A/N: This…is the most graphic sex scene I have ever written so far…except there isn't no sex however…I wouldn't do that…; Ah well, there will be sex in Blood Ballade 5. :D
He set her down on the bed, whereupon she immediately backed up and quickly got off, running in her wedding dress to the other end of the room to Dracula's chuckles.
"I thought you were going to give up quietly." Dracula exclaimed, turning around to face his frightened bride now standing straight at his new dresser. Katie did not like his eyes, did not like the stance he had before, not liking how he moved, towards her removing his military jacket, and especially when an eyebrow quirked up along with his smirk.
"There is a far more sinister reason for why you want us, and I don't think I will let you fulfill that purpose, however unknown that may be." Katie was backing up, and with a quick glance at the dresser and the room around her, she found no sharp pointy objects to defend herself with unfortunately. Any potential weapons were no where to be seen. Except her finger nails, which were quite useful when Dracula suddenly appeared behind her and grabbed her waist, where Katie dug her fingernails into his wrists, thankfully making him let go. Running now, Katie thought it best, as would any fearful girl who was being sexually harassed for the past few days, to get away from this man, or beast, whatever he was. So, running away from the growling Dracula, she went to the other side of the room. Where Dracula once again appeared in front of her, Katie had only a short time to raise her arms up in defense when Dracula grabbed her tense shoulders and kissed her harshly, pulling her towards him and passionately kissing her, mauling her lips and thrusting his tongue in her mouth, the force and passion making Katie fall and stagger backwards, fighting and struggling and squealing all the while. That is, until she realized that she was against the bedside and Dracula was pushing her down. Katie however had the advantage that her hands were on his chest, so with a quick push and a bite of his tongue, she ran past him and stumbled towards the door.
"You never give up it seems." Dracula cooed and twirled around to face her as she pulled and pushed on the doors. Of course, they were locked, and of course her back was turned, for him to grab her and thrust her to the door. She gave out a loud yelp of the sudden collision to the heavy stone door, the fear flowing through her of the worst sort.
"But I will make you beg, beg for the pain to end, beg for the suffering and joy that will plague your body to stop and end its course and for me to let you go and hide in your own bed. But you will not have one. You will share it with me for the rest of days. The days eternal, until my father's Apocalypse." Dracula hissed in her ear, pressing his hardened physique against her back and nibbling her ear.
"I will do no such thing! Get off me asshole!" Katie feebly struggled, and with those words Dracula growled and pulled her off the door, holding her in front of him so that she was looking at the large bed. She was twirled around to face it and Dracula started to briskly make her walk towards it, pinning her down onto the bedspread when she finally reached it. Being clever, he let her crawl away a bit in order for her to be more situated on the bed. Then, he pinned her down once more, crawling over her back and nuzzling her hair. Katie was in the worst position to be in at the moment, and defenseless as he nuzzled her hair and nibbled her ear some more.
"No, I will not get off. I think you should apologize for calling me an asshole." Dracula sneered; unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off while Katie tried to lift his large form off her back and hips. But of course she couldn't, and looking to the side where Dracula tossed his satin shirt, she could guess where his hands would be next. Which was in fact the ties in the back of the dress, and she felt his fingers in the loops untying it hastily.
"I won't! You deserved it!" That earned her in Dracula's point of view a smack on the face, where she made no sound at this. She was determined, if she was not to pleasure Dracula at all, to not feel or display any signs of it. It would be her only victory if he did manage to go past everything and take her virginity, which she hoped not. But that was a small hope, seeing her predicament so far and no one was going to rescue her. Those words were repeating endlessly in her mind. No one is going to save me, no one is going to save me...Those words were making it hard for her to not cry.
"Ah, so you are tougher than I thought. No cry from a slap across your face? Too bad, I shall get it out in time. Now, apologize for calling me nasty names for these past few days." Dracula was now planting hot kisses on the back of her neck, not healing the large red hand print on her face.
"I will not. And no matter what you will do to me, I will stay strong, and you will get no satisfied pleasure from me. I will resist and make this pointless." Katie bellowed out, trying to stay tough as she continued to push up from the mattress, however useless it was. She was answered by the large ripping sound as her dress in the back was pried apart, Dracula's hot breath quickly heating the exposed skin at the sudden draft on her almost naked back.
