I can't take this. The feeling of my enemy holding me, touching me against my will, is just disgusting and terrifying. My back was still against the cold gate, it was hard to escape from his hold, out here in this freezing weather. The broad chest of the count crushing against mine as he gripped some of the locks of my hair just makes me feel completely inferior. If I dare protest, my body will just remain paralyzed. All the breath that I was exhaling could be seen because I can't help but feel the anxiety consuming my mind while my skin was growing hot from [my] embarrassment.
His lips were all I felt as of the moment while he was holding the hair from the back of my head, as if he was trying to expose more of my neck. He kissed my jaw before he started to talk.
"Do you not find this pleasurable?" he murmured against my skin as his lips moved again. Although my anxiety was already obvious to him, I wasn't gonna let him dominate me.
"Will you find it more pleasurable if I cut your lips and feed it to the dogs?" I retorted. The Count's lips left my throat and gave me this blank stare.
He threw his head back and laughed, finally gave me enough space from him though his hands were still at either of my sides. What was so funny? How could of him to belittle me!
"You speak as if you even have the chance to, how adorable!" he looked at me and his face was already inches from mine as he traced my lips with his index finger. "But I would like to know how your lips taste like," Dracula said. His eyes leering on my lips. He tried to occupy the little gap left between our faces and leaned to kiss me. I jerk my face away from him before our lips could contact. I glared at him, disgusted of his advance. I did one thing that he surely deserves in response:
I spat at his face.
"Here's your free sample then," gave him a chuckle. This actually made me feel more vigorous. He calmly wiped his cheek with his sleeve, giving me this look saying that I would regret for what I just did. I just couldn't let this despicable being just just do whatever he pleases.
"I didn't expect that I would taste you that way," he teased. "Perhaps another time," he reached for the back of my left hand and gave it a kiss. "As I was saying earlier, I believe that you owe me for saving your life. I deserve far more better than receiving your spit. Don't you agree?" he noted.
He let his arms leave either of my sides, grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the entrance of the manor. "What are you doing?!" I tried to pull my hand from his grip but it was no use, he was just too strong. He was just pulling me as if I was weightless for him. This man is maddening! I dug my nails on the wrist of his gripping hand to see if it'd hurt him: and nothing. With every step we were taking I feared more of what this monster was planning to do with me.
I looked around to see if there was any person walking down the street. It was too dark to see outside of the gate. We were nearing the door of the manor already and there was no person to be seen at this hour!
I suddenly saw a floating lamp; I looked harder to see what it clearly was, and then I saw two old females walking down the street, holding the lamp! My eyes glimpsed with hope, it was one of the villagers. They must know that we're here! I started to wave my free arm to get their attention.
"HELP! DRACULA'S STILL ALIVE! PLEASE WARN THE OTHERS! CALL A MOB, THE COUNT IS HERE!" I screamed on the top of my lungs. The two villagers saw me waving. He looked back at me and said, "That is not how you treat a guest."
"Only if they're not invited. But I believe your stay has already ended," I replied before I continued to yell and wave at the two women outside.
"You will only waste your voice, I'm afraid. I cast a spell to create invisible barriers in this lot that would prevent your villagers to hear your shouts regarding my presence. So at this moment, those two women cannot tell that you're in distress." He said cooly, continued in pulling me towards the manor. To my horror, the two old women just smiled and waved back. "Good evening, princess!" they greeted and waved back. My eyes widened as I watched them leave.
After a few struggles, we were at the door of my house. The Count opened the entrance with flick of his wrist. He pulled me inside before the doors closed. I turned and tried to open the door but it was lock by his spell. I just stood a few steps from him, scared of what would happen next. None of us said a word. He looked at me with this dark expression, making it hard to tell what he was really thinking.
Tears started to form from my eyes. "You already killed Gabriel. You've won the battle. What more do you need to take?" I said. There was no point from hiding my fear, clearly it was already obvious that I would be killed next, to end the Valerious bloodline. "What's left to do now is to kill me. Am I right? That is what you have seek for the past generations.. to kill the last of the Valerious."
The Count was still silent. My heart pounded faster as I guessed. I smiled through my tears, knowing my fate was already nearing to an end. "Well, this is your chance. Do it." I finished; waited for him to make the first move.
He tilted his head. So I waited for him to transform, or his claws ripping my skin, or his teeth sinking on my throat, but he just walked around. My breathing became normal after finding out he wasn't going to hurt me.
Dracula went down the hall. Out of curiosity, I followed behind him, seeing where he would go. As he walked slowly, he scoped his surroundings; his eyes checking the antiques and furniture. His fingers ran over the oak table, and to the emerald velvet cloth on top of it. "I must say, your house is well-designed with fine furnishing. A fine princess truly enriched," How ridiculous to hear a comment from this man.
"Why didn't you kill me?" I questioned. What was prolonging him? This was his opportunity to end my bloodline, to have his full victory, and he just wasted the chance!
His chin pointed to the carpet floor as his shoulder leaned on the nearest wall, took a deep breath and exhaled. With his arms crossed, he looked at me square in the eye in said, "Anna, my pet, life would be dull if I didn't have anything to play around with, now that I have nothing left from my castle. Yes, my brides and my children died back there, but I have never grieved for their loss. They were useless. Gabriel, on the other hand, was just an old friend whom apparently made me for the monster I am. Therefore, I had to kill him in return. But you?-" His eyes seemed to glistened as his stare got deeper. He slowly approached me, ran his fingers through my hair, and caressed my cheek with his cold hand.
"All of that was worth it, just so I could have you all to myself," he ended. My jaw was slightly hanging with the thought his explanation. The anger in me just returned.
"Do you think I find all this rigmarole flattering?" I said harshly; It made me even more outraged knowing all these things happened due to his delirious plan. My hands balled up into fists, disregarding the pain on my palms from my nails. The Count's eyes just bore into mine, as his figure was slightly silhouetted with the moonlight from the window hall.
"You do not deserve any of my feelings in return. I would rather die than to grow fond of you, you snake. And hear me out, you will forever be loathed. You, Count, will only make yourself not only more hated, but more pitiful, for all I know is that everything you do is merely rubbish, and idiotic. You will always be the cold-hearted monster that I abhor, " I made it clear to him.
He seemed to be surprised of what came to him. Of course this man can never be cared in return. It would be a disgrace for my family! All he did was just remain silent, but his touch never left my cheek. It's as if he just ignored what I had told him.
The Count covered his mouth and yawned silently. "All that nagging just made me a little more drowsy now. And just in time for my rest; dawn is approaching," he pointed out the window. As I checked, the sky was beginning to kindle from the darkness.
As I looked back to Dracula I noticed he left his place and was walking to the guest room.
"I will be in my slumber until early evening. Starting today, I will be your Master. I will be treated as one, too." As he stepped inside the chamber, Dracula looked back and gave me a smile.
"You will do what I order, and give what I want. I will be the new Master of this manor, and you will be my only servant. And believe me, a princess as a personal servant is beyond entertaining.." he smirked.
"I bid you goodnight, my sweet Anna, and see you later," he said before closing the doors and locked it.