A/N: WARNING!!!!!!
"Van Helsing!" She cried out into the darkness, the terrible darkness.
"No one can save you now. He is dead." A deadly hiss echoed through the cavern of her mind.
"He is not! He will save us, he will! I know it…" Katie was twirling around, trying to battle the laughter that was resounding throughout the place, wherever she was.
"Such a foolish child. You cannot possibly know, for you are just a mortal, a little pure angel for me to drag into ruin. Give into the night, and everything will be alright." Said Dracula, everywhere and pounding into her brain.
"No, I'm not a fool, nor a child. I am more than that, I know somehow." She was racked with despair, falling to her knees to the ground, the shapeless floor of thoughts and shadows.
"Listen to me, for all I say is the truth. Believe in me, believe in the darkness. Let it preserve your beauty, let it give you power." The hissing words were suddenly in front of her, and her eyes opened only for her to see a ghostly Dracula, brimming with malevolence and bloodlust. He was smirking, and on his knees to her level his fangs unsheathed. She could not move then, fear rooting her to the spot while he roughly grasped her and pulled her to him. The force of her colliding with his chest made her head flop back, and the cold from his quivering lips and fangs lightly touching her throat were causing her to shudder.
This was fear, this was death, this was sinful she thought. And she could do nothing but scream when he sunk his fangs into her throat.
"I will give it to you, whether you like or not." Those were the last words she heard, before waking up into reality.
She shivered and whimpered when she awoke. What she was expecting was the darkness of death, but the throb on her throat suddenly dissipated with a few blinks, almost clearing her vision.
The room was as dark as ever, but what she noticed was the curtains that had closed tightly. She never closed them, hoping for sunlight to light up the room, but it didn't. She sighed and looked the clock, now at 7 o'clock in the evening. She moved to her side to see the clock, reaching her hands under her nightgown to wipe the sweat that had collected there. It was just a dream, she thought, a nightmare that still had her heart pumping at a fast pace, but was slowing down as she calmed. She flipped to her stomach, clutching the pillow underneath her and squeezing it hard. She then started missing her parents, her family and friends she left behind. A tear from that left its mark on the pillow, and she squeezed harder in pain.
But then, her heart skipped a beat when a cold hand was rubbing her sweaty back deliciously and chillingly.
"Sleep well?" Said Dracula, on his elbow next to her.
Katie turned her head to see him where Elizabeth was sleeping only last night. He had taken her place, and to top it off he was shirtless. The whiteness of the sheets matched his pale complexion, the body of a vampire. She was wide eyed at the chiseled, god-like body, her mind in a mix of either becoming hot and turned on by looking at the muscles or in fear at the intoxicating heat of obvious lust coming from him. It was making her sweat even more.
"No…" Katie managed to gurgle; gulping and propping herself up to try to get out of bed, away from the lusty eyed man next to her. But she was stopped when he, his hand on her back, pushed her down onto the mattress. Before she could cry out and move he pinned her down, both hands on her shoulders and his body sliding under the sheets to lie fully on top of her. Katie was smushed, the crushing weight on her keeping her from lifting her self up and bucking him off.
"Dracula please let me go!" She cried out, her heart racing as his grip on her shoulders was massaging and then moving across her front, cupping her breasts and only the thin fabric of her nightgown separating them from truly touching them. Dracula caught her off guard at the right moment, the transition to nightmare, from a quick pinning to the ground earning her from the previous terrifying dream to get her breath quickened again and making her into fear, and then the torturous licking and kissing of her neck on her shoulders, and his expertise hands thus aching to get into her clothes. With each squeeze, shuddering lick, sharp bite on her shoulder, and him rubbing circles on her hips with his fingers, she was gasping and her body throbbing at the sudden onslaught of pleasure. It was happening very fast, and she could not suppress the quick shuddering gasps from the sensations that were shooting up her spine. There was no time for words or any pleas, the almost painful sensations making her skin flare up in heat and sweat break out. Katie in her life thought this man, the character anyways from the movie, somewhat a turn on, but now that he was worshipping her body like an animal, and his hands getting even friendlier with untying her nightgown, she was having second thoughts. He was coaching her into perfect lust, torturing her to gather her moans and gasps while he played with her in a most barbaric way on her body. She now was splayed out on the bedspread, her struggles and beatings on the bed in vain as she could no longer fight the explosions of pleasure and passion making her limp, moan, and shudder. Her eyes were clenched shut with each fidget of her being, and it only got worse when she felt his tongue now fully caress her back when her nightgown in the back was pulled open, his hands moving through her golden hair until going over her skin, her body perfectly arched with the twangs of heat and never-felt before pleasure surging through her body. She couldn't stop from the torture he was giving every inch of her length without even touching the skin underneath. But things were about to change, her gasps of hot heated breath and tears were going to climax. Dracula's hands now were grasping her hips, his kisses only reaching the middle of her back and his throbbing need clothed thankfully by underwear, was desperate to be buried inside of her. But he held himself back, wanting to torture his swan first, to teach her a few things.