"You will resist, but you will fail. Resisting doesn't mean you will triumph, Katie." Dracula was planting kisses down her arched spinal chord as he moved down her back, pulling it further open and laboriously worshipping her smooth back, his hands now going back up to her shoulders and pulling the short frilly sleeves off her arms. The force of his hands made Katie's struggling arms be pinned down and straight for him to roughly pull her dress off, making he gasp and give feeble whimpers as she fought him to keep her clothing on. Soon, only her bra was on her upper half, and she felt next her lower dress being pulled off and his kisses now felt on her thighs and legs. Desperately, and seeing his lack of control and pinning of her body, Katie then began to escape and with her body free from the dress she had no problem kicking a well-aimed foot in Dracula's face and crawling her way across the bed and hopefully away from Dracula. Again, how wrong she was.
She only had gotten to grip the black wood bedpost before pulling her back into a more suitable hold, meaning on his knees and she struggling on his lap. She could feel his throbbing erection in his pants jabbing into her behind. It was a disturbing feeling, and also was the arms around her and the hand placements. She also detested visibly him licking her neck and biting into her shoulder with dull teeth. An aroused growl escaped his lips.
"I'm through with games Vlad…please, I hate this foreplay…" Katie was being reduced to begging, the strange intoxicating pleasures from his biting and erotic licking making her more disgusted than aroused, more in pain than pleasure, but the deliciousness of it all was still there, along with the friendly hands now unhooking her bra.
"I personally like seduction. It makes things easier on the woman, as this is going to be your first time. Not only that, I love to…" A deep dull bite made its way at the base of her neck. "…Torture such pretty young women such as yourself. But I want an answer to a question more importantly, as to why you would dare think you love Van Helsing more." He kept his teeth clamped shut on her as she shuddered and moaned in the pain…or was it more like pleasure?
"I…I love him b-because he is a g-good man…" Katie stammered out, concentrating more on trying to get his mouth off her body and let her go, for if she struggled he clamped down harder and pulled off the bra, to her utter dismay at this. His grip on her became harder as she convulsed and cried out with trying to get away, his hands across her heaving chest and waist. She finally stopped, as the pain from his bite was irritating. He lessened it at her retreat.
"Well, I am sure there is more to it than just his noble deeds. His light brown, flowing hair, the kindly face, and angelic quality of his green eyes…That is another reason why, a reason of…attraction." Dracula hissed through his lips and teeth, taunting her and moving his mouth up and biting her skin up her neck, ear, face, cheek, and chin. Katie was whimpering from each nip. Her mind was feeling like he was tasting her, eating her. It was a terrible feeling.
"Y-yes, of c-course…he l-looks good…" She was a bit disturbed at why he was asking her about Van Helsing.
"Perhaps you think of him as, what you modern people call, sexy. Yes, cute, lovely to look at, something you want to hold, kiss, and so much more to him…" Dracula was striking gold he thought. What disturbing things to say, to get her to admit. He cannot however change her love for him, so instead he would enjoy breaking her heart for his sick pleasure.
"I cannot deny that. I do love him." Katie said, trying to stay strong. She guessed that Dracula was trying to admit that she wanted Van Helsing as an object of lust. She knew that her teenage mind would want that, but she was strong enough to not let it affect her. Dracula was a bit disappointed at this.
"Yes, unfortunately you do love him to that extant. This also will never be fulfilled, seeing as he died and I still am alive. Perhaps you would like another man to adore, to cherish, to dream about." Dracula hinted, moving his hands over her curves and making small circles on her stomach. Katie was slowly succumbing to this, the touching making her build up a moan in her body. But she held it back, determined not to give Dracula such triumph at the sounds of surrender.
Dracula twirled Katie around and slid her off his lap, her staring in his lusty blue eyes dreamy with such vile thoughts, growing stronger with hunger for the pleasures of the flesh and blood. He held her upright with both hands gripping her arms, keeping her still from struggling while he moved her down onto her back, where he perched over her and was pulling her legs around him. Whenever Katie struggled in any rebellion, he squeezed her arms harder making her stop and give a long high pitched gasp in pain. She fell limp, tears coming from her eyes with Dracula's toothed smile at his lips. He set himself upon her body, his chest against hers, his legs however in between hers.
