Poor poor Draccy poo..

Better save her fast before anything, unpleasant... happens.

Enjoy.

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Chapter 15: Vampire Lord

Dracula stood in the shadows of the club, listening to the music as he scanned the floor for any sign of Terra.

He hadn't seen or heard anything of her in the past few days.

So he'd come down to the Night Blood.

Not in the open, of course, but invisible to all eyes. He moved through the crowd, the few mortals present shuddering visibly as a cool prescence slid past them.

His eyes closed and he sent his senses out, feeling and listening for Terra.

Where was she?

He really-really needed to talk to her. He had no idea what she'd been talking about when she attacked him. Something about one of her guy friends being turned...

He had an inkling suspicion that there was more than one vampire lord present, and he wanted to be right.

Too many of his distant children were turning vampires, some of them returning to claim their mortal lands stupidly.

He shook his head, then listened as two chirpy voices nattered back at one another, and he was reminded of Terra and her friend, talking.

About to keep searching, one of them suddenly laughed, a cold laugh.

"So Eleric was here was he?"

"Oh yes," gushed the other, her black updo bobbing as she nodded, her eyes shining. "He is so gorgeous... But he wasn't even here for very long! He came, took the girl, and then left." The other girl nodded, rolling her eyes. Men.

His scalp prickled at their conversation.

He knew that name; Eleric. From where...

"You know, the others were all saying the he wanted the girl as well. But my lord always gets his way, so-" the girl sighed.

They turned to their drinks, letting the spiked blood drain away their stress.

His talons bit into his skin, and he struggled with the urge to change and rip this wench's throat out.

He knew Eleric. A Hungarian lord thirsty for power.

His fourth- no seventh vampire he turned had fallen in love with Eleric and turned him herself, but he had scorned her, killing her and taking their combined forturnes for his own purposes.

He was a sadistic bastard who took whatever he wanted, leaving nothing alive.

If he had taken Terra- the thought proved too much. He vaulted over the second floor railing, landing on the cool marble silently. The music played and the people danced still- unaware of the furious vampire king among them.

He stalked over to the girls, just as one of them tugged a drunken mortal into an alcove, ripping the curtain across the opening.

The girl played with her glass, her black hair shone in the glowing lights.

He stood almost directly behind her, using his power to keep her in place. Her body froze up as her eyes flicked from side to side in terror.

His head brushed her cheek and she almost screamed before he muffled her, still invisible.

He managed to drag her away from the bar, into another alcove, ironically enough, beside her feeding friend.

He threw her on the coach, watching with narrowed black eyes as she struggled to break the spell.

His claws surged forward and blood laced the wall as he snarled in her ear.

"Tell me everything you know about Eleric."

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Terra woke slowly, frozen stiff. Her whole body hurt. As if she'd stood in front of a truck and been plowed over.

Last night- a shriek of rage tore from her throat and she sat up, eyes flashing.

Where was he?

The count.. she'd kill him. He'd promised not to hurt her friends.

And where was she?

Why was she here? Was he going to make her- a bride? A vampire?

Would he kill her for defying him? Would she be raped?

Her mind spun as she struggled to stand, grasping the post on the side of the bed she'd been laying in.

Her knees practically knocked as she made her way across the dark veiled room. Seeing the door, she made a beeline for it, stumbling.

"Leaving so soon, pet?"

The cold in the room intensified, and she froze in place. That voice- the cold...

"Dracula," she snarled, fists clenched. Her chest tightened as she struggled to breathe.

How dare he! He was using his power to subdue her.

"You won't win my affections by putting me under a spell!" She screamed at the darkness, receiving only a sly chuckle.

The Count materialized next to her, hands sliding across her arms and back as she whipped around.

He was gone.

"Show yourself, dammit. Don't be a coward," she taunted him, feeling the adrenaline rush the false bravado had given her rush in her veins.

"A coward, am I?" A swirl of wind, a nip on her shoulder. She gasped, clutching her arm as sticky crimson fluid dripped down her elbow.

"Damn you."

"I already am," he drawled, and she imagined him walking leisurely across the ceiling above her.

