A/N: Things get hotter and hotter around here…
Elizabeth was the first to take notice of the rather loud thunks on the door. But she could not see what was happening, and she soon forgot about it when once more her mind slipped away, and let Dracula begin taking her clothes off. And all too soon to her feverish mind, was then a loud hack that was heard and it was too hard to ignore, even for Dracula. He too turned his head.
"Damn…" Dracula was angry. Angry that Katie was desperate enough to hack his fine black oak doors and stumble with a weapon, in her nightgown, onto the stone floor in the midst of him trying to satisfy his lust for Elizabeth.
"Damn right. Now let her go!" Katie immediately stood up, pointing the little weapon at him and advancing. She was beyond furious at that moment. "You knocked her up last night I'm sure, and don't do it again! You made an innocent woman a whore because of your lusts!"
"My dear, you are quite mistaken. I didn't take her virginity last night. I took her life. But if you hadn't stumbled in, then I would have also used her." Dracula devilishly smirked, letting Elizabeth go to slump to the floor and regain her normal senses.
"WHAT?! Oh my God…" Katie was staring now at Elizabeth's face. Yes, Elizabeth was breathing, shaking her head, moaning, and breaking from the spell. But the fact that she was deathly pale, her fingernails longer and pointed, and the strange dark, gothic aura surrounding her like Dracula's…it only meant one thing.
"Master? Master, what is…OH MY GOD!!!! I just called you…you master! No, no…" Elizabeth leaned back with her eyes closed, shaking her head and then looking at Katie intently. Dracula bent down to grasp her arms and pull her up, picking her up bridal style and holding her there in the light of the candles that were to the effect enhanced Elizabeth's pale and chiseled features of a vampire.
"Yes, she is a vampire. And a beautiful one at that. Don't worry; she will be completely mine some time soon. But I must tell you, tonight you are mine. Because…" Dracula set Elizabeth back to her feet, whereupon she ran over behind Katie while Dracula leaned down at her. "…it will be your wedding night."
"I cannot stand you, count." Katie defiantly said the hatchet blade in between both their faces. "And I will not let you use me!"
"Oh, but I shall, I will till my heart's content. And there is nothing you can do about it!" He smirked devilishly and had a dangerous gleam in his eye. From that Katie took the cue to lodge the sharp blade firmly into his face.
Dracula dropped his beloved, and Elizabeth quickly crawled away from Dracula, now on his knees and yelling out in pain and anger. Blood was everywhere, and Dracula was grasping the handle and pulled it out deftly. But it was by then both girls thought it very, very wise to leave the premises immediately.
Through the hacked door they both went, running down the stairs like mad and beholding the site before them that had unfolded in the great hall.
Everywhere were white decorations, frilly and chains and glowing florescent eerie candles. The hall was not a bright white, but white and gray, like a dreary pale setting. Until a podium was being set up behind them on the stairs, then they knew why everything was white.
"Is not this perfect for a wedding ball? I hope it is to your liking Katie. It's not everyday when a young woman such as you gets wed to a man like me." Dracula was triumphantly orating above them at the podium, his arms out stretched and a sarcastic expression on his face.
"She will never marry you Dracula! Or me when my time comes! Already you have ruined my life, don't ruin hers!" Elizabeth hissed standing in front of Katie with her fangs lengthened.
"I told you to never call me Dracula! My name, puppet, my real name…" Dracula menacingly strode down the steps, making the affrighted girls keep backing up.
"Yes, Vladislaus…no, wait! W-w-what's happening?!" Elizabeth fell to her knees, clutching her head and trying her best to block out the commanding voices in her head that made her say that. Elizabeth, sweat rolling off her brow, tears in her eyes, she struggled to block out the mind control and the now natural disposition in her vampiric mind to adhere to Dracula as her master. Elizabeth knew that it would be bad to give in. And in her stricken position, Dracula took advantage of that to walk over and hold her, pulling her up into his arms. Elizabeth was beyond struggling, being very weak from her mind battles that were happening inside her head as she fought him for control of her entire mind.
