Well. You can't possibly intend that I would let my dear writer continue with her blushing bride routine, did you?
Well- think again. I always get what I want.
Enjoy.
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Chapter 30: Chasing the Bitch
Terra stormed through the halls. Her eyes were pitch black and her hair was flowing around her in loose, snake like strands. The curls were gone now in her near vampiric state.
She remember her undressed state and her emotions formed clothes about her; suited to an aroused vampiress with vengeance in her blood. A dark, waist cinched dress of near black crimson silk draped about her, ragged and flowing at the edges. Fragments from the garment mixed with her hair and tangled indicipherably. Her feet she imagined in black, soft slippers.
Terra stalked through the halls, banging the wall in frustration when she came to a dead end. Pressing her pale forhead against the wall, her hair formed a barrier of fire about her face. The corset below her bosom rose and fell jerkily with each heaving breath she took. Her talons grew, digging into the bones of her hand. Feeling deep betrayel and humiliation course through her, she clenched her head between her clawed hands, letting out an animalistic scream of rage as she tore at her hair.
"Now, now, love. Don't ruin your pretty hair. I'd hate to see your beauty diminished by any means."
Recognizing the voice as her would-be lover, she turned and aimed a heavy blow at his neck. Dracula, smirking, grabbed her wrist and pulled her against him as he walked her into the wall, none too gently. Her claws dug helplessly into his back as his nose ran across her cheek.
"Fuck you. Get off of me. I'll cut your -" Lips. And fangs. And a deep, sensual tongue stopped her tirade and she struggled against his iron strength. The Count held her against him, crushing her to him, his own claws wrapping around her hips and grinding them into his own. His mouth brutalized hers with a passion she had never before experienced- or wanted.
Terra writhed under his grasp, struggling. He pulled back suddenly, his fangs running down her neck- stopping at the neckline of her gown. "So trivial. You won't need this," he remarked, one of his hands reaching up to caress her neck. His hand.. was so large, she noticed. It could wrap around her slender neck easily.
He had forgotten though, like himself, Terra, quite obviously, had two arms. She made full use of them now as with the arm under the one around her neck; quite forcefully, swung into his.. er.. pelvis.
His hands clenched painfully about her neck, and his other hand came off her hips. Using his distraction, Terra shoved him away, throwing him backwards to connect painfully with a fiery torch.
She laughed. Her snarls of amusement made his eyes blacken as he staggered to his feet, wincing. He lunged- and grasped empty air as she dematerialized.
His scream of rage echoed through the castle, and Terra heard it even from her temporary hiding place in a seemingly, empty, den.
"What have you two started now? I'm busy." Terra whirled, face contorted in a snarl, then relaxed as she saw Ati's stark white hair flick over her slim shoulder.
"Is there any place else I can hide?" She snapped briskly, striding frantically about the den. Terra shot a stormy, green eyed glance at the shapeshifter.
Ati's lips lifted in a canine grin, revealing pointed teeth as she stood from behind her desk. "You have an office here?"
"Well, if you call it that. This way, and try not to get your blood on my carpet please? It leaves horrible stains."
"Blood?" Terra felt over her body, then growled in her throat even as she ran after Ati.
Dracula had left four parallel gashes in her ass. What a nice welcome present.
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The Count was furious.
Well, not that he didn't have a good reason to. After the half minute he allowed himself to bend and snarl in pain at his, violated, member; he had followed Terra.
Or tried to.
Ati's den, he smelled Terra's scent there. Smiling, with the warmth never reaching his eyes, he snapped his fingers and appeared in the study.
As he appeared, the smell of blood assaulted his nose and he grinned, amused, as he recognized whose it was. He had definitely given Terra something to remember him by.
As he scanned the room, a lone male wolf, huge compared even to a horse, lifted its head and growled without menace at the intruder.
"I'm not here to steal your bitch, I'm here to claim mine," he retorted at the accusing glare the wolf sent him.
It barked, once, then apparently satisfied, padded past the Count and nosed the door.
"Out?"
The wolf nosed the door again. "Good."
Within five minutes, Ati's packmate was leading a smirking Count into the maze of towers that decorated Castle Dracula's skyline.
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"You'll be fine here," Ati assured Terra for the hundredth time. "I'll hold him off if I find him. If I see him," she cut off Terra before she could open her mouth, "I'll tell you."
"Stay put," Ati growled over her shoulder as she slammed the door shut behind her. Terra heard the click and sliding of a lock.
"Like that will help," Terra snarled to herself as she scanned the room. Oh, PERFECT.
A bed. JUST was she needed.
It would have to do. The room was, if anything, beautiful. The window were scored through with black lines, creating an artistic effect in the moonlight flowing into the room. Black curtains restrained with golden ropes hung to the side of the window.
The bed was a canopy, a beautiful, vaulted canopy the stretched from ceiling to floor. On every post, a section of curtain, supposedly to surround the bed and give the sleeper privacy, was tied back.
The curtains were all black, and shone darkly.
The floor was covered with a lush, crimson carpet. Its colour matched her dress.
Terra grimaced as she sat on the edge of the bed. Her hip was badly scored from Dracula's claws. "Damn him," Terra mused, as she stoically grimaced and pulled the dress off over her head.
Focusing her energy, Terra placed her now blunt nails against the wounds and healed them instantly. The pain vanished and Terra, quite exhausted from her exertions before with the Count, flopped back on the bed, her arms splayed out to the side.
Eventually, she had managed to pull off her underdress, her slippers, and crawl into the center of the bed, pulling one plush pillow beneath her head and cuddling into the soft matress.
Her mind, tired, forgot the imminent danger the Count's pursual posed, and she dozed. Her pale form was half nude, her lacy black bra and underwear her only garments. One strap had left its place on her shoulder to rest against her arm. Her hair, returned to its curly state, was a vivid bloodbath about her neck and shoulders.
Terra tossed on the bed, lying flat on her stomach, feet stretching out, her hands reaching for the top of the bed. A contented sigh escaped her as she lounged comfortably on the silk sheets.
As she waited for word from Ati, rain slowly began to pound against the window, and she picked at the sheet, enthralled with its draconic embroidering.
The rain grew in fierceness, and when the first crash of thunder resounded, Terra, facing the headboard of the large bed, did not hear the other bang that was not of thunder; but of a door, thrown open and crashing into the wall.
She was discovered.
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Hadasah: Wha- ah- COUNT!
Dracula: -saunters into room- Yes, pet.
Hadasah: Shove your slimy greeting up your ass you prick. LOOK WHAT YOU DID.
Dracula: -bends over her shoulder, claws resting around her waist- I? I did nothing. I simply moved the story along. You were taking far to long my dear. I don't like to wait. -slides other hand down arm-
Hadasah: -shivers- You.. couldn't have.. asked me first?
Dracula: -kisses neck- You are far to stubborn. I did what I have to. Now give me a proper thank you and I'll-
Hadasah: -stake to crotch-
I hate my muse... I hate my muse.. I hate my muse... I hate my muse...
DAMN YOU DRACULA. And your spidery hands too.
