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Chapter 3: More than It seems
Terra cracked an eye open, groaning at the incessant headache that crashed around her ears.
Her door slid open and a moment later, cool hands ran over her shoulders. "Good morning, slow one."
Brett chuckled and the bed dipped as he coiled next to her, kissing her shoulder as she turned and slipped her arms around him.
She groaned as light filtered through her door. "I made breakfast. Hope you don't mind."
Terra perked up slightly, a smile curving her lips. "A guy, making breakfast... all by himself. Wow, you really are the full deal."
Brett smirked, scooping her off the bed. "You know it."
She protested as he carried her into the kitchen, burying her face in his chest to block out the light as he plopped her on the couch.
Five minutes later, she munched on a very, very good waffle, watching as Brett moved effortless to sit next to her, grinning.
"So? Is it edible?" She swallowed, licking her lips. "Very good," she chuckled softly.
He leaned forward, capturing a drop of syrup on the edge of her mouth with his tongue. She purred as his hand ran across her back. Then the phone rang.
Terra groaned and let her head drop. But the phone continued to ring...
She picked it up, leaning against the wall as she closed her eyes. "Terra my dear..." She grimaced as she waited for the explosion.
"YOU DIDN'T TELL ME YOU WERE GOING OUT WITH SOMEONE!! I mean, what if he doesn't fit my standards?" Sita demanded, idignantly. Terra grinned as she wrapped the chord around her fingers.
"Well... his name is Brett, he's probably something like six feet two inches... great body. Blonde. Grey eyes. Oh, and he made me breakfast." Terra listened as Sita digested the information.
"Wait... he spent the night at your place?" Terra sighed. "Yeah, I know. We had a few drinks and just got... carried away." She could feel Brett smiling against her neck as he kissed her, then strode back to the sink, where she watched his bare muscles, rippling across his back.
Sita's voice was grinning as she retorted, "That's a helluva lot carried away dear. Ah well, if you actually plan on getting to know this one, I want to meet him." Terra's fingers involuntarily clenched at the phone.
She turned away from Brett, her voice lower now. "I'm not exactly seeing him yet," coldness swept through her belly and she tangled her hands in the chord, trying to ease her anxiety.
Sita sighed, exasperated. "Come on, Terra! You can't keep running forever. One of these days, some guy's gonna chase after you. You know that, don't you?" Her voice was softer now.
Terra rested her forehead against the wall, muttering, "Yeah, I know." And I'll be running away faster than ever.
"Look, I'll see you later, we've still got rehearsal before the performance tonight. Don't you dare be late. And, uh.." Terra perked up, the ackwardness in Sita's voice making her grin. "I have a d-date... after."
Terra smirked evilly. "Oh? With whom? It wouldn't happen to be.. Cale, would it?" She laughed.
She could envision Sita's burning cheeks as she retorted. "No, it's not. Well- oh damn it. Yes, fine, I'm going out with Cale. There, satisfied?" She snapped, though the pleasure in her voice outlied her sarcasm.
"Uh-huh. Just don't jump him in rehearsal. Love you!" Sita sputtered, trying to come up with a witty remark, but Terra slid the phone onto its hook, still laughing.
Turning, she leaned against the kitchen table, grinning at Brett. "What?" He asked, smiling.
"Oh, nothing. I have rehearsal in a few hours." He walked closer, and she felt heat growing in her. "Oh right, Nadia, the dancer. I forgot. Maybe you should enlighten me," he said huskily, pulling her close.
She giggled as he erased the cold feeling in her with his own, fiery heat.
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"Snap it, Terra, snap, not like you're in a bowl of syrup." She grimaced as Paul walked around the edge of the stage, criticizing all of the dancer's movement.
She snapped her leg out as Ray caught her, lifting her up as she straightened her legs. He was a bit better at lifts than Cale, and so had been chosen for her partner in tonight's performance.
An hour later, the rehearsal finally ended, the dancers all sweating and breathing hard. Paul felt like they would be great, but Terra had a horrible feeling about tonight.
Dread was just- creeping over her. Like something terrible was going to happen.
She pushed aside her worry as Sita joined her, Cale trailing not far behind.
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Dracula smiled as he watched the dancers move across the stage.
He wasn't paying attention to the dance, just Nadia, who was with yet another male partner. That was definetely going to change.
The dance was winding down, and he watched as Nadia tossed stray curls from her eyes, her face burning with the thrill of movement.
He wondered if she would look the same beneath him.
His smile spread, baring pointed teeth that she had not noticed in her confused state.
She would be his. No man would stand in his way.
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Terra sighed as she lounged against Sita's legs, talking quietly as her friend attempted to untangle her unruly mane.
"Hey, Sita!" Cale slid into the changeroom, managing to topple over next to Terra. "Hey Terra."
