Here you go! Dedicated to all who actually like it. Velfin, thanks. Hug! (hope i answered your questions.)

And also dedicated to my friend who doesn't know that i'm using her name (Hi Noriko!), to Jomel for lending me those awesome comics, to Isabelle for just being Isabelle.

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The italics means they didn't say it out, figure out which is which k? I'm continuing from that really short paragraph.

She suddenly sat upright, in cold sweat, shaking and shivering. Her senses were dull in the darkness and her lower body ached. A warm hug immediately enveloped her. "You okay?" Dracula finally asked, the words came out without their usual elegance.He didn't know what to say. He hated himself for putting her through such a nerve wrecking experience, and it was most probably that she hated him as well, but he didn't know how to say sorry. He was most surprised when she launched herself deeper into his embrace. She had a nightmare, it scared her very badly, but... She couldn't remember what it was all about. That scared her worse than anything and... She needed comfort, craved some token of reassurance. Mindlessly she clutched his arms and he cupped the back of her head and forced her face down into the hollow between his shoulder and neck. She burrowed there, letting the soft cloth absorb the torrent of relentless, salty tears.

"It was so dark..." She sobbed, then she suddenly pulled back, remembering the previous events. The way his black eyes had turned into a shocking electric blue... The way he... She refused to think further, for with the memories came the pain, the pain of knowing that she was being used and, that her love for him would be unrequited. Alarm bells sounded in her head as she struggled to hide her concern for him.

"Are... Are you hurt anywhere else?" How she loved that silky voice, and that gentle tone, did he use it for all his toys? Fresh sorrow sprung in her heart and she longed to be enfolded in his powerful warmth, Dracula was almost sobbing with frustration and pain inside, for the moment she pulled back, pangs could be felt in his undead heart, but how to express it? He had only been taught how to scheme, plan, cause chaos and kill,but never to love. He wanted to just grasp his parents by the neck and scream at them. Why hadn't they taught him to love? Why did they teach him battleground tatics, how to torture, how to kill, how to please them in their sadistic way, but not to love? He ranted and raved inside like a madman. If they had at least taught him how to please a lover, someone he truly liked, he wouldn't have done that. He wouldn't have tortured her like that... How he hated his parents! What he had done was honestly in a blind rage, he admitted silently to himself, a stupid action done to assure himself that she was still his... Thinking back, it made no sense, no sense at all to do that, but what was done has been done, the die had been cast and the stage was set, and there was nothing he could do to turn back time.

She could sense him leave the room, leave her to her tears, her drained self, both emotionally and physically. She would leave this place, leave this place and never come back, leave behind what was left of her and her feelings, an old shell. She would escape into the forest and soar through it, living her days there for the rest of her life... She lay there and dreamed, dreamed of the sun filtering through the dense tree tops, reaching her and enfolding her in its warmth, to build a new life, a new beautiful, golden life. And since she was dreaming, she brought Nanna back to life, guiding her, teaching her, showing her new life as spring would come, a fresh green spring promising new starts, new beginnings... A golden summer full of ripe fruits of their labour, warm, yet not too warm, it would never get too warm in Transylvania. And autumn! Autumn would bring about cleansing with her constant showers of rain, storms and lightning would prove to be the main show...and at last, winter would lift her snowy mane, change the rain into snow, frost would settle on the land and everything would be peaceful. But first she had to escape. Escape! The word rang in Noriko's mind, she had almost forgotten what she meant to do. Yes, she would escape this prison, away, away from this... Vampire.

The moment she stepped out of the room, she knew that Vlad had done something. Suddenly immersed in a dream-like state, every turn she took changed the whole layout of the castle. One hand placed on the wall would definitely ensure her escape, she thought. But things proved to be even worse, she entered rooms, dark and damp, even making her way to the library was proving to be an impossible task. There were gargantuan spiders, huge monstrous plants withjaws. She was becoming reluctant to open anymore doors that seemed familar to her. Unbeknownst to her, she was walking a path down, a path leading to the dungeons.

That was weird... He could suddenly hear a loud thumping sound. By right, the victim should have died by now. He mused, looking down at the dead body of a young child in his hands, he didn't plan to feed on a child, but the child's adoptive father, he supposed, had pushed him into his claws. Slash.The young child had died immediately, it was an accident, but sincethe childwas dead, he might as well feed. He sensed the heartbeats go faster, it was like a rapid fire rifle in his ears. Thump thump thump thump thump. He looked up, to see Noriko standing on the steps, her eyes were open wide. "H... How could you...? That's Deke... How could you... Kill him...?" She trailed off, as if not quite believing that he could do such a thing. He rose, cleaning the blood from his mouth. "Noriko..." He reached out to her, but she flinched.

"How could you kill Deke? Don't touch me! Don't touch me... You murderer... That's what you are... A murderer... Murderer... Murderer!" He was holding her close, and her fists flailed against his chest. Tears flowed and splashed on the stone floor. If she had looked up into his face, she would have seen the arrogant and confident mask he usually wore slip. Dracula's eyes and features actually scrunched up with pain. Murderer... The word rang in the dungeons, echoing. She was pushing against him, trying to get away. Don't leave me... Whatever you do, you cannot leave me..."You cannot leave me!" You are mine,I would never let you leave, not for the world, not for anything. I need you, do you understand? I need you, I don't care if the whole world disapproves, or even if Satan disapproves. Whatever happens...

I need you.

Noriko looked up in fear, they were on a bed now. "No!" She struggled. "You must never leave me! My dryad, i will make you never leave me..." Then he smiled, he smiled ever so gently, "I will pleasure you... You are mine." He said it with pure finality. Her heart beat rapidly as Dracula gently kissed her, pulling her to him, how had she longed for him to kiss her like that...

I don't care how dirty you are... How misused... Her fingers entwined in the silken bedsheets, her grip tightening as his mouth skilfully skimmed across her body.

I don't care who you are, I only want you. He loved the taste of her skin, the feel of her slim body beneath his, the contact-skin to skin. He enjoyed pleasuring her like this, watching her squirm under his talented fingers. Bottomline- he loved her. Loved the way her breath came out in short little puffs, warming his already warmed skin, loved the way her skin gleamed under the moonlight, the way he could elicit such... Sounds from her... "Vlad...?"

"I am here my dear, forever here." He murmured against her hair, as he watched her ragged breathing even out, she had fallen asleep. I love you...

Do you know that...?

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