GAD I mean to fix this up every chapter;but it just keeps escalating!!
WHEN WILL THE TORTURE END?!!!
Enjoy.
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Chapter 18: Venom Dreams
He was there; but his mind was trapped; held fast beneath a sinuous shield of glowing pain. The silver chains were still buried in his flesh and many more needles were passing more deadly silver into him.
Dracula writhed in untold agony as he reached for Terra.
He rebounded from her mind as if there was a solid glass wall between them. No, his mind wept.
She was gone. Terra was Eleric's bride.
He'd failed.
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She danced through the trees, her long hair filtering the dim light behind her as the leaves fell.
"I'm sorry." He whispered. His claws had disappeared as he watched her walk slower, then stop as she turned to him.
A patronizing smile lit her pale skin and she brushed his face with long fingers.
"For what? I've never been so happy in my life. I don't know why you should care- I mean, you killed everyone I held dear to me," She sighed, her feet lifting as she began to walk away around a huge tree.
"Wait! Come back, I- let me explain!" She stopped, her eyes snapping.
"What could you do? You couldn't possibly help me. Just lie down and die fool." Her scornful voice faded and his tears dropped to the leaves as the last remnants of day slipped away.
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Dracula's eyes opened once again as he fought off the hypnotic dreams. They were coming more frequently now; a sign of his weakening mind.
"No," he whispered," I won't give up. I'll save Terra even if it means killing her." I won't let her pay for my mistakes.
The many clawed little demon helpers that scurried around stopped suddenly, aware of a change in their captive.
One of them suddenly squealed as it exploded, seemingly simultaneously.
"Tell the master! He's awake-" the creature's screech was turned into a gurgle as claws scythed through it.
"Oh, I'll deliver the message personally, scum. You can count on it."
The only things left in the dark room was a pile of bloodied silver chains, myriad silver needles, and abundant vials of glowing green liquid.
A set of bloody footprints led away from the mangled corpses near the door.
Hell was coming.
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Eleric pulled back from Terra, sensing a disruption in the large bowels of the house. The deaths of his little gnome like creatures sent fresh chills of shock through him.
But the pleasure of hearing this female's cries for him was enough to satisfy.
He left her there, defiled, on the bed while he strode into the hallway; clothed once more.
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Dracula let his presence dominate before him, allowing the waves of fiery anger sweep through the house as he followed Terra's scent. It had changed. Subtly, but enough that he knew Eleric had been.. intimate.
It sickened him and he tore a chunk out of the hall next to him as he increased his pace to a run.
He felt Eleric's presence before him, perverted and menacing. It brought no fear to him, only allowing his passion to kill to escalate a little more.
Both of them nearly crossed the other as they raced down the hallway, but they turned instantly and their claws were out; both snarling their rage.
"What have you done?" Dracula rasped in his unholy, tortured voice.
"What you could not. Being the weakling you are," Eleric boasted, goaded by his own victory over his enemies' prize.
And it would cost him his life.
The count turned into his demon form before Eleric could start, catching the younger, but mangled vampire off guard. His jaws closed around Eleric legs, tearing them off.
The screech of pain that followed was sweet music to his ears as he dug his teeth into the man's intestines, backing away to let the infection inside spread.
"You- Curse you! You may have killed me- but you've lost your whore! Never forget that! I will-" Eleric's ranting was cut off as Dracula ripped out his vocal chords in a savage lunge.
The man struggled to heal; but before he got very far, the count's hand closed around his heart. His demonic face lingered over the red eyed man.
He was feeling strangely calm now. This was the pathetic ending of a pathetic person.
"Goodbye."
A spattering tearing sound echoed through the hall and a bloody projectile landed on the ground; crushed under a pair of black boots as they walked up the stairs.
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Terra lay on the bed, her eyes closed and relaxed.
She'd managed to please her master; but she felt somehow- disturbed, she decided.
A pain suddenly found her legs and she touched them gently, hissing slightly as another pain hit her stomach.
Then a shard of agony touched her chest and she rolled off the body as she writhed in agony.
"Master!!!" She screamed, her eyes black.
A moment later, the door buckled inward, then shattered.
Terra turned to look at the ominous presence staring down at her.
Dracula reached for Terra, his face clouded but his eyes hopeful. She recoiled, fangs bared as his fingers touched her arm.
"Terra? Why are you-" She stood, backing away from him.
Her chin went down as her eyes glinted.
"Who are you?" She snapped, and he felt his heart shatter just like the doors had.
She'd forgotten everything.
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BAHHA
well i know that vamps are supposed to die when their master dies, but wth its my story.
Anyways, I fixed it- and FUCKED it!
Luvvvvv!
Hadasah
