This is a very important author's note that I need people to read.
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So Young Dracula ended yesterday night with a very impressive finale. It ended. Do you know what that means? It means any Fanfiction author with more than a couple of chapters left doesn't know whether to continue writing or stop and I'm among them so I need your input.
Is it worth me following this story to the end or will it not be read?
Let me make this clear: I am at a turning point. No response will result in certain death for this story.
Warnings: Swearing, raciness and torture, I'm just a bundle of fun aren't I?
Chapter Sixteen – Cut
Their passion raged throughout the day and while Maja-Keht was not one for younger partners (or vampire partners) she found Vladimir to be a well-endowed lover with a luxurious presence. Her lips guided over his porcelain skin with a fiery hunger and his responded in kind his teeth often scraping over her flesh in the throes of his own vampiric desire.
Maja-Keht found his stamina very pleasurable and it was almost midday when the pair finally finished sparring.
"Mm…" Vladimir breathed in her scent and she curled around him. "So…" His fingernails trailed down the tanned skin of her stomach. "What did you do with the statue I gave you?" The mystic laughed softly and rolled over to face her lover.
His cold fingers cupped her cheek. "What?"
She smiled. "We may be sharing a bed but you are still a vampire and I know what you'll do if you possess the statue."
Vlad lips brushed her jawline. "It won't hurt you…" His tongue followed. "Why don't you let me have it?"
Maja-Keht pulled away but Vlad stroked her jaw so she stopped and she allowed his hand to rest on her jaw. "We both know that is a lie."
Vlad shrugged, a regretful expression thinning his lips. "I suppose but I was hoping we could do this the easy way." He titled his head at her. "I found you attractive."
The witch froze, suddenly feeling like she'd graciously underestimated the vampire. "What?"
Vlad smiled apologetically at her, not looking very sincere. "I found you attractive. But now I have to ruin that beautiful face."
Before Maja-Keht could react, the hand that had been cupped her face tightened and she found her head twisted to the side. All she could do was howl as Vlad buried his teeth in her neck. She felt fuzzy as the blood loss took hold and she regretted ever letting a vampire into her heart.
Next thing the witch knew was that she was tied to a chair and she couldn't remember the events leading there. She wasn't sure she even wanted to remember what happened after Vladimir bit her.
He emerged from the shadows with a look that suggested she was hurting him by 'forcing' him to tie her up. He was also holding an antique dagger that Maja-Keht used for ritualistic spells. So not only was the vampire she'd just been in bed with going to torture her: he was going to do it with her own weapon.
Vladimir toyed with the tip of the blade, subtly using fire in his hand to sharpen the point into a more efficient cutter. "I don't want to mutilate you more than necessary and it would be easier if you told me right away."
Maja-Keht glanced around searching her mind for the perfect spell to kill her captor. Vlad's face was suddenly in her field of vision. "I wouldn't bother. Your magic is temporarily out of action due to those," he gestured at the ropes holding her and the witch felt the urge to cuss; they were her own ropes that she'd enchanted to prevent magic-users escaping if she ever needed to slice one up. "And I wouldn't try to scream either; I know you've soundproofed this entire house even to vampire ears."
She glared up at him, furious that a. her trust had been betrayed and b. she was more likely going to die a horrible painful death.
He started to circle her and she felt disorientated by being unable to see him. "All you need to do is tell me where to find the statue but don't feel you have to," he gave a nasty chuckle. "I've never tortured anyone before and I'm kind of excited to try."
Maja-Keht could see that; he'd grabbed a number of random pointy objects from around her house and was obviously salivating in anticipation. She swallowed angrily and narrowed her eyes at him. He removed a gag from around her mouth with a "Got something to say?"
She didn't. "Bastard." She muttered before spitting blood onto his shoes.
Vlad ignored her and started circling again with a nasty chuckle. "What do I do first?" His cold fingertips forcefully titled her head at different angles, pulling at the skin around the scabbed over bite. She winced and Vlad slowly drew the blade softly down her cheek. "I hope this hurts." He sharply swiped the blade a long her skin. Warm red streamed down onto her chin and lips.
It wasn't an effective method of torture but he'd adapt and since Ingrid wouldn't dare attack until she had backup, he had all day.
Vlad said something else and there was another swipe, this time above her eye. Hot blood dripped like tears.
"I'm not telling you anything." She was still a witch of powerful will and she would give a vampire satisfaction of winning.
Vlad grinned showing a hint of fang. "I was hoping you'd say that."
And the slashes continued.
So short chapter, lots of blunt author's noting, I owe you guys an apology :/
Sorry but please get back to me on the continuation notice and I'll try and be nicer next time.
Also, bask in the darkness of this story, cause it's only gunna continue. :3