Yes. Shoot me, beat me with rocks. I deserve to be punished. I haven't updated in so long. I'm sorry but i have peen having some really bad personal problems over the past year so i haven't done much wiht this story. However my life is back on track and you can expect a new chapter of Dracula and Lara soon. Once again sorry!

Drawn

Dracula sauntered down the corridor, a smirk playing on his handsome face. Overhead the storm raged on violently, centred over the large castle. It was going to blow itself out soon but Dracula could make it last for much longer so Lara would stay with him. He chuckled to himself as he thought of Lara upstairs, probably asleep. She hadn't even realised who he was yet. It didn't matter though, that would just make her stay longer even though she was still nervous around him. Dracula knew that at the back of her mind she knew who he was but she had forgotten after all the years when he had left the village alone and hunted carefully. He didn't want Van Helsing to be called back to Transylvania after all. Not yet.

He would let her know who he was in time. But she didn't need to know yet. She seemed fearful of him enough already, he could see it in her eyes. It would be better if she didn't know who he was until she felt more comfortable around him, and he would have to stop being so forward, he didn't want to scare her off. If she would ever feel comfortable around him, she was almost itching to get away. But he wouldn't let her. She was so beautiful, those beautiful blue eyes captivated him, he thought he would drown in them, and he wanted nothing more than to run his hands through her silky hair and along her smooth pale skin. He couldn't let her go.

Dracula stopped as he came upon a door in the corridor. Knocking softly he walked in to see Matana standing in the middle of the room pouting. When she saw Dracula she turned her back to him and sniffed. Dracula it was obvious that she had been waiting for him. He shut the door and she turned back around. "Lord Dominus?" she asked raising one eyebrow, as her father walked towards her. "Why have you got her calling you master in the old tongue?" Dracula shrugged. "I don't want her to know who I really am…yet." he said sinisterly as he walked around Matana's room. It was full of toys, and dolls which looked demonic in the darkness, staring at father and daughter with glassy eyes.

"So I take it you haven't fed from her then?" said Matana annoyance in her voice. "Have you put her in the dungeon?" Dracula turned around to face his daughter , he was fingering the mane of her rocking horse. "Do you even play with this any more?" he asked his daughter. "I remember when you never used to get off of it." Matana stormed impatiently to her father. "Have you put Lara in the dungeon?" she said jumping so she was standing on the rocking horse. "No," said Dracula quietly still stroking the horses mane. "You know if you don't use this you should get rid of it. Don't keep it if you aren't going to use it."

Matana just sighed impatiently. "Why isn't Lara in the dungeon?" she asked stamping her foot. "Because I don't want her in the dungeon!" said Dracula sharply pulling Matana down off the rocking horse. "You like her don't you?" she asked slyly. Dracula towered over his daughter. "I'm not discussing this with you," hissed Dracula as he figured out what his daughter was going to do. "She is staying as a guest, she isn't food. If you so much as touch her you will be very severely punished, understand?" Matana looked at her feet, scowling and muttered under her breath. "Don't swear!" Dracula told his child sharply. "Where do you pick up all these words?"

"You!" she giggled. A grin flickered across Dracula's face and he reached down to hug his daughter. "Maybe I should watch my mouth as well. What are you going to do for the rest of the night?" Dracula asked his daughter. She shrugged. "Play?" Dracula nodded and then straightened the cuffs on his coat. "If you need me you know where to find me." Matana nodded and Dracula ruffled her hair before exiting the room.

He wasn't sure what he was going to do know. He was sure he wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything, all that he could think about was Lara. He knew that it was silly he barely knew the girl but she was stuck in his mind, painted onto his eyelids. Her name playing over and over again in his head.

He wandered amiably but he was drawn back to the room where Lara was sleeping inevitably, it was like there was some magnetism between them both., pulling them closer together. Or at least pulling Dracula to her. He stopped outside the door, he could hear the slow rise and fall of her breathing, she was asleep. Her heart beat slowly, no longer beating fast as it had at the dinner table.

Pausing for a moment, he placed his hand on the door knob and slowly turned it until the door clicked open. He stepped lightly into the room, clicking the door shut behind him. Overhead the storm regained fuel, briefly lighting the room with an enormous flash of lightning. Lara was curled up on one side of the bed, her golden hair fanned out on the pillow, her face calm and untroubled in sleep.

He took a few steps towards her, the sounds of heavy thunder outside almost drowning out the sound of her heartbeat, still at its steady slow pace. If his heart would beat, it would have been racing, as he neared the object of his affections. He sat down on the edge of the bed and let his hand stroke the air above Lara's face, afraid to touch her in case she would wake. He let his hands trace the space above the lines of her body, his fingers trembling with excitement and lust.

He wanted nothing more to lay his hands down, and touch her now, claim that smooth skin. Instead he lay down next to her, and wrapped a lock of her silken hair around his finger, holding it under his nose, marvelling at the amazingly gorgeous scent, the feeling of her on his finger. She murmured slightly in her sleep and Dracula almost jumped off the bed, dropping her strand of hair and backing away from the bed.

All that happened was she turned over in her sleep, now lying on her back. Dracula moved quickly to the foot of the bed, just standing there watching her sinisterly in the darkness. He could hear the blood rushing around her veins, and he wondered what her sweet blood would taste like, and whether he should just make her his bride, right here and now. No, that must come later. This was one of the first times he had to fight his vampiric instinct.

Suddenly there was an almighty crash of thunder, and Lara sat bolt upright, woken from her sleep. She immediately noticed Dominus standing in the dark at the foot of her bed, watching her, a strange look upon his face. But there was a large flash of lightening and when it was over, Dominus had disappeared. Lara looked around wildly, but there was no sign of him, anywhere in the room.

Lara relaxed slightly, and laid back hesitantly. It must have been the aftermath of a dream she had been having. But if that was the case then why did she have the feeling that someone had been lying on the bed next to her? She brushed the thought aside immediately and huddled up under the covers, almost pulling them over her head. Almost immediately she was asleep again.

Outside of Lara's door, Dracula smiled. She had seen him, he had been foolish. But it was ok, she thought it was a dream. She probably wouldn't remember it in the morning. He smirked at the thought of her dreaming of him. He hoped the dreams were good ones. Slowly he turned away from the door. It was good that she called him master. It almost sent shivers down his spine.

The thing that annoyed him now was the fact he wouldn't be able to watch Lara now anymore, the slight rise and fall of her chest, while she breathed, the way she huddled herself in a small ball. But that wasn't really a problem, the images were still firmly stuck in his mind like a photograph, available for his viewing anytime he wanted.

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