AN: Well hello again :D Sorry for the late post, but I've been bustling around quite a bit. But never mind that. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Van Helsing. Wish I did though. So many changes to the plot...kukukuku...*evil grin*
As soon as Anna walked in through her huge double oak doors, she strolled up to her room to bunker down for that night. As she walked up the stairs to her room that was stories above her, Anna replayed the recent events in her head. She woke up in a luxurious room, naked. Furious, Anna found her clothes and demanded to know why she was there. Soon Dracula alarmingly embraced her, crushing his lips upon her own. Then he told her that she was in his castle of all places. But why? Surely not on free will.
Now Anna was curious again, her thoughts returning the soreness that covered her body from earlier that night. She growled, running her hands over both of her biceps to try to rub away the irritating pain.
Anna continued walking up the stairs, reaching her room as she softly hummed a tune to herself to break the silence. Now that she thought about it, her home was so silent without her brother Velkan. She remembered how they would laugh and spar together, teasing each other when one of them missed a move or got out of rhythm.
As she passed by familiar spots that were in the past, they suddenly felt empty. Those memories held no meaning anymore. Velkan was the only person who anchored her happiness, and how that he's gone, her happiness vanished with him as well.
Anna's chest contracted, her breaths shortening as moisture gathered in her eyes. No. She will not cry over the past. The past...is the past. What happened in those moments stay there. That was the old her. A newer being shall be made now.
Anna finally reached her room, grasping the handle as she pushed open the heavy door. As soon as she walked into her chamber, the air felt alarmingly cold. To her surprise, the window was open allowing the night's chill into her room. Anna quickly closed the window, a harsh chill coursing through her. Her thin eyebrows knitted together for a moment, lighting the bare fire-place until a roaring blaze slowly warmed the room.
Anna had a rather large room, a small sofa placed comfortably in front of the fire-place while two smaller tables rounded off from the arms of the sofa. A coffee table stood in front of the sofa, papers and weaponry scattered across one another. Behind the sofa was her queen sized bed, bearing a red velvet comforter and crisp linen sheets. A night table was on the right side of the bed, containing an oil lamp and a couple of stacks of books. There were the smaller things, such as the wardrobe and the windows and etcetera, but those things did not matter. Or really, ever.
Anna kicked off her boots and undid her corset, her blouse flowing freely down her torso. Anna sighed deeply, the silence of the room being deathly. The recently lit fire spat and crackled in the fire-place, dominating most of the silence. Anna would've usually kept Velkan in her room, because he was her only source of company. But she enjoyed him, and that was what really kept her going.
But now her fuel has run dry, and her fire had ceased. She was no longer the hot-headed brunette with the ocean of curls. Anna was now a river that had run dry, with no rain to wash away her troubles down stream. Instead she was a damp piece of land, that let every little thing bother her as they sank into her conscience.
Anna heaved another sigh, briefly closing her heavy eyelids. Her clock chimed 12, to signal that midnight has come around. Anna took the blanket that draped over the length of the sofa, bringing the large fabric over her tired shoulders. She curled up on the sofa as she allowed sleep to consume her. Her thoughts began to slow down, as dreamless sleep waltzed into her mind. Her last thoughts were about Dracula, and her decision. What was her decision? And how would Dracula respond?
Well, that could lie for tomorrow. But for now Anna let her worries slip away. Hopefully tomorrow would be a better day, and Dracula can hold his patience. Hopefully, hopefully... However, Dracula's patience was never his best virtue.
Dracula paced around in his study uneasily, his mind disrupted by thoughts about Anna. That woman was dangerous, holding such an innocence. Her moans and her voice, her sensuous body, bearing such curves. Her responses to his touch, and those eyes. Oh god those eyes. They bore into his with fire, the cinnamon orbs looking so lusted and delicious.
Just by thinking about her, his need was growing and pulsing impatiently. The pain for release was dangerously sweet, every nerve sparking in a wild-fire. Dracula ghosted a sly smile across his lips, drawing them from ear to ear. The Count slowed his pacing to one spot, rooting himself to the one spot that a great plan formed.
"Aleera. I need to speak to you for a moment."
In an instant the called woman entered his study, stalking towards the Count. Aleera smiled playfully, her straight teeth glinting from the spitting fire. Aleera also held an ocean of curls, however their color was an autumn orange with tints of light brown. Her skin was pale, but in a sense fair. Dracula admitted to Aleera being the most beautiful one, yet she was vain and very lustrous. Aleera's body can literally make a man drool, but in his eyes it was nothing compared to Anna.