"I'll never love you Count. You are too evil, despicable, arrogant, vile, and a fcking bastard!" She spat in his face, to only add humor to Dracula's point of view of the situation. He raised his hand to wipe the spit out of his eyes, and quickly placed his hand down again on her breast before she could react. Such was the speed of the vampire.
"I thought just as much. I rather you not love me and suffer in pain for the rest of your days." He hissed, locking his lips with hers and roughly kissing her. Katie was traumatized by those words, but she held her ground. She focused hard to not burst out in squealing and sobbing as he kissed her and slid his hands on her breasts, squeezing them and caressing them to hack into her mind to at least hear her moan. But she wasn't moaning for him, and he felt her body stiffening and shaking in her core that she was suppressing any emotion. So he decided to play a different game, by instead how much she could endure.
Delicately, he began to adore and disturb her body, kissing her passionately and then going over to her chin and facial features. Kissing and ravishing her face, it was only a little side-step for him to lower himself and touch her body in magnificent ways. His hands were moving up and down her sides and stomach, and then still no sound except her breathing came from her lips. So he began more indecent ways to coax it out. His mouth and lips, tongue and face were attacking her front all over along with his hands. It was sudden, and Katie almost did cry out. But she held strong, not even whimpering while grasping his shoulders and trying to steer his greedy face away from her. But it was to no avail, as she was succumbing to the numbing pleasures from his torture. He was a fiendish demon, arching his back and causing delighting sensations to ratchet into her soul.
But when they came to her soul to make it feel good, guilt and sorrow changed it. The pain was that she had given up.
She knew of no other way out of this. And now she is suffering her fate.
"Ah, still no moan from you? Not even a submissive arch of your back? Pity, it would have been wise for you to have given up and let pleasure rule your mind." Dracula breathed in a low voice, rising his head up after teasing the peak on her breast. Katie gave no answer, her eyes squinted and crying silently. If she made another sound she was afraid she was going to break down.
"Then shall we take it to the next level, hmm?" Dracula cooed, liking this little game very much. Not even Anna had withstood this amount of torture.
His little angel was strong.
But he knew she would crack very soon, perhaps during a most favorite of his seducing abilities.
He got into a more stimulating position, grasping onto her sides. Lucky for Katie, she still had her underwear on and Dracula had his smooth pants. However it didn't stop him thrusting as far as he could into her with the boundaries they had wearing. It was unexpected and it did it. She gave out a loud gasp that turned into a long, droned out moan as he continued rocking back and forth, grinding hard and slow at first while she writhed and continued moaning. She had her emotions all bottled up, and with the sudden onslaught of pleasure coming from her sacred areas that she most definitely didn't want touched she couldn't take it.
Her singing of submission and pleasure was a terrible symbol of defeat.
He loved her moans and gasps, continuing faster and faster for her pain and his own gluttonous pleasure of lust.
She moaned in tears.
He groaned in ecstasy.
Her back was arching, her chest heaving and rising with heated breath. Grasping her hips he started moving hers also. He decided to disgust her more by rolling over onto his back with her on top of him. Katie was a bit confused at this, looking at his open mouthed half-eyes-closed expression and his fast breathing as well as her wide-eyed-expression. Dracula let these few moments pass to relax and get back down from climax. He desperately wanted to bury himself into her, looking in his angel's eyes of fear. But not yet. He must torture her some more.
He wanted to hurt her deeply even before he penetrated her. But he wanted her pregnant from this.
He wanted to be one with her when he gave himself release.
Whether or not she would like it he didn't care.
Her spirit must be broken if he was to harness her power.
The power she never knew she had.
She was sobbing, yet dignified in the act. Her arms were clenched and propping herself up, holding dearly the sheets beneath, fearing to touch him. She was shuddering, at least keeping herself from crying out of control.
She was not as prepared as she thought she was.
Dracula then slid his hands down her back, trailing down every dangerous curve of her back and behind, slowly with his touch making her chill and shudder into a moan. It was too much, and to his plan made her collide with his chest, her body too racked with pleasure to keep herself up. She fell limp and gasped at the touch at her hindquarters, the fingers grasping her underwear and sliding it off slowly. He had one hand holding her to him around her midsection, keeping her still when she shuddered and whimpered. She was too immobilized to resist him spreading her legs apart.
