I was staying up late on Friday recently and was just watching Dracula videos on YouTube when I had this great idea for a one-shot story in my mind. I thought to try and type it before uploading it on Fanfiction if possible. It's inspired by the classical remakes of Bram Stoker's Dracula with characters changed and made my own.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Bram Stoker's Dracula characters nor the plotline.
Worthy of Eternal Life: ALONE
Miss Kayla Carolyn watched by the window of her temporary bedroom as she watched the others who were her so-called "friends", leave to track down the vampire that had killed a friend of theirs. She was not really a friend, just an associate that proved to be very unpopular with others due to her snobbish personality. Lady Linda Marbles had been found two days prior with her head torn from her body, her heart ripped from her bare chest and bitemarks on her neck within her private bedroom. It looked like a wild animal had gotten in and just went berserk in attacking her but there was no evidence that something or someone had broken since the doors and windows of her private bedroom were still sealed shut.
Kayla wore a creamy white nightgown that seemed too big around the lining of where it should hang on her body which is the shoulders. Instead, it covered one shoulder fully whilst baring her other shoulder completely along with revealing some degree of her bare breast, but not entirely. The material gave her long sleeves along with it hanging loose on her body whilst it reached down to her ankles. Her pastel lavender hair hung down her back, even in length and parted in the middle on top of her hair. She had no bangs, no fringes, just a normal shoulder-length hairstyle that she did occasionally place into a headband though small in size. Her sapphire eyes continued to watch as the group of men gathered on their horses and rode off into the distances, the only thing highlighting them against the dark scenery was their fiery torches.
Once she was sure that they were gone, she turned her back on the window and headed towards the dull-covered-bed where she parked herself on it. She drew her legs underneath herself, under her large nightgown as she waited for time to tick by her. She was not scared, it was more like anticipation of what could happen or might happen tonight. The sounds of the imprisoned men within the building below her could be heard via the echoes that the walls absorbed and transported around. Their screams, their shouts, their curses at being imprisoned for the rest of their life for the crimes that they committed onto others.
She could not believe that a vampire was in this town that she called home and had been feeding on people all around her. The others felt convinced that it was Lord Armand, Kayla's gentleman friend who had arrived from Austria on a boat. They felt very convinced that he was the vampire and no matter what, were determined to prove it with his life. But she felt that if he was the vampire that is being hunted at this moment in time, he must have a very good explanation for doing so and if he does; she would ask him. Though better said than done since she has no idea on where he is unless he is at his newly-brought, half-destroyed castle on the edge of town.
"If he ever comes here, either tonight or maybe tomorrow, I will be brave and just ask him." Kayla thought to herself in her mind as she gazed her eyes back to the window. She could now see the very faint torches in the vast background, meaning that they were nearly at the residence of Lord Armand, the so-called vampire. At least four-five minutes must have gone-by, as it takes nearly a full hour to reach there on foot and another full hour to get back.
Lord Armand's Residence.
The group arrived at the residence and immediately got to work. They steadily approached with their fiery torches in hand and their other hands with bullet-filled-pistols. They were not sure if bullets could harm or even kill him if he was a vampire and the one they seek to destroy. However, they would find out if they found him in the area of death.
The castle has been left in a state of partial destruction for roughly eight-hundred-years. It had originally belonged to one of the town's founding families but over the centuries, it had become a place of constant madness and eventual death. Nearly every person in that family became eloped in madness at various points to the actual point of trying to claim possession of something that was just stone with no reason for existing except for being a home to the living before trying to murder everyone in sight with fire. The actions of those who became mad lead to the forever-haunting land that this castle now stood on. Reminder to those who visit or try to live there.
The Professor, an old man who had aged gracefully but his mind sharp as ever, stood near the still-standing but broken door archway with one torch in his hand and bag full of mysterious smell that leaked through the metal lining of the black handbag. "We need to either find Lord Armand and speak to him… or if we find the evidence that proves our suspicions, then we kill," he said in an accent tone of voice. He wore transparent glasses on his face and had on a dull-brown suit with a white-coloured-shirt on underneath.
