Booya! Merry Christmas everybody!
I hope you guys will like this. And as usual, I don't own our dear handsome Dracula... He's such a dedicated lover
The root worked perfectly, turning her silver coloured hair into dark, raven locks. There was nothing that could hide the colour of her eyes though, but that did not matter, since they were dark enough to be mistaken for black.
Elsie helped to tie her hair up, into a bun, and after donning on the clothes provided and the apron, you really couldn't tell who she was. At least, that was Carl's comment.
Van Helsing donned a simple white shirt and dark brown pants. This would not be his first time working here, he would be serving and she would help. She. She looked beautiful, hair drawn away from her face, revealing her pale skin that was an effect due to her previous sickness. Revealing those almond shaped eyes, beautiful to look at, perfect to admire.
Noriko admitted silently to herself, she was nervous and frightened what if Dracula saw her? What if he decided to punish Elsie? What if? What if? For now, she could only pray that the drifting snow would cover both her tracks, and her scent.
Damned it all! The cursed weather that brought his love to him was now hiding her away, no sign of her anywhere. No scent, no nothing, no Noriko.
No Noriko… My love…
My wife-to-be.
As the days passed, she became used to her routine, serving and getting paid by the customers, Carl's tavern was a decent establishment and thankfully, none of the customers tried to do anything to her. A sudden urge took her to look out of the window, she had passed Lady Winter in fear, but Youthful Spring had brought joy, even though she was akin to a bird in a cage, not allowed to go out. If it weren't for Elsie teaching her how to cook, or Gabriel playing with her, she might have thought that the days were too long. It was now nearing the beginning of Autumn and soon, Gabriel would leave, and how she would miss him!
Vladislaus walked outside Carl's tavern, when he was in a fluster such as the past few seasons, he would roam the streets of this town, under the secrecy of his cloak. He could swear, that he somehow always felt closer to her in this town, and he would always get little sniffs of her scent, something he dismissed as being too… Ugh… Lovesick. If it was to be lovesick for his dryad, he wouldn't mind one bit.
Vlad… Noriko silently said his name, her voice still sounded wistful… Her thoughts remained on him as she cleared the tables, it was very late and this was the last customer. Turning around, she knocked into Gabriel's back, dropping the plates and bowls, breaking some of them. "I'm so sorry!" I can hear her voice "It's alright sweetie, don't touch them, I'll get the broom." In her fluster, she cut her index finger. Gabriel was by her side in that instant, helping to clean up, examining her wound. "Don't they look so sweet together?" Carl beamed at them. I can smell blood
A jingle of bells signaled the opening of the door. " We're done for the night sir!" Carl told the cloaked stranger.
Noriko's attention was fixed on the stranger; there was something familiar about him, something that tugged at her heart. She stood up, slowly, her hand drifting out of Gabriel's grasp. That posture, that stride… Him.
Tears started streaking their way down her face as the stranger removed his hood. Tears of joy, relief perhaps, she never realized how much she longed to return to him, how much she missed him. "Dracula!" Van Helsing hissed, as the removal of the hood revealed the aristocratic features, pale skin and those haunted eyes. There was something wrong about this picture… His eyes… They weren't haunted, they were… Happy, glad, relieved…
Gabriel refused to be sidetracked and he leapt, pulling a sword off the wall, in one fluid movement, drove it through Vladislaus Dracula's stomach.
Dracula pulled it out, flinching, as Noriko approached him, one hand out, trembling.
Carl had dragged his wife with him and hidden, much to her indignation, leaving Van Helsing watching the whole scene, his legs rooted to the spot.
Her hand touched his cheek, slowly, eyes ever on his. This was not a dream… He was real. His left hand clasped over hers, gently, rubbing her palm against his cheek, her hands were rough and bumpy, but gentleness was in those rough hands. Using the pad of his thumb, he wiped away her tears, only they existed in this timespace. The surroundings all faded away and all his senses were trained on her. He kissed the cut on her finger, as her other hand went to his stomach, where he was stabbed. Her tears kept falling, as she leant her lips against his, tiptoeing. Soft, warm and chaste.
She missed him, missed him so badly, but she slowly took a step back. Honestly, she was mentally exhausted. A constant inner battle over him, and she was just so tired, so tired of the whole mess. So tired of the confusion inside, so tired… So tired, and sleepy. Now that she had seen him at last, she was content to just sleep, to rest and… To heal
Her hair was dyed a black, her once tanned skin was pale and her wiry frame had turned slender, too slender. She was dressed in those ridiculous clothes of a maid. Something was terribly wrong with her. It was like in slow motion that he watched her knees give way, fear replaced relief as he caught her.
He had smelt something wrong with her blood, terribly wrong. A backhander to the stunned and confused Van Helsing, whoops, he dodged. Ah there, he's going to be sleeping for a while then. Changing into his hellbeast form, he carried her away.
It was like he was just carrying an empty shell, she was so light. Her eyes were glazed, staring into nothingness. She shivered and he held her to him, tighter, fearing that she would fall.
He slid her underneath the thick blanket, putting his lips to her neck, he made an incision, taking a sip of her blood. His eyes widened, she was poisoned, or had been poisoned for quite some time. Apparently her willpower helped her fight against it, but her body had given in, the poison was winning, taking her down with it. His fangs lengthened and he cut his wrist, an infusion of his blood would help heal her definitely, vampire blood was what prevented them from getting sick afterall.
He put it to her lips,but she wasn't responding, she couldn't swallow. Come on... He couldn't lose her now... Think, think, think... His normally rational mind was in a fluster, all because of her. He cut her wrist too, then melded both wrists together, letting their blood mingle, making his flow into her body. Please... Please...
He stopped the infusion after a while, too much at such a critical moment could kill her, blooding needed time and the proper circumstances. By forcing too much into her body, she would suffer. He watched by her side. If her body were to reject the large amount of vampire blood inside her...
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