Oh I am in the mood for something wonderfully loving.

Like, maybe, more kissing?!

I don't know.

Enjoy.

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Chapter 4: Night Unleashed

Terra's knees buckled, and she collapsed on the ground, her eyes wide and burning in the fluorescent light.

She wrapped her arms around her waist, maniac laughter spilling from her lips. "Dracula the vampire. Coming for me. Isn't life just wonderful?" She laughed more, and then her throat closed slightly, and she choked, wrapping one hand over her throat.

"I won't let him take me," she whispered. Her free hand clenched into a fist in her lap. "That's a promise."

The darkness outside rumbled. A challenge.

A whisper filled the hall, and her lungs constricted at the deep tones, "A promise soon broken, my dear. Soon," he hissed.

She could almost feel his cold hands on her again, and felt disgust at herself for giving in so easily.

Snatching her stuff from the counters, she sprinted out of the building.

Outside, the air was frigid, the wind whipped her fragile shirt around her body, and she felt vulnerable.

He was out here. Dracula.

A cold shiver ran down her spine again as she straddled her bike, slipping her phone out of her pocket.

A minute later, Brett's voicemail came up, and she twirled a lock of her hair around her finger nervously. "Hey Brett, it's Nadia, just wanted to know if you wanted to hang out or something... Call me." She hung up, dread pulling at her.

"Oh god, oh god oh god oh god..." She muttered, as if in a chant, pulling the helmet over her curls.

She slammed the bike into gear, cursing as she sped away from the parking lot.

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Dracula smiled as he watched Terra flee.

She wouldn't get far. Not if he chased her.

That was rather appealing to him. A malicious smirk crossed his face as his demonic form took over, and he spread long, pale wings in flight.

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Terra felt icy, cold, fear.. seeping towards her as she drove away from the theatre.

A red light stopped her, and she chanced a look behind her.

A scream tore from her lips as she saw a huge, bat creature, his long, clawed arms reaching down towards her.

Regardless of the damn laws, she put all of the speed her bike possessed, screeching away from his advance.

The streets and buildings melted away as the wind tore at her clothes.

Behind her was the ever present beating of large wings, and the cold presence that pricked her mind as she drove.

The city was gone, and she realized what she'd done.

There was so much free space out here, in the country. He had no reason to go easy on her. The road turned to gravel and she tried to slow down, instead, heavy rocks kicked up, and the bike slid around a corner.

She tried to jump from the bike, but her leg caught against the side, and the machine toppled, crushing her left leg beneath it as it flipped, crashing into the ditch on the side of the road.

Terra lay, her breathing growing feeble as she tried to untangle herself from the bike.

It was futile. Her leg was crushed, her ribs broken, and she couldn't move.

Darkness creeped across her vision as the wingbeats drew close, then faded. Soft footsteps heralded his arrival.

She waited for the pain, the tearing sensation of teeth sinking into her flesh, but it didn't come.

The heavy weight of the bike was lifted from her, thrown aside like so much worthless metal. She lay flat on her back, too weak to move.

Dark eyes met hers, and she watched as he lingered over her, cold fingers running up her legs. The pain disappeared, or maybe she was just dying.

Her world went dark, and she slumped into the Count's arms.

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Dracula sighed as he healed her broken ribs, inflating her collapsed lung effortlessly.

She was too stubborn for her own good. If she'd just gone home and not panicked she wouldn't have been hurt.

Terra groaned feebly as he stood, holding her smaller body draped in his arms.

"Silly girl," he muttered, the words sounding strange in his royal speech.

He took flight, heading back to Paris, and her apartment.

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Terra's eyes snapped open, and she sat bolt upright.

A sigh escaped her lips as she checked her legs and ribs. "A dream, just a dream."

"Not quite so, Terra." Her head snapped up, and she had time to let out a small squeak of surprise as the Count pinned her back to the bed.

"You, how did you-" He smirked, pressing her down farther, running one hand over her barely covered chest.

