Ah yes... two vampires- bound together.
In a house.
Alone.
Without adult supervision.
WHAT ELSE COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG?!
hehe... maybe..
Enjoy!
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Chapter 21: Return to Chateau Dracula
Dracula kicked open the bedroom door, tripping -with his wonderfully good luck as of late haHA- and managing to turn so his body sheltered Terra from the fall.
Cursing his clumsiness, he stood; bringing her prone form closer to him.
A look of serenity was set on her pale features, and he gently brushed away strands of her hair that had shifted previously. His cold fingers gently drifted across the defined line of her cheekbone, trailing across her closed eyelids like swift butterflies.
A scowl lit his features and he pulled back, remembering his vow to Passion; a vow that would tear apart his soul if he was forced to fulfil it.
Pushing back his grim thoughts, he strode to the bed- the soft and inviting bed- and let Terra slide from his arms onto the silk.
Shifting his gaze, he pictured her in a pair of pyjamas he'd seen before; her spandex top and comfy bottoms. When he turned back, she was clothed and still sleeping; to his imminent relief and disappointment.
He desperately wanted to see where he stood with her now that she was free of Eleric's bond.
Or so he thought her free.
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Terra struggled internally; a conflict that had no external signs.
She felt trapped within the normally free and sheltering dome of her mind; a residual blackness was scouring through her, thick waves that threatened to wipe her self away in its foulness.
The darkness she was fighting so hard to dispel was the remnants of Eleric; an imprint of himself that he had left upon his prize.
A final testament to his 'prowess' over Dracula.
Terra hated him so deeply her heart felt cracked in her loathing. Just as deeply did she feel for the Count; except in perfect opposition.
She knew now, in the throes of almost certain death, that she loved him fully with all of her heart.
And that single fact alone gave her the dwindling thread of hope that kept her from falling under Eleric's treachery.
And so the battle swept on.
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Dracula had dragged a chair into the silent room from his study- feeling too distracted to properly conjure one.
He sat beside Terra; who lay comfortably burrowed under the comforter. It was all he could do to not sit on the bed and hold her; but he knew that it was a breech of the vow.
And he meant to uphold it.
If anything, he wanted Terra to trust him; and the first step in that was being able to restrain himself.
He found that he was reaching across the distance, and before he realized it, her long hand was entwined in his own. She didn't stire, but he brought her skin to his cheek slowly, not trusting himself to breath.
The contact instantly soothed him, calming his ruffled thoughts in a second. His shoulders relaxed and the tension eased from his body as he allowed himself to breath in her scent.
Too far.
He stood, knocking the chair from underneath him, his eyes black with barely sheathed need.
He turned, fully ready to walk away; when he was suddenly yanked back- onto the bed this time- by, he realized, Terra.
Dracula stared, stricken, before he realized that she slept on. Both her hands were wrapped around his hand and wrist, held tightly against her chest as if protecting herself.
Heedless of the numerous warnings of his actions, he motioned and the chair stood again, and he sat upon it.
Throughout that first night, his gaze never wandered from her calm expression, and he never stirred in her grasp.
He was comforted by her unconscious need to be near him, and that alone placated the desire within him.
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So there you have it folks.
Thank you, FACO, for your idea- though i think i ripped it off too cleanly lol.
Hadasah