The cold feeling of his hands sliding up and down her inner thigh, was making her moan some more.
He groaned back as he grasped her hips and moved her body with him.
He was using her now to feed his desires before he indulged even truly.
Because she was his slave, and he wanted her to fear him, and feel pain as he moved her body against her will. She was exhausted and weak, and her hope for rescue was dying. There was nobody to save her from this fate, nor was there any escape she could find. Struggling was useless.
And if he was going to rape her, she would try her best to not incur his wrath harsher upon her.
Giving up would be easier. But yet her heart kept denying it.
The continued ministrations however that he caused upon her in her most sacred areas, without truly delving into her body, were convincing her denial to leave.
It was working it seemed.
His grasping of her hips and body, making her move while she moaned uncontrollably in tears lying on top of him, while he watched her cry, gasp in unwanted passion and moan softly through her choking sobs. Either that or Dracula had his eyes closed and his mouth open in growling ecstasy, fangs threatening to unsheathe with each rocking motion he made her do. He almost had an orgasm.
But not yet, he thought, we shall wait until I thrust into her.
Then she shall truly moan and feel the true power of pleasure.
Katie never felt this way before. The strange, tantalizing, dangerous feeling of pleasure was like pain almost. She didn't want it, it made her succumb and let herself breath faster and be at the total mercy of the one making her react this way. She feared this, feared everything that had to do with sex with another man…except for one.
One man that she knew did not exist anymore.
But she thought that Dracula didn't live, and here he was, growling and tugging her ear with his teeth.
Yet the snake-tongued word of Dracula said Van Helsing was dead.
And the worst part was she felt in her heart that her beloved Gabriel really was gone.
And that made her tremble even more.
Dracula gave out gasps of aroused breath from the erotic sensations he was causing himself. He turned his attention towards her as he stopped, and then took things into even more gruesome action. He gave her hips a delightful squeeze and moved the roaming hands up and down her back, before moving over her shoulders and into her hair. He grabbed it, flowing her glowing golden tresses through his hands, wallowing in her fear and aroused scent.
The mingle of it was the most erotic, arousing and delicious perfume he ever scented. He wanted to bathe in it, and create the fear along with the pleasure from her. He wanted only to smell her around him. He wanted it every other night, where most surely he would make sure Katie was in his bed.
And he wasn't even completely naked yet.
He would make sure he was.
Continuing to touch her, Katie was in the limbo of sorrow, suffering, and utter barbaric lust.
A-washed with grief as he nuzzled into her hair to continue her silent tears.
The dull throb of pain as he bit harshly her ear, the skin on her neck, and her sensitive spots on her shoulder, making her gasp.
The sudden moan of passion that erupted from the nibbles and squeezes of her breasts.
It was a symphony to his ears and eyes.
But to her it was terror.
Dracula was not through with her yet. He wanted to make her convulse and moan in passion.
Before he would make her scream.
He would make her scream when he thrust into her, and keep thrusting, and continue to do so while he would watch her cry out in pain.
But first things first.
He rolled over so now he was on top of her. Scooting her fidgeting form, he set her head on the large red satin pillow. This was her chance to close her watery eyes and breathe, breathe deep draughts of air to try to calm herself down. Reason and awareness was key if she was to survive with her intellect intact. It was hard with fear and internal joy clouding her thoughts.
But it was not really that battle she needed to fight.
It was that she didn't want this succubae to make love to her.
If only she could think it was Van Helsing, or some kind boy that she would have known for a long time, at least. But it was not so.
Katie felt his hot breath on her face, and opened her eyes to stare into his as he kissed her again. His soft velvety lips were smooth against her own, and he was passionately kissing her and pouring what little soul he had left into her. But it was very little. He held her head still with his hands, grasping her head and the small of her back in his hands to better ravage her lips. He then got more dangerous. He sucked and pulled on her bottom lip, before then sliding his tongue into her mouth and caressing the inside of the cavern. It was invoking squeals at first from Katie as she rebelled against the invasion. It was only natural. But with his gentle sweeps of every crevice of her mouth, she calmed and stopped resisting. Her head was swarming with pleasure, and her squeals were then turned into moans as he continued. It was a long time, only occasionally stopping to catch her breath. She was tempted greatly to kiss back, but the last vestiges of her will held her in check. He gave a more meaningful kiss before stopping to wipe the tears and sweat from her face.
