.

COWARD!… You value your despicable pedigree and your blood-sucking cockroaches rather than caring for the utmost vital safety of your son? How DARE you THINK that?

My body was giving out sparks of hellish flames and my skin was paling as my transformation was becoming more uncontrollable with each passing second.

"You favor your leech like people whereas I favor my precious son." My snarl came from the throat of a demoness.

Drac's eyes grew more narrowed till he only watched me from under heavy dark lashes, his thin red lips frowning and showing his two sharp needles poking out from his fangs.

"Please, don't talk as if you are his mother."

Wrong words…

"I AM HIS NANE!…A SECOND MOTHER!… A FAMILY! At least MORE THAN YOU WERE EVER HIS FATHER!" I finally shouted.

"DON'T DO SOMETHING THAT D HAS TO PAY…" His words made me unknot my furrowed brows. "Listen, if Carmella dies, they will start investigating the reason and if they find out I had a hand in it, my son will be punished, for she has vowed in front of all… willingly… proposed as a suitable bride, which means that the only one able and officially allowed to decide for her life or death is D." He growled resentfully. "Regardless of the status, anyone else doing her any harm without D's consent will be punished mercilessly."

Digesting this information, I raised the tip of the majestic blade a bit to avoid further piercing. I heard him continue, "If the news of her death spreads," I saw him sneer vehemently at Carmella's sleeping form. "Then my son, being her future Count, will pay the consequences for not being informed nor asked for permeation for her execution." The Count before me let out raspy breaths from his chilled lungs.

Coursing the new information in my mind, I found them reasonably true; damn the Vampire's laws and their strictness for holding grounds towards the illegals. Dracula was completely right, for my action would not save D but probably make him pay the price for my crime.

Looking at the bloody Countess' griming visage, I suppressed a growl and drew the sword slowly away from her chest, wondering how she didn't wake up from all this commotion.

"Fine," I still held lazily the weapon above her beating chest, but my relaxed stance, made Dracula to change his eye colors back into their heart melting topaz blue. "You're right, Darc." I sighed and let my body cool a bit with the chilling atmosphere which suddenly wrapped me in it.

Turning towards the handsome aristocratic face of my friendly nemesis, I found Dracula smiling at my choice of decision. His features calmed as well and I saw how his demonic face turned into one that of a beauteous dark angel.

"Good, then… we shall retrieve back to the castle…" He took a final bitter glance at the sleeping form of Carmella before turning gracefully on his heels.

"Yes, we shall return." I repeated him, watching his back slowly distancing from me. "You know Drac," I spoke nonchalantly, almost calling for his attention.

I found him looking sideways. "Yes, milady," His flirtatious tone drenched of genuine sarcasm.

"You always tell me what to do and what not, but we both know that whenever you fail to listen to me, you end up in a mess." I smirked bitterly.

I, who was holding the weapon exactly on the fatal spot all the time, took one last glance at the gleaming golden sword before turning toward Drac, finding his sharp eyes growing gradually wide in anxiety.

"Roxana, p-put the weapon away before you hurt her." his hands came up in surrender.

"My dear friend, you are right not to kill her, but this time," I locked gazes at him, founding his rubies wide in utter horror. "You're wrong!"

"NOOOO!…"

A lightning-bolt struck and the cursed sword hit its mark, piercing the beating heart of the dark Countess, and making her jump from pure agony. She though failed to jolt up, for she was firmly pinned within her grave by the strong blow I had adjusted to her.

Her eyes fell on me as cries and growls escaped her mortified expression. "YOU!... Y-Y-YOU WILL PAY!" her nails crawled through the pillar grave, leaving marks behind.

Her struggle became immediately futile as life swiftly drained from her growing spoiled body. Skin and flesh melted and a stench of burned meat filled my nostrils. Her burning body let out steam and her ear-piercing cries continued till from her distorted features was left nothing but only a mummy corpse.

Silence enwrapped us in it. It's over!

The walls shook and rubbers of stones and piles of dust rained atop us, making me and Dracula to lock gazes for one last time; my rubies filled with gleams of triumph while his were filled with vengeance.

"What have you done?" A demonic voice escaped vermillion lips.

"What I had to, Drac."My face was holding a dark smile of victory whereas his held a bitter scowl.

"You will PAY for what you have done!"

Yes, taste the bitter taste of defeat… Although my win shall bring you equal luck and fortune as well.

"As ungrateful as always. Surely you must have been the one striking the blade into her heart, not me. And this is the thanks I get?"

A large pile of stone fell between us, blocking our views from each other and granting a wonderful chance for us both to dematerialize into feathers and mist, respectively, and return to the castle. Leaving the castle, I could hear the continuous sound of falling walls and pillars from afar. My gaze went up at the moon above and found the red hue diminishing into a tranquil blue color, indicating that things would go to normal again.

"I shall regret the day I brought you to my castle, woman!" I heard his final growl before I found his feather like feature turned into a huge bat and flying toward his mansion.

I smiled darkly.

Touché!

One day you shall thank me for this, Dracula.

To be continued…


Au: Seriously! When did Dracula EVER manage to handle something all by himself?... anyways, I hope this was to your enjoyment and thank you again for reading, following, or reviewing. They are all appreciate it and accepted humbly. Danke Schon!

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