"Vampire, remember?" He nuzzled her neck, and she muttered softly, "Oh, I forgot." Her voice became sharp as she snapped at him,"quite a feat when someone's trying to bite your neck."

She pushed him off of her, or tried to. He looked impassively at her hands, then moved closer, forcing her elbows to bend as he licked her lips.

She groaned, "I can't do this. I'm taken. Dating. Please-stop." the words were spoken without conviction, and he merely ran a long-fingered hand down her chest, cupping her as she inhaled sharply.

"You belong to me," he said, desire making his voice husky and deep.

She clenched her hand, unconsciously gripping his shirt as she hissed back. "I don't belong to anyone. Especially not you. I don't even know you."

He cocked an eyebrow at her, a smile playing about his rich mouth. "Oh? Then you aren't committed to this boy. This is good," he nipped her shoulder then, watching hungrily as blood beaded over the spot. "And I think you know me well enough, now."

She groaned again, trying to keep him away from her. "I thought I told you not to bite me," her hands tightened at his chest.

"I lied," he whispered, catching her mouth with his own.

She tried to pull back, but he caught her neck in his hand, pulling her close. She pushed at him, but his body was like iron, poised above her.

She blushed furiously as she realized that his leg was in between hers, and tried to work her legs shut beneath him.

Sensing her actions, he pushed her legs apart, settling in between then, their hips brushing as she squirmed beneath his now-obvious arousal.

"Count- stop," Terra hated herself, hated being female, hated that she had to beg him.

His lips trailed to her still bleeding shoulder, and he licked the wound, making her shudder, clutching his chest tightly.

He raised his head, bracing his hands on either side of her body as he smiled at her. She tried to turn away from him, but his blood-stained mouth descended on hers once more.

"Hey, Nadia!" Terra convulsed, dislodging the Count with a firm smack on his chest. She lunged upright as he laughed, leaning against the wall as he watched her. She glared at him, raising one hand. He caught it, running his cool mouth over her skin.

Clearing her throat, she ignored him as she called out to Brett. "Hey love, I'm in here. Give me a sec? I'm - changing."

She turned, glaring at Dracula. "Okay, you. Scat. Begone. Whatever, just go- please?!"

He leaned forward, pulling her towards him again, lips touching hers in a soul-freezing way, then pulled back.

"I'll be back." His icy fingers trailed across her mouth and she shivered.

Then he was gone, fading into the darkness.

The room grew instantly warmer when he'd gone, and she felt the band constricting her chest loosen considerably.

Terra pulled her sheets over her as the door opened slowly. Brett poked his head around the corner, grinning at her disheveled appearance.

"I brought you chinese food. Unless you're hungry for something else..."

She slid out of the bed, walking right past him wearing only her bra and underwear, smirking evilly. He watched her as she sauntered closer to him, then grinned. He snagged her waist, pulling her into his heated embrace. She sighed as he kissed her forehead.

At least someone knew how to be charming; not disgustingly seductive.

Brett grinned as she peered at the white cartons of food. Opening them and sniffing delicately. He caressed her back gently as he listened to her stomach rumble indignantly.

"You know," she turned to him, grinning. "I love takeout."

They spent the night eating chinese food, then watching movies until they fell asleep. And not once did he try to jump her.

Before she fell asleep, Terra reminisced as she listened to Brett's deep breathing.

I am so, so screwed.

Another stray thought touched her mind, and she groaned, burying her face into the couch. Not yet.

Outside, Dracula smirked, tasting victory close at hand.

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Sigh. Men and their all consuming need to conquer.

Would it kill them to let us have free rein for once?!

Dracula: It would.

Hadasah: Get over it, bucko. She hates you just as much as I do.

Dracula: Which is not at all. -kisses her neck-

Hadasah: ...

SEE?!

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Maybe I will if someone reviews...

Mind: We is not going fishing then precious?

Hadasah: I told you, get in the damn closet.

Mind: Yes my love..

Hadasah: -glares at closet- Friggin lunatic.

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