"My angel…you taste so delicious…" Dracula said in a husky tone, his bottom lip hanging loose and his eyes half closed. He began trailing his kisses down her throat she unwillingly bared for him to lick and touch.
"P-Please Dracula…I d-don't want t-to d-do t-this…" Katie stuttered out with her gasping breath.
"You will angel, you will. I will rather enjoy it; since I'm sure you won't at first." He smirked devilishly as he began kissing and rubbing his hands on her skin down, down her body.
"D-Dracula…a-are you g-going t-to…?" Katie questioned, interrupted by a fidget and her body convulsing as his tongue lazily licked down her cleavage and around her navel. Dracula was now sitting up, one hand of his massaging her stomach and the other freeing himself of his lasts bit of clothing. Katie immediately sat up at the sound of a zipper, and not bearing to watch as he pulled his pants off, she closed her eyes and fell back after she realized what he was doing.
"No, not yet my dearest. I have a different approach in mind before we get busy." He at last kicked his pants off and tossed them over the bed.
"What? No, p-please, j-just get it o-over w-with…" Katie hated this foreplay, this toying with her emotions that was getting her tortured. She just wanted it over and done with, so she could move on with her horrible life. The horrible life that was already ruined in the past two days.
"Ah, anxious now aren't we? No, have a little patience…" He chuckled.
His presence was not the most soothing.
In fact, he was the terrible harbinger of doom and the symbol of lust.
A lust that he didn't care she was feeling or not.
Lust that was forbidden.
Lust that was quite dangerous to her mental health.
But the demon wanted this to happen to her. He was cruel, evil, fiendish truly, and most definitely hollow. He was gluttonous to satisfy his erotic desires, his body the symbol of that deadly sin true to Lucifer's word of his seducing ability he had honed through the centuries. He sometimes used it to pleasure his favorite women. Or to merely make an innocent thought she was loved. Or to punish unruly brides. Or, as in this case, make it fun to torture such a woman. Such was his desires for an avid lover of his old friend Gabriel to be convinced that such a love for that dead man was false.
The only person in her life he wanted was himself.
All she would give would be to him.
And he would give nothing back.
Except the pleasure she did not want received.
Dracula moved his kisses down south on her body, himself holding her down from her weak movements to get away. Spreading her legs apart, he looked at her fearful blue eyes as he smirked. He knew what she thought of this. How disgusted she would be, yet now that he would do this to her, she would have no choice but to squeal in pleasureful delight. Or else scream.
He preferred screaming.
"You do know that Elizabeth didn't like this at all. She screamed at first, cursing, and then went into fits of squealing. Let's see if you do the same." Dracula told her. Immediately Katie started kicking her legs weakly as she realized what he going to do. Katie didn't expect that sort of torture!
"B-But t-that's…oh my, ah, no…please…" She watched him as he pushed her back down on the pillows, struggling against him as he lowered her down to pin her there. The last ounces of fight were in her. She made a mistake. He was going to let himself do what he wanted with her. She didn't want it at all. Still she struggled and whimpered, Dracula much stronger than she was however, and Dracula held his ground. His hands wanted however more control. A growl and some red sheets wrapped around her arms, pulling them taut out and away from her body. Katie was mortified.
"I see you won't like it at all." Dracula chuckled. He grasped both her kicking legs and held them still mostly, pinning them to the bed and began lowering his head.
"N-No, of c-course not!" Katie was wide-eyed in fear. The sheets were strong, held there by magic and holding her down.
"Good. I like it." Dracula gave her his most mischievous evil smirk, and Katie had an even worse expression than before. She immediately gave a whimper as he went down to her opening, her legs trembling from the grip he had to keep them still. Then he pulled her body up, holding her hips so he could have better access. Then to her dismayed gasp he began kissing her thigh, inner thigh, and then in between her legs. He continued, going worse and worse with his tongue lapping and lips tugging. He deliberately didn't thrust his tongue deep into her, as to keep her barrier. That would be when he thrust truly and deeply with his throbbing organ. When she would scream in pain and he would enjoy ever minute of it as he would groan in pleasure.