Aleera curtsied slowly, giving Dracula a hint of her backside. She knew he noticed, and her smile widened.
"Yes, my Lord?"
Dracula towered over her smaller frame, his piercing blue eyes sharply gazing over her curved body. Aleera kept her hazel eyes on his, waltzing around him as if to hint where things could potentially go.
"How would you feel, if perhaps, a new bride were here?"
Aleera instantly stopped at his shoulder, her gliding hand halting as well. It seemed that Aleera did not like the sound of this.
"In all honesty, my Lord, I would feel like a third wheel in some cases. I always have been when there were three,"
Aleera paused as she continued to waltz around him. Dracula did not follow her gaze as she rounded his shoulder. The Count instead kept his hands casually behind his back, having no interest in touching Aleera.
"But if there were, a new bride, I would comply and be loyal as I always have been. However, my Lord"
Aleera paused again, her hand trailing down Dracula's solid chest to his abdomen. Aleera breathed against his neck, her breath clouding against his ear lobe. Dracula breathed slowly, keeping his gaze straight forward. Aleera's voice was a whisper, but held a lethal dosage of venom.
"I would show your new bride who met my Count first, and to mind her limits."
Aleera pulled away from him, her breath remaining on his ear lobe. Dracula glanced behind him, turning slowly to face his slightly disturbed bride. With his right hand, Dracula cupped her cheek gently. Aleera looked at him, her playfulness wavering in her eyes. Her smile was gone, a small frown placed upon her lips.
"Why are you sad my love? A new bride will help with the loneliness that we feel here."
Dracula said softly, his hand trailing down to her chest, where she gasped faintly as his fingers brushed by where her heart should be. Aleera closed her eyes gently, reopening them as her lust sparked in her eyes again.
"Ah. There's my fire again."
Dracula said with a faint smile. He leaned away from her, folding his hands behind his back once more. Aleera looked confused for a moment, misunderstanding his gentleness. The Count looked at her, his gentleness caged once again.
"I have made up my mind. A new bride will come soon. But do not fret, she will understand my...terms."
"But, my Lord-"
"It's final, Aleera. I'm finished with you. You're dismissed."
Aleera gaped at him for a moment, wide-eyed and clearly hurt. She quickly curtsied and exited Dracula's study, leaving him to his thoughts again on Anna. His smile reappeared unconsciously, a sudden spark of pleasure coursing from his member. He remembered everything clearly, as if it had happened only a mere few moments ago. A couple of hours have passed, the clock chiming 5.
The sun will soon rise, and for Dracula that was dangerous. The Count strode to his chamber far below his castle, where the sun could not reach him. He laid in his coffin, his smile remaining on his face. He noticed briefly, that this was the first whole-hearted, and genuine smile that he allowed in over 400 years.
Well, I hope that was eay on the eyes. :) Thanks for reading guys! Here are some of the readers that reviewed from the last chapter: MissVD, Savannah17, 2SummerSolstice9, and Sasstelli. Thank you for posting a review. Hearts for all of you~
Dracula: *clears throat*
Teoxaris: Hm? Oh. Hey Dracula.
Dracula: I'm sorry about, you know. The last chapter.
Teoxaris: Oh it's fine. I completely understand. *smiles*
Dracula: Alright, now that I have that out of the way, *advances towards Teoxaris*
Teoxaris: Um...what are you doing?
Dracula: PLEASE LET IT BE OVER! I AM SO HORNY RIGHT NOW THAT I CAN'T TAKE IT! *on knees begging*
Teoxaris: You shouldn't be begging me, ask Anna!
Dracula: *teary eyed* Anna, PLEASE have mercy on me Q-Q
Anna: *looks at him blankly* ... *starts feeling his pain* Oh all right. I'm surprised, you lasted more than 20 minutes. It's been 3 days now-
Dracula: OH THANK THE HEAVENS THAT I DON'T PRAY FOR. Let's do it. Right here. Right now. Right until you beg me to stop. *advadnces dangerously towards Anna*
Anna: U-um, Teoxaris! You should get a move on now!
Teoxaris: Oh, uh yeah. Thanks again, and until next time. Drac! Take it else where!