"Hello Cale," Terra said, smirking as she shut her eyes; Sita was very good with her hands.
That made her burst out laughing.
They looked at her like she'd sprouted horns, then smiled as she waved them off.
"Go, go! Enjoy your date, lovers." She burst out laughing as Sita burned with indignation, Cale leading her away.
Terra shook her head as their laughter gradually faded away, and she was left, once again, alone.
She sighed, leaning back in the chair, running her fingers through her hair.
A cold breeze suddenly swept across her, and she bolted upright, looking around her in the dim light.
She turned back to her mirror, and shrieked in terror, clutching her chest.
And then smacked herself. Her own pale face stared back at her, her eyes wide and frightened.
The light bulbs on either side of her mirror flickered, buzzing fiercely.
Terra gripped the chair, knuckles turning white.
The lights shattered in an explosion of glass, and she screamed as the dark enveloped her.
Terra gasped in pain as she withdrew her hand, pulling a small shard of glass from her flesh.
Routing around in her bag, she found her lighter. Rising to her full height, she ran her thumb across the top, hairs lifting all over her body at the slow, grating sound.
Flickering light burst forth, surrounding her in a small globe of orange light.
She turned around, looking everywhere.
Nothing.
She sighed, plopping down into the chair. A moment later, a light flickered into life in the hall outside, and she stumbled to the main lightswitch, flicking it up with a trembling hand.
The long hall was unchanged. No things had moved around, no dark creatures lurked in the shadows.
Her chest eased up and she breathed heavier.
She laughed at herself, feeling her nervousness ebb only slightly as she muttered, "God, way to give yourself a heart attack, Terra."
"So your name is not Nadia?"
Terra whirled, and before she could see anything, the lights were gone, and darkness covered her eyes.
The voice's owner moved stealthily around her, smirking as he watched the heat pattern that was her body.
"Who are you?!" She shouted, fear making her voice unsteady.
"We've met," the man drawled, for he was a man, his voice rich and sophisticated. It bore a heavy accent, one that rung faintly in her brain.
She peered into the dark. "Vlad?"
Deep laughs surrounded her. "Yes, It is me. But that is not my real name, either."
Panic creeped into her, paralyzing her throat as she backed away from the voice.
It seemed to make no difference, as when he spoke again, his voice seemed closer, not further away.
He was walking towards her.
"I am, Count Vladislaus Dragulia. But you probably know me more as 'Dracula.'"
Terra stopped, her shoulders dropping. Then she began to laugh. "Oh- you creep. You totally freaked me out there for a minute. Dracula? Come on, I'm not a kid. Who are you really?"
When he didn't answer, her laughter faded.
Her mouth was dry as she whispered, "You're not joking..."
Cool fingers caressed her throat, and her eyes flew open as she swung around, trying to see through the veil of dark.
"Why would I jest? I see no reason to, Terra." The sound of her name coming from his deep voice startled her, and she clenched her fist.
"Then what else is true. Are you the stories talk about? Vlad the Impaler? Count Dracula? A -vampire?"
"That, and more, my dear." The new sound in his voice unnerved her as he moved closer.
His icy breath stirred her hair as she felt cold fingers about her waist.
She choked on her fear, babbling in terror. "I- I'll scream," she threatened.
His breath tickled her face as he moved closer, pulling her to him. "No you won't."
Then his lips met hers in a swift motion, and she cried out, her voice muffled by his touch.
His tongue invaded her mouth, and she cursed as her body betrayed her, responding to his kiss as her hands wound around his shoulders.
A deep growl rumbled from his throat as he caught her around her waist, pressing his body to hers. Terra groaned as he pulled back, his mouth travelling to her neck.
"What do you want?" She breathed, unable to fight his passionate attack.
"I thought you knew," he said, a rasp in his deep voice.
She jumped as she felt his teeth scrape over her neck.
"Don't you dare bite me." He didn't, merely raking his teeth over her skin, breathing in her heat as his clawed hands tightened about her waist.
Then, just as suddenly, he was gone, his touch melting away as he pulled back.
"I won't. I don't need to. I know where you live, Terra, and I will find you." Ice creeped over her neck, sliding down her spine at the seductive words.
Coolness slid across her bare neck again as he whispered, fire in his voice. "You're mine."
Then he was gone, and the lights flickered on again, leaving Terra standing stock still in the center of the hall, her face pale and drawn as her body tensed in horror.
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Hehe.
I adore making romance so twisted and horrible.
Dracula: -stares-
Hadasah: - cackles, rocking back and forth in front of screen- Soon my pretty... soon...
Dracula: Okay, I've dealt with some creepy people in my years, but you top them off. -backs away-
Hadasah: Why thank you. - giggles-
Dracula: -flees-
-sigh- so out of character.
So wrong.
Whatever.
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