A/N: The puppet master…
The first thing Elizabeth saw when her eyes fluttered open was that she was looking through a layer of ice. She knew she was staring at a dark ceiling, very dark and gothic arched. And she was feeling…stiff and cold, but strangely strong. And, from then the point where she was figuring out where she was, she then wanted to get out of this icy prison, seeing that she was trapped under the ice coat.
"Help! Anybody, please!" She yelled, though wondering if anybody could hear her, or was even there to listen to her pleas. She could not move, and that fact was making her very scared. Not even her head could move to see herself.
But, somehow or another, the ice was melting off of her. And within a matter of moments, she was uncovered by the ice and she her self sat up in wonderment. And, unfortunate to say, she couldn't sit up fully when the arms that were wrapped around her pulled her back down to collide with the owner's chest. And that was Dracula, holding Elizabeth and keeping her from struggling out of his hold.
"Dracula? What?" Elizabeth squealed, grabbing his hands and kicking, bucking up and down to get out of his strong hold but she couldn't. And, as expected, she got tired from fighting and fell limp as soon as Dracula's comforting and strangely controlling hushes in her ear. Elizabeth couldn't help herself fight back, her entire body limp in his arms. The whispers then turned into words.
"Shh, my darling. It's only me, your master." Dracula hissed into her ear. Now that she couldn't move voluntarily, his hands were wandering over her body that in fact was still naked from last night.
"I don't have a master…"Elizabeth was moaning and shuddering from the touches over her body. She couldn't move; it was like her dream yesterday.
"Yes, that dream…only I didn't pleasure you last night. I only killed you." Dracula cooed, licking her neck and sliding his hands down her body and sides at an agonizingly slow pace. Elizabeth did not like this position, though when he said those words she froze from her fidgeting.
"Wait…I died? No!!" Elizabeth, with Dracula letting slack his power over her, lifting her hands up to her neck.
At the touch, the marks she was sure he placed there were gone. And then the complete memory of the few days before pounded into her mind. And with her hand on her heart, there was no heartbeat. And she felt none from him.
"My little Nosferatu…pale as a china doll. Now, your soul is mine forever. And soon, your body." He coolly grasped her hips, moving her body in a slow motion as he grinded in between her legs as she lay on top of him.
"No, please no…stop, stop!" She gasped at each sensation that was being caused to her, and was struggling helplessly held to him by him from her hips and the arm that trapped her arms from flaying around. Tears were streaming down her face, defeat and her body convulsing as she struggled to get up. But she couldn't and Dracula soon settled out from under her and was now perched above her. And, lazily he licked up her cleavage and neck, stopping to kiss her on the lips.
During his passionate mauling of her lips and the exploration of her mouth, Elizabeth began to realize something. And with that realization, she began to formulate a plan.
"I'm a vampire then." Elizabeth gasped out when he stopped, but with her pervading sense of wit that was hibernating under the cloak of fear as a mortal, now immortal; she then took notice of her new enhanced perceptions. So, with a quick lengthen of her fangs, and Dracula not noticing when he locked lips with her once again, she gladly bit into him and with the also enhanced strength, pulled her arms out of his grasp and threw him off and out of the coffin. Now, that she was free and was a bit delighted at the manly growl of surprise when she threw him off, she quickly sat up and looked around, glad to see a black bride outfit hanging on the wall. And, stepping out and running towards the available clothing, she pulled down the top and tied it on while she watched earnestly Dracula stand up and fix his hair back. That gave her enough time to slip her skirt on and back against the wall, because very angry Dracula was walking towards her with ill intent on his mind. Elizabeth did not want to be trapped against a wall. So, she took off running to the door and tried to push and pull it open.
"Leaving so soon? Pity. You could open those doors if you had breakfast however." Dracula smirked sneaking up behind her.
"Breakfast? Mister D, that would mean I would have to kill some one and drink their blood. That is not proper for me." Elizabeth managed to budge the door a bit, but she still hadn't the strength to open it. Since that, she quickly moved out of the way, where if she didn't Dracula's hand that sliced out at her and pinned itself into the door would have hit her shoulder. Elizabeth ran to the other side of the room, breathing useless air.
"Oh, I think you would. You will have to do it or die again. That is not proper for you, my dear." Dracula unhinged himself from the door, and turned to face his persistent little vampire.
Elizabeth bumped into a table, tripping a bit, looking at Dracula's perceiving and bewitching blue eyes. Dracula took her gaze into his, flowing the commanding voices to his fledgling girl and keep her still while he walked over to claim what was his. And soon, with her trembling and her will bending, she slumped against the wall where he now stood in front of her, keeping their eyes locked while he pressed his body against hers firmly. The midnight of power in his eyes was grasping her will and molding it, and soon her eyes became glassy and her mind off into space.
"Say my name, puppet." He hissed, holding her head in his hands.
"Vladislaus…" Elizabeth mindlessly drawled.
"And who is your puppet master?" Dracula cooed, getting closer to her face.
"You are…"
"What is your purpose?"
"To serve your desires…"
"And what do you want the master to do?"
"Use me…"
"Good puppet." And with that, he kissed her, devouring her lips in frenzy and exploring her mouth with his tongue that her lips accepted. All she was doing was moan and kiss back, grasping the wall and letting him explore her body with his fingers and passionately keep on kissing.
They both knew that they did not need air. And Dracula at last thought he would get what he wanted.
But he was wrong.
A/N: Gasp! Who can save me? R&R!