All the men behind the European professor nodded their heads and passed the lining of the residence's hold on the supposedly haunted land as they began to fan out and do what they came to do; find the vampire, ask questions if possible, attack him and then completely destroy him if they are able to.
As the men got to work on their vampire hunting mission, they were being watched unknowingly by a pair of dark blood-coloured-eyes that were hidden in the darkness. He was crouched on a thick tree branch, on one of the high trees that overlooked his half-demolished residence. He had one hand over his crouched leg slightly and his other hand supporting him on his hiding spot up in the darkness. He had been there for sometime when he heard that they were approaching and he did not have to think long on why they were coming. He knew what they would do if they saw him and he did not plan on being killed tonight when he had other things on his mind such as what he planned to do with a certain lady.
Armand stood to his tall height, whilst still standing on the thick tree branch with one hand and turned his head somewhat slightly towards where the town was located which was to his right. His dark eyes scanned over the town to find a particular building and once he had found it with his increased level of eyesight, his lips raised themselves into a smile.
The Asylum and Prison of Moorville.
Kayla had reapproached the window that she had done early and her breathing was mostly calm at times, although she did feel that her human heart was doing double beat whenever she felt anticipation as she continued to stare through the window and watch the faint fiery torches in the background move, if very very slowly.
She began to feel somewhat hot as if the temperature in the room was being turned up and so moved her hands to grasp the metal handles of the window before she pulled down and pushed with her physical strength. The window moved forward at her force and as it did so; the cold air was absorbed inwards to which caused her to shiver, though; she did feel much better at not having to worry about being covered in bodily sweat in this hot building due to now having fresh cold air to breath into her lungs via her nose and mouth.
She placed the window on a small metal latch that was located on the bottom, nearly underneath the slightly open window to maintain its position of allowing fresh cold air into the temporary bedroom that she occupied for the moment. Once she had done that, then she turned her back again on the window to sit down in the exact place and position she had sat herself in. She was only here because the men told her she would slow them down because she was a woman, but really; they did not want her to come because they thought she was stupid and had nothing to contribute despite her being the one to report weird noises coming from outside her home at night in the last few days as well as newspaper reports of people being found with odd slash marks and blood drained from them. That's men for her.
Kayla closed her eyelids, just for a second, as she lowered her head in a hung position. Then she felt it, it was like something had repeatedly raised and lowered a piece of fan in a very fast motion to create a fast breeze of air that caused her to shiver enough that her whole body shook in seconds and caused her to reopen her eyes quickly to see how that happen and as she turned her head to her side. Her lips, which were kept closed, slowly separated as her eyes widened in size at what she was looking at. She found her answer.
Armand stood there, in full standing height. He had on a white shirt and long black leather-type jacket that clung to his body, outlining his strong muscles, as well as black leather-type trousers that seemed to be matching with his long jacket. However, his white shirt was unbuttoned so it was open to all who saw his very tensed muscles and he was bare-footed, having no shoes on whatsoever but his feet looked like they had no damage on them at all. His messy dark rich hair framed his handsome pale-skinned face and his eyes were still dark red in colour.
Despite running at tremendous speed thanks to his inhuman abilities as a vampire, he was not out of breath at all. He was still breathing calmly as if he had walked here and then climbed through the window.
Both of them sat and stood there in silence. No words were spoken, no conversation was exchanged. Just silence except for the still shouting, screaming and curses coming from the building below. The vampire's dark eyes moved from where he had been looking which were Kayla's widened eyes down to her upper body where he noticed that her nightgown hung off her left shoulder completely with some of her bare breast being shown to a degree, but not all. His eyes remained there for a second before moving onwards to where her heart lay beneath her breasts, within her skeleton structure and saw through his blood-filtering eyesight, that her heart was not beating erratic, only normal as if she was not afraid of what stood in the same room as her.
"Armand…" she uttered his name as she felt his eyes move back to her face, catching her eyes in a stare once again. "How did you get in here?"
"The window." He raised his right hand attached to his right arm and without looking, pointed to where the window sat in the room's structure. She followed where he was pointing with her gaze and noticed that the window was not on a latch anymore, it was fully opened with both parts of