"You are quite strong, my beloved. That is indeed what I love about you. But you will fall in due time. Now, I must claim Katie as truly my bride in holy matrimony." Dracula laughed while holding the fidgeting and weak young woman, her energies devoted to her mental blocks.
"Katie…run…" She managed to stutter out, and Katie took the cue given. She ran.
Katie was running and running, as before to down the fire lit hall and past the many Dwergi already swarming to Dracula's cause. She only turned her head to see Elizabeth held in Anna's arms now, her grim expression of guilt and worry stretched across her face and Dracula nowhere to be seen.
"Take her to the dressing room to get changed. The guests will be arriving soon." And with that Katie stopped, for she thought it wise to not run into the Dwergi in a circle around her. Luckily she still had her weapon in hand and readied to strike put at them, all holding chains to bind around her. Already they were lassoing her ankles and arms. Katie was yelping at every bind, hacking and fighting but failing to cut through the metal of the chains. And soon, with the sheer amount of the little vicious buggers, Katie fell to the ground and the Dwergi began dragging her into a room, a darkly lit room. And what she saw was a wedding dress hanging on the wall and Dracula standing right next to it.
"Drac…" Before she finished saying that sentence, the fiery gleam in her eye reminded her of what he said about his name. "I mean Vladislaus. What do you mean to do?"
"Why, I can't exactly trust you to put the dress on yourself. I must do it myself!" Dracula was in his usual pose of leaning against the wall and wearing his devilish smirk and helping to take the chains off now standing Katie.
"No! I…I can dress myself…please, don't do that!" As soon as Katie was free from the bonds she started to back away. But it was in fact she tripped and was only held in his arms and her knees bracing against his legs. Her feet were entwined with some chains, which was what made her trip, and herself now lifted by her seat that his hand deftly held and brought her to collide with his chest, backing her against the wall and pushing her head to the side where he had access to untie the ribbons on the front of her dress, his breath and then his head against her face, nuzzling and nibbling while he kept working the clothes off, now his hands behind her back and freely untying the laces back there that held her nightgown up. Katie only could breathe a million miles an hour and gasp from her stricken position, her head trapped between the cold stone wall and the cold stone-like visage of Dracula, smirking and growling in contentment with his constant face caresses and the delicious fear scent of her he loved. It kept her busy while he pulled down the gown and moved his head down, kissing her body while he pulled it off, even past her stomach and legs. Katie was astonished; her mouth wide-open in the strange pleasure that was plaguing her body. It too had held her while he traveled back up and held the wedding dress in his hands, pulling it over her head and was himself pressed close to her body to keep her standing up. Soon, with his hands behind her back while he tied it up, she was ready for the wedding, though right now was still dazed and moaning from some more face nuzzling. And, subdued he placed the veil over her face.
Perfect. He thought. And now he held her lazy fluttering eyes to his, staring into her beautiful sunny blue. And with his own electric blue eyes, he soon woke her up and that was when he held her tighter as she fidgeted.
"What happened? I…I…" Katie was having a hard time stringing her words together. The confusion was very efficient enough for Dracula to use as he opened the door and led her out into the lit ballroom.
There were hoards of vampires, in black and white, dancing away in the gloomy, yet somewhat pale bright light. And with her being led by a group of other vampires to the base of the stairs, it was like a dream. Though she only caught glimpses of Elizabeth held still by Anna, seeing her cry silent tears while the lights all dimmed.
Up at the middle of the stairs to the large black bedroom was a little podium, with a black robed priest and Dracula, him in a dapper shining black cape. And with realization at what was happening at that moment, she only felt regret. Regret while the bridesmaids were leading her up to the altar to smiling Dracula, smirking and in a daze at her delicious scent that was permeated all around himself. He was hungry, hungry for her fear scent again, and for her hot rich sweet blood. And he would have it all tonight.
Katie was crying as the priest kept blabbing on and on the wedding vows. There was nothing she could do to stop the wedding, and there was nothing she or anybody could do to save her from her fate. Her dreams of being rescued from this peril by a handsome knight were slim, now she knew that peril these days with a being that was the symbol of lust and eroticism was not going to always have a happy ending was struck down by the sledge hammer of reality, however un-real that Dracula existed in the now.
"Do you, Vladislaus, take Katie to be your lawful wedded wife, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?" the priest chanted.
"I do."
"And do you, Katie, take Vladislaus to be your lawful wedded husband, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"
Katie paused at this.
If you say no, I will hurt Elizabeth in ways unimaginable and tormentingly make her scream in pain more than pleasure tonight even worse than what I will do to you. Do it for her sake and sanity. Dracula's voice said in her head. It was a threatening tone, and looking into his steel blue eyes, and his stern face, she thought it wise to say those terrible words of binding, if her friend would not suffer such torture.
"I…do…"
"Then I pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride!" And with that, tears rolled down her face as Dracula lifted the veil of sparkling diamonds, and holding her in a comforting grip, he passionately kissed her. Elizabeth was in tears too, looking at them in a passionate embrace, Dracula holding the limp Katie up while he brutally ravaged her lips. Vampire cheers from around the room were applauding the spectacle, and after a bit he stopped kissing Katie, letting her breathe and led her down the steps to the middle of the dance floor. The vampires and the chilling baroque music started at once to dance, a flight with the fancy steps. Only Katie didn't start, her stance stiff and staring with watery eyes at Dracula, grasping her waist and limp trembling hand waiting for them to begin to dance.
"Well, shall we dance my petite wedded sunshine?" Dracula breathed, cocking an eyebrow and grasping her tightly.
"I would prefer not to." Katie glared.
"Ah, but I would just love to. However, if we don't dance now, then perhaps in the bedroom more sensually then?" His smirk was starting to scare her more than annoy.
"Alright Dracula, you win on this one. Dance, but I will resist." Katie closed her eyes and moved her chin up high as they started to promenade around the floor among the other dancing vampires.
"You called me Dracula, dearest." He roughly pulled her close to him, their bodies touching and his grip on her friendlier on her body. "I was going to go easy on you tonight…but perhaps not." It was only a few steps when Dracula started to start Tangoing, his eyes that were once blue during the short waltz turn fiery with menacing and passionate lust, sliding his hands around and both their feet touching as he made her move with him. Katie was not used to such forced movements, touches and commands he was giving her subtly to comply with, and with the erotica and heat around them in the stamping, sliding movements, it was not good to her mind. No, not good when he dipped her, when she saw the red violin the vampire maestro was playing, when she felt his hands creep up her cleavage and rest on her shoulders pulling her back up, when he had her head rest on his chest when they paraded sideways, and she couldn't move. She knew he was in her mind through her body, controlling her every move subtly. And had been too late since the beginning of the dance to set up a wall of defense to black his mind control. But what was really getting her worried and breathing a million miles and hour was not the Tango but what he said before then. He was going to punish her for saying his last name! Such an ego! But her thoughts were interrupted when a hand was placed where it shouldn't have been.
"Vladislaus…please, stop this…" Katie never was so scared in her life. She knew what would happen tonight, she knew that Van Helsing was dead, that nobody she knew could save her. And in the corner of her eye, she saw Elizabeth held by Anna sobbing. And a tear trickled down Anna's face too. But Katie lost that vision when Dracula twirled her around to face him, her body and his with no space between them.
"Ah, anxious aren't we?" Dracula chuckled hideously in a soft husky whisper.
"That's not what I meant…" But as she said those words, she began thinking. It's only my body, that's all. Yes, he would use her, but reading and know what sexuality is…and the pleasure it can bestow that ruins and hurts the mind of those raped, that was what she was afraid of. But she thought this was inevitable, that this ruining and terrible invasion of her body that would happen over and over again during the long night ahead. The only hope she had was to keep thinking, it is only her body, her body that does not affect the mind.