"Take me back," she snapped, eyes searching the darkness as she sunk into a fighting stance. "Now, Count," she hissed.

Evil laughter filtered through the gloom and she found herself suddenly in a falsely romantic dip, bent over Dracula's thigh as he leered down at her. "Such passion. You should save some of that for me," he purred, running a finger across her hip.

She tried to move, but he had bound her again. He brought her back up, wrapping her leg around his waist as she struggled to contain herself.

He was acting so strangely...

"Stop!"

"Never. You belong to me, my pet, don't forget that. No matter how many people you have to protect you, I will always find you. Never forget that," he hissed, his teeth running across her neck.

"No," she whispered, trying to move.

His fangs lengthened.

"Only a moment of pain, my dear," he crowed, his eyes insane as he held her beneath him, bent over his thigh once more as she stared up at him.

"We will be together- forever..."

She screamed, her eyes squeezed shut as the pain exploded in her throat.

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The fake Count groaned in inexplicable pleasure as the mortal girl's blood flowed into his mouth.

So sweet, so powerful.

He drained her body, feeling her strength fade as she hung in his arms. He bit deeper, severing another vein. She groaned again, her eyes fluttering.

He almost lost control of the illusion before he regained control.

He'd show the 'King of the Vampires' who the real master was.

The one girl he couldn't seduce that was now his.

He smirked as he pulled away from her body.

Instead of laying her gently to the ground, he watched as her body slipped from his grasp, almost as if he were watching a gentle porcelain vase falling toward the ground; then shattering in an instant.

Her head flopped on her neck, her eyes were shut. Her hands were unfurled, the tips gently curved inward.

He listened with faint amusement at her weak attempts to call out to someone, anyone.

He pushed on her mind, forcing it to shut down.

Her heartbeat was slow, almost pondering if it should drum again, if it was worth the effort to continue its lifelong work.

The dim beat grew faint in his ears and he watched her body pale.

He'd had his taste of paradise.

Then another though came to him. What should torture the Count more but seeing his beloved forever bound to the bed of another?

As his bride?

He stalked to her body, biting delicately into his wrist. He held it disdainfully over her mouth.

If she held the will to live, she would drink. If not- more fun for him.

As the red droplets slid past her lips, her hands wrapped around his arm, pulling the wound to her mouth.

She drank.

He smiled, pulling away after a few moments.

She would be his forever. Not even the son of the Devil could do anything to reverse this.

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Dracula focused hard on the place the silly vampire girl had described to him.

He'd managed to fly pretty far from Paris, but he figured he might as well transport the rest of the way.

In his mind, he pictured the dark elegance of a long forgotten estate. In the mountains, surrounded by cliffs and dark rivers.

A moment later, he found himself dissolved into black mist, his body thrust across what seemed the world- and then he was there.

Standing in the entrance hall of a fine manor. He picked up the scent of blood, and the beast within him stirred.

He forced it down, focusing on finding Terra's scent in this mess.

He found it, but could barely hear her heart.. It sounded like-

He roared, his eyes black as he stormed through the hallways, coming to a high door.

It burst open and within, with his back to the door, stood a very pale man.

He looked to be in his early forties, pale skinned, nearly white blond hair, his eyes red as he faced Dracula.

Fear was pushed aside as he smirked.

The Count stalked forward, claws extended.

He would finish this nuisance forever.

The a sliding sound caught his attention and he turned.

Lying on the floor, her clothes stained in blood; lay Terra.

Then she rose, her chest rising first as if on a skewed puppets' string. The her head snapped up, facing him.

Her hands, unnaturally pale, braced beside her hips.

Then her eyes opened.

They were pure black.

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BWAH

I 've skewed things even more!!!

Don't worry don't worry-- I'll fix it.

Dracula: you'd better. I feel like killing you. I wanted to do that !!

Hadasah: Wah. Get over it.

Dracula: I still could... the writer's right here you know... -sly grin moves closer-

Hadasah: 0o... BYEEE

Running away... Again.

Sigh.

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GAH.

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FACO, As much As i totally don't want to do it, I may just have to take that Hiatus vacation...