Katie was squealing.
Dracula was laughing.
She was struggling and kicking.
He was continuing his unwanted caressing.
Katie felt the worst she had ever felt. Her cries at this mingling with gasps of pleasure that flowed into her were filled with tears and an inner pain.
She would regret this.
She felt tainted.
She had let him do it in the first place.
Dracula was chuckling and grinning as he continued caressing her most sacred parts of her body.
He was enjoying her actions against the sensations.
Yes, he truly was cruel.
Lust was his main thoughts.
He was brimming with erotic desires, mixing in with the joy of overpowering and torturing innocents.
This would scar her for life.
He would make sure of it.
He purred at the thought.
"Stop p-please! Ooh…! Oh G-God, m-mercy…" Katie kept repeating, sometimes they were garbled words with whimpers.
But they meant the same in her mind.
She hoped they might help her keep her sanity.
So she wouldn't fall when he truly did satisfy his desires.
"God can't help you now darling. You are mine. No one can save you." Dracula husked, looking up to see once again her wet, pale blue eyes in the semi darkness.
The only light was a few candles.
He wanted them so that she could see him.
See his body.
See him take her innocence.
Yet she had a revelation.
If no one could save her, as her mindset had been all along…
She would have to save herself.
"Now, I think you are ready." Dracula evilly drawled. Her eyes were locked into his, and thankfully she closed her eyes so she wouldn't start crying again. The thought that he was going to do it was making her suffer deeply. She really now regretted not fighting him.
Her chants that she was locked in pleasure too much to act was unconvincing.
The feel that she wasn't strong enough was false.
She was strong.
She would fight.
It was never too late.
"No! Raping women is w-wrong! You a-aren't going to d-do that t-to me!" Katie stammered looking at him as he got into position.
"I am the prince of darkness here on Earth! My job is to do this, my entire being is made to hurt people in such ways…You cannot stop me!" He laughed, perched over her to give himself a formidable height.
"I CAN!! I won't let you do this to me! LET ME GO!" Katie did not have any clue at how she got this bravery, but she didn't care. She sat up and started crawling away, only to back up against the cold headboard. She kept kicking and trying to pull her knees up as Dracula grappled for her. He gripped a thigh and started to pull her back under him, but with a well-aimed foot, she kicked his face, and with some bravery, his most sensitive spot.
Dracula stopped what he was doing and gave out a loud groan, rolling over onto his back clutching his precious family jewels. His face was screwed up and he squinted, but after a few seconds he was healed. This was Katie's chance to escape! Quickly crawling away on the large expanse of the bed, she headed off. Until she was pulled back by her foot.
"You're not going anywhere! Not until you are heavy with child…" He growled, getting a better grip on her foot, his hands inching up her thigh as he shoved her down onto the bed.
She struggled, but her position flat on her stomach was not very helpful.
Her fingers only just griped the edge of the mattress.
Dracula's hands now grabbed hold of her hips.
He pulled her underneath him.
She gave a feeble scream.
He took no notice and pinned down her thrashing arms.
His anger was filled with a passionate fury.
"I'll kill myself if I ever bear you a child!" Katie yelled.
"I am afraid I cannot let you do that. This will hurt, and afterwards pleasure will cloud your senses." He hissed, tugging her ear. "The more you deny the natural feelings, the more our lovemaking will hurt."
"I will NOT let you rape me! NEVER!! I don't fear you Dracula…and I never will!" She hissed. But she didn't notice the glow coming from herself…
"After tonight, you WILL fear me! You will fear me for what I did to you; you will fear me for barbarically ravaging your body!" He roared, flipping her over onto her back. He looked at her stern, un-fearing eyes. He would shatter that! He will make her cry and scream, and then melt into un-ending moans and cries of passion!
"I won't fear you! Even if you do manage to get inside me, I will stay strong! I will not succumb to your whims because of this! I WILL NOT BE YOUR WHORE!!" The glow around her was getting brighter.