"What is my name, my bird?" He said, letting her calm down a bit, only to be gently and burningly reminded of pleasure by his hands running over her clothed arse and getting dangerously close to touch her throbbing nether regions.
Katie was desperate. She had never felt so exhilarated, so hot and so terrified in all her life. She was almost going to lose herself to the lust he had stirred in her, and what she only smelled now was him, all over her clothes, the bed, everything. Now, she felt then what perhaps was worse then what Elizabeth had to feel last night. What Katie felt was that the pleasure was pain, that he was making her moan and feel terrified for his joy. I must rebel! I can't fall under this; I can't let him get any pleasure from me!
"Your name is Count Dracula." She breathed, earning a fierce growl from him that rumbled through her being, causing her to cringe and whimper in fear, but she wasn't expecting then to have him grind into her, earning him a gasp of both pain and ecstasy from her.
"Wrong answer, my sweet!" He was hard, grabbing her hips and nestling himself in between her legs, her underwear, night gown and his boxers the only thing keeping her virgin. He was ravishing her barbarically and harshly, holding her hips fast while she writhed from the ache down in her core that was continually fed. After a little bout of grinding, he stopped, stroking her thighs from the hands that had hiked up her gown. He let her pant for a few seconds, watching with a devilish smirk her head sideways on the pillow, her hands clenched and grasping the sheets, her limpid blue eyes refusing to cry as she struggled not to sob. She still lay on her stomach, her body heaving with each breath and giving a slight moan when she felt him rub her stomach and run through her cleavage.
"My name is Vladislaus. My real name, Vladislaus Say it or suffer." He hissed in her ear.
"I will never say it." Katie rasped, and once again a barrage of heavy grinding, jabbing and making her claw and squeal with the forced ecstasy shooting through her. She could not help how wet she was, how she couldn't stop the cries, how she felt her lower half lift and rest on Dracula knees, giving him more control of his most favorite torture. Oh, how he reveled in it, hurting in a lusty way this little innocent.
"It will stop when you say those words. Or do you not want to keep you innocence till your wedding night?" he husked, the deep sonrerous tones setting her mind on fire. Katie felt like giving up as he plunged harder for a second, and his expertise fingers sliding the clothing off to reveal more of her bra, his fingers on it while he continued to numb her lower half, threatening to take it off.
"I will…keep my innocence…no matter what…Ooh…I…please…" She said, before a spasm of what seemed like electricity shock her entire being from the sizzling touch on her almost bare thighs that went directly up into her, one hand threatening to pull off her underpants while the other tugging at her bra. Katie was most fear stricken at this moment. And she was having second thoughts of rebellion, only a word to stop him from violating her with his eyes. If she gave in, he would most surely stop and set her free from this.
"Just one little word…and this will end." He hissed, wandering his hands all over her. The delicate touch was most reassuring, breaking her mind and letting her go. Katie couldn't take it anymore. It was just a little word, one tiny act of submission to let her dignity prevail.
"Vladislaus…" she gasped out, and Dracula immediately let go of her clothes, kissing her back and tying up the nightgown. He got out of his position and rolled over to the side, once again on his elbow looking at her as she moaned in defeat, laying still and letting her body settle down.
"Now, my dear, it wasn't so hard to say, wasn't it now? You would have been wise to give in awhile ago." He chuckled, stroking her hair.
"Why? Why did you come t-to torture me?" Katie rasped, rolling onto her back and placing a hand on her lower regions to try to quell the soreness and the activity down inside her.
"You both need to learn my name, seeing as Dracula is my last name. I thought I should get the point across and tell you that if you call me names other than Vladislaus, then I will do worse things to you. Understood?" He said, holding her head close to his, his legs entwined with hers keeping her still. She was then quickly placed underneath Dracula in a squeal of surprise, Dracula sitting on top of her and dangerously close to kissing her.
"Yes, Vladislaus." She moaned again, and finished with him licking her lips.
"Good girl." And with that he kissed her, mauling her lips and shoving his tongue into her mouth, passionately exploring her mouth, reviling in her taste. She whimpered and fidgeted through the kiss, and unwittingly using her tongue to try to push his back, only to make him growl and battle it. She quickly gave up at what he was doing, and he stopped, letting her breathe.
"Breakfast will be ready shortly. I will deal with Elizabeth now. You I will save till your wedding night, but tonight Elizabeth is mine. Explore the castle at your own risk." Grinning wickedly, he got off her and slowly dressed himself, allowing her to either watch him or close her eyes and catch her breath. In a few minutes, Dracula left her alone to cry softly on the bed.
I must get up; I must warn Elizabeth what he plans to do! She thought, rising and getting dressed, trying to ignore the constant aroused throb through her mind and body. Anna was right about his sexual appetites. He was evil to do that to her, and the fact her only clothing was white was miserable enough, to add that Dracula, black dressed, was trying to assault a white angel. He wanted her purity that was for sure. She knew that.
Dressed in her previous outfit, she put on her white sandals and headed out to Elizabeth's room.
She wasn't there.
And that was then she heard the scream.
Katie began running to the sound, the sound echoing through the dark gothic halls of the castle. She knew who that scream was.
A/N: CLIFFIE!!!!