"Oh, I think you are afraid, and want to get it over and done with so that you can skip out of the bedroom after a quick climatic moment. But I'm not going to let you. No, I want much more from you." He whisked her around again, still whispered, and bending back in the dance so her head went down his stretched neck.
"It's only my body Count, nothing more. And as I already said Dracula, so you are going to punish me, and then it doesn't matter if I call you bastard then." Katie blurted out, instantly regretting it. What was I thinking? I want to survive this ordeal intact, not spur my submission onward with his evil ways!
"It is more than just the body dear. Your mind is part of it. And I hope you didn't call me bastard for sure. I wouldn't want to violate you more than you can bear." With that he grasped harder her waist, and twirled her around to throw her head to the side his face burying into her bare neck, his hissing words making her heart flutter and her skin crawl.
"You are truly evil Vladislaus." She gasped out, the music reaching a climatic point. He then twirled her around to face him, and with the swift movement of his hand on her back and arm draping hers around his neck, locking her in the perfect position for him to kiss her.
He passionately locked lips with her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and kissing her hard making her squeal in surprise. As soon as he started it, he let go of her lips and pulled a leg up around him, himself then holding her up only. He closed his eyes in the after moment, since a long while in a gush of ecstasy from that small a moment had been a hundred years ago. He kissed his angel, his sweet innocent angel he would torture, and it was probably one of the last and only moments he would savor the touch of her innocence. The innocence he would destroy and make hollow. Only he would hold such secrets from them of their past and present. They would never guess until her first child would be born. But first, he had to make a child inside her. And then his plan would work, and his path to world domination would progress further. Now, he needed to satisfy his lust for her, he needed release and to be one with this wholly angelic woman. She will make a wonderful mother. He thought.
Katie, mortified as usual from this experience, now clearly knew what would happen next. While he carried her in his arms, picking her up bridal style through the darkened crowd of the vampires up those dreaded stairs, she was afraid. She could not escape at all from this, but it was now becoming harder and harder to let go and let him rape her. The natural inclination was to struggle and try to get out of his hold and cry. And that was just what she started doing when they reached the top, the vampire guests dancing a few numbers before starting to leave. She was at the top of the stairs in his arms, her fingers nervously playing with her hair as she heard and watched Elizabeth being dragged away by Anna and some other vampires.
"Katie!! Remember, it's only your body…it's only your body!" Elizabeth yelled out her adage of wisdom. It was something she came up with during their role-plays, but she hoped it would work now to calm and give hope to her friend Katie.
"I'll try…"Katie sniffed weakly, watching emotionless Anna and the grinning vampires at last stuff Elizabeth out of view into the halls.
"Then I will make sure you will fail." Dracula tried to kiss her lips, but she turned her head away and instead his lips landed in her hair, where he then started to nuzzle while walking through the open doors into the dreaded bedroom. The bedroom that had miraculously changed overnight into red, passionate dark and lust red sheets, wall tapestries, candles, canopy, pillows, and not to mention the dark wood cabinets and the roaring fire. Things weren't morbid. They were primal and completely dazzling her mind to the red, red as blood, heat, lips, burning hellfire of damnation and sin. I'm going to burn for this she feverishly thought, still being carried over to the large satin sheeted bed. She knew it was completely idiotic and maddening that she would coolly let her fate come. She was not as strong as what other people are. She was frightened. Frightened that he would take her mercilessly, that he would use her for his own gluttonous pleasures, that he would make her pregnant, that he would break down her spirit into a dusty heap on the floor for him to trample. Yes, she knew the reason, and the only reason she could think of was that, randomly out of millions of people who adored the movie, that he wanted her most of all. It was too much to be a coincidence; there must be some other reason! A reason she can't let him fulfill…
A/N: this next chapter…do not read if you will be disgusted by the erotica… :D I wasn't…