"You WILL bear me a child! A LIVING, BREATHING CHILD!! You, a weak ANGEL cannot save yourself from this fate, the will of the KING OF VAMPIRES!! I will BREED with YOU!!" Dracula yelled in her face. Fangs jutted out, his eyes turned completely black, and Katie gave out a gasp. She flinched and let herself fall limp at that moment, cringing and her eyes closed in fright. Her courage was momentarily abated, giving Dracula a better grip on her arms and thighs that he held together.
And then the realization struck her.
He called her an angel.
And the idea that he knew that Elizabeth and her could bear living children, proved a suspicion about their lives true.
That they were both angelic denizens?
With holy power that could be harnessed to create children of the damned?
No wonder why they felt they were a comforting presence to mortals around them.
That they felt stronger, looked sharper, and were wiser than their fellow humans.
And whenever they were at church, a light always shone at the altar or the podium they stood at, rain or shine, that nobody else seemed to notice.
And increasingly, they had dreams of themselves flying…
She figured out the reason, the real main important reason why he lusted for them.
Not because she loved his enemy and Dracula wanted to torture her so.
Or that Elizabeth was fatefully attracted to him and ready to handle being a vampire.
They both could give him live young.
Dracula stared down at his bride, watching her suspicions come true. She knew now, and he would have to use the hard way to get her pregnant. It would have been easier if she didn't know until it was too late for her. But now, he would become vicious. He gripped her tight and decided to make it quick. He quickly spread her legs apart.
"No."
That simple word from her lips seemed unearthly, pure and untainted. Dracula stopped to look to his dismay the white glow emanating from her grow brighter. The tears on her face dried simply, and her face grew serene and stern.
Her golden hair, the blue eyes from the skies…
The vision of purity was being manifested.
And she let God enter her being.
She didn't know why her body was changing, but she knew it was necessary. She knew she was turning into something, something glorious and…brimming with judgment. Judgment necessary to give out to the oppressor.
Her arms and legs lifted and pushed away Dracula.
He backed off her in wonderment at first, then awe as he saw his angel change.
Change into its true form.
Katie began floating, floating above the bed before being taken into the air under the ceiling.
She let the sweet presence that was flowing from her being take over her mortal body and turn it into its manifested form on Earth.
She was floating, eyes closed in the air upright.
Ribbons and silvery light emanated in beams from her pure white naked form.
The ribbons of silver were wrapping around her legs, arm, and body.
Her arms were held out and splayed in the air as the strands of pureness covered them.
Wind was whipping out of nowhere.
Her long golden hair was shining.
The ribbons that loosely encircled her body tightened.
They became a simple silvery dress, with long wide sleeves.
Her head lower with a simple silver cross etched on her forehead.
And sprouting from her back in a flurry of silver feathers was a pair of long, silver wings.
They spread out and stretched, casting a blast of glittering white.
And then they folded around her as she raised her hands into the air.
They were held like she was praying.
And appearing in between them was a mallet.
A mallet the shape of a silver cross made of spirit.
And it took physical shape, with little silver wings fluttering at the end of the silver handle.
She brought it down and pointed it at Dracula, now standing back and as far away from the light as possible.
The room went darker, but still Katie's pulsing silver glow came from her.
She was still in the air, floating and with a little help from her lightly beating elegant wings.
She opened her eyes.
They were silver.
"Count Vladislaus Dragulia, son of the devil, I have awakened as the Angel of Justice!" Katie said in an innocent, unearthly voice.
Katie was no more at this moment.
"Indeed my dear, you have. Unfortunately, you will have to be beaten into submission. As I said I the most powerful vampire can easily beat an angel." Dracula hissed.
"The will of God commands you to cease your evil lusts and join your father in Hell where you belong!" It was definitely not the human Katie anymore. "I am the judge for God in this trial, the trial where you are guilty!"
"Then I guess I shall DEFEND MYSELF!" Dracula roared, transforming into his Hellbeast from.
His pale skin was turning blacker and furred.
He was growing in size as his muscles grew.
Talons and claws were growing from his fingertips.
His face contorted with fury.
Fangs were jutting out of his wide maw.
The eyes turned completely black.
The earrings were still in his long pointed ears.
His hair was still clipped back.
And sprouting from his back were battish wings.
Only they were bigger, spiked, and black as night.
And coming from his body were spikes.
