ALMOST A YEAR.
of no updates. -kills self- I am... so... sorry.....
NO MORE HIATUS VACATIONS FOR ME!
Dracula: I fully endorse all of you flaying her alive.
Hadasah: You bastard!
Dracula: WHAT? You've been the biggest bitch for like 8 months.
Hadasah: fucking vampire... no respect.....
precious: is we going to go fishing finally love? ! Oh please please!
Hadasah: Someone flay THAT alive. Just YOU try to write with these two wretches riding on you all the time.
Dracula: he he. You said riding.
Hadasah: -smacks with silver knuckles- Go fuck a corpse you viagra addicted old man.
Dracula: -hisses- once this story's done i am going to enjoy ripping you into tiny pieces to play with...
Yeaaahh. Wow. I have like a huge ammount of guilt for my lateness. '^_^
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Chapter 34: The Price to be Paid
She stared at him as he slept, long strands of his hair splaying across the bed, his breath teasing her chest and throat as his face shifted over her collarbone.
I fucked him. He fucked me. And he bound me...
Terra reached out, drifting her claws lazily across his back. Then, memory returned and she searched frantically within her for the power of her ex sire. For a moment, she felt nothing, and panic rose in her like a blood-red tidal wave, threatening to drown her.
There. It had moved, during the night. It had lain before, pressed into the innards of her brain; now, it had wrapped itself delicately around the walls of her dead heart. As she concentrated, she could feel darkness within it, shards of poison trailing into the dead muscle. Poison that would have killed her had she been human.
She shuddered and let go of the mental image. The pressure of her old master's mind faded and she lay back, letting her head slide into the relaxed mass of pillows that surrounded them.
A smile touched her lips after a while, when Dracula shifted, one hand sliding up from her hip to run across her shoulder and down her arm; across her chest and she yelped as he tweaked her nipple suddenly.
"Bastard."
"Morning, love," he grinned at her, pulling her atop him as he wound his arms around her, fingers interlacing, resting on her backside; a subtle pressure that pushed her closer to him and showed her that none of their previous night's actions had diminished his want of her. His neck stretched and muscle rippled across his chest beneath hers as his teeth closed around her earlobe, plying the tissue with razor sharp fangs. His mouth left a trail of icy lust down her throat, where he savored her neck for a moment, then kissed his way over her chin and finally, ending over her mouth.
"Don't be a tease," she breathed, mingling her breath with his. His eyes were inches from hers, and they were dark, full of emotion and raw power. His grip on her tightened and he lowered his mouth to hers, his tongue flicking over her lips. She gasped when one hand reached between them and tightened around her inner thigh, stroking with delicely extended claws. "Count," she warned, her voice a breathless whine of need as she stretched to meet his lips.
He flipped her over suddenly, landing between her thighs, both of her wrists now free as he cradled her face. "Tell me what you want," he countered, running his tongue over her breasts, leaving a wet line that caused her to close her eyes, her body twitching. His fangs caught her nipple and bit, lightly, lingering, as he suckled her; blood trailing from his mouth as he lifted his face to hover over hers once more.
Terra panted, tightening her thighs around his pelvis. She dug her nails into his back, ran them over his ass, and tore into the flesh of his back; reveling in the grunt of pain he gave. "Payback. My tit is going to hurt like a bitch, for that."
"You're a vampire," he scoffed, running his hand over her breast, healing it. "don't be coy."
Feeling her need dissipate as her sanity returned, she said, cooly: "If healing that is so easy, why don't you heal the rest of me?"
He froze, a subtle stiffening in his torso, she felt. "Terra... I am not experienced with this type of inner storing of information and spells. I could kill you just trying to unravel the spell, let alone access the information."
"It's not about me," she said, trying to distract from his part of the deal, "now. It's about everyone." He glanced suspiciously at her. This saint behaviour was not like her. Especially after her entire family was now dead.
"If this formula can save vampires, or lives; I have to find a way to get it. So don't worry about that. If I die, it doesn't matter."
A low growl escaped him. "It does matter." His claws dug into the sheets by her head, ripping. He sat up, his naked back to her, the lines of her claws across his back fading into nothing. "Until I can trust that I will not kill you by doing this; I refuse to try." His shoulders tightened as he gripped the side of the bed, his head bowed.
She sat up, staring at him, shock running through her. "You ... Count!" She grabbed his shoulder as he began to stand, forcing him to sit back down. "Don't walk away from this. I came here, my coven died, I almost died; and you expect me to let you just- leave? I didn't ask for your protection! I asked for you to fix me goddamn it! So fucking fix me!"
She ended, shouting at him, rage tightening her grip on his arm. He turned, and she saw only shadows on his face; the curtains in the room were drawn. But she felt the spiral of anger within him, through their subtle bond.
"Do not." He said, through clenched teeth. "Do not. I am not going to be your executioner. I still love you, even if that fact is trivial to you. Why bother saving others who would rip you apart to get this formula?"
Terra rose, to her knees, uncaring of her nakedness, ignoring his blunt confession even as it sent thrills through her entire body. "I'm not going to get this formula. Not to make them mortal. Not to save lives. Not for them." She paused, as his eyes narrowed, heat suffusing his gaze. His claws shot around her, one at her throat; ready to throttle her as he realized what she meant. Terrible anger battled with sadness as he stared at her.
"...no." He ran a thumb across her pale skin, staring at her black, vampiric eyes.
"I want the unShine for myself."
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WHEW short little chapter... but h ey. I'm going to be back and at em updating.
So yeah. if you hate me and no longer wish to read this story that's cool. But I want to end it , so if you're along for the ride then cheers!
Dracula: Why do you insist on torturing your characters with such suicidal notions?
Hadasah: This is why I don't ask you for contributions any more. All you want is a good ending with lots of sex.
Dracula: Hey. I don't care if they kill themselves after. But come on. Why ruin the mood right after the splendid night they just had?
Hadasah: Because Mary-Sues should die, sex addicts should find something ELSE to do, and the plot kind of needs to move along.
Dracula: You're a depressing little munchkin aren't you?
Thanks. Yes I am.