And on his forehead among the folds of skin was the devil's mark.
His face bore the three claw marks of Van Helsing, now made visible only in his hellish form.
He gave a triumphant angry roar.
And he took off into the air at the glowing form of his angelic bride.
She flew out of the way and around the large room.
He barely missed her with the rake of his demonic claws.
They were glowing with a blue fiery energy.
"By the powers of God, manifested in my body, I will send you to Hell!" the angel said, raising her mallet and flying at Dracula full speed.
"COME GET ME THEN! RIGHT INTO YOUR HUSBANDS ARMS!!" Dracula opened his muscled arms prepared for the blow.
"HOLY BRANDING OF THE IMPURE!" Katie flew at Dracula's muscled chest, her mallet slamming down on his sternum. Both of them collided into the wall, the force knocking the wind out of Dracula with an angry roar. Katie still was deadlocked on him, pushing with her heavenly might on the mallet branding a white fire mark where her hammer was currently placed on. Dracula flailed around before grabbing her hair with glowing blue claws and pulling her off.
He threw her to the other wall.
He clutched his chest seeing a mark of a white hot cross with wings placed on his chest.
He was in agony, but he ignored it to deal with his pestering beloved.
Katie saw some of her golden tresses litter the ground as she fell off the wall, her back hurting badly but not bleeding, thanks to her strength.
She landed with a plop with her frail body onto the bed.
Her pulsing blinding glow had died down a little.
She gasped out in pain, grasping her mallet and her wings a tent around her.
She looked up just in time to see Dracula swoop and swipe at her.
"SATANIC CLAWS OF FURY!" Dracula roared, the strong upper cut slicing her dress front open and her skin, in a mass of blue flame that rocketed her upwards and flipped her in the air, for her land onto the floor in a mass of blood.
Her skin was healing up quickly.
She opened her eyes and gave a gasp before clutching the mallet harder and swooping up with an updraft of her wings.
A trail of blood was in the air before she healed, hovering in the air and preparing to strike again.
"BLOW OF GODLY JUDGEMENT!" Katie screamed as she did another swoop at Dracula. Dracula was flying towards her.
"SHEILD OF HELLFIRE!" Dracula bellowed, hovering in midair with a fiendish smirk on his face, his talons aloft as a burning fiery orb encircled him.
Katie could not turn away in time.
She swung her glowing silver mallet in to the flames, only cutting it to make it reform again.
The fire singed her wings.
Her body was burnt.
The pain was so intense; she fell out of the air and was once again on the bed.
Dracula grabbed the mallet in the fire around him.
But it started burning his hand.
He tossed it away as his shield dissipated.
And gave a triumphant evil laugh as he looked down at his beaten angel.
On the bed crumpled and flat on her back, her wounds only slowly healing as he watched.
Her silver wings were ragged and burned as the tips, each tiny flutter she gave only making ash blow.
Her dress front was a pile of rags, revealing all underneath.
The silver ribbons that were wrapped around her legs and arms were unraveled.
Her face was cut in several places.
Her hair splayed around her like a halo.
A halo for a broken angel.
She watched with wet, blue and silver eyes as Dracula descended and turned into his human form.
He stood over her.
But he still had his bat wings spread out from his back like hers.
He grinned and flashed his fangs as he sat on her.
He took no mind of the faint pulse of white from her.
His angel was turning back into human again.
The wounds were not fatal, he made sure of that.
Tears were shining from her eyes.
She failed.
He would take her now; he would lock her angelic innocence within her as he took her virginity.
The power would only release when she nurtured Dracula's spawn.
She turned her head feebly away.
Of course she was a weak angel. Who could defy the king of vampires?
Dracula pulled her head back and kissed her.
He with lust now pervading through his mind began taking her silver dress of one strip at a time.
He did not hear the wind whipping in the hall outside the door.
His wings encircled her, making a tent of darkness.
But then he heard holy screams.
She did too.
And as he kissed her and chuckled, he saw golden light coming from around the edges of the large black door.
It was rattling on its hinges.
And he made the mistake.
And Katie remembered.
There was another angel.
A/N: If your confused why I have a sailor Moon like ransformation here, take in account that this story is a tribute to Katie's and mine RP's. We often send links of our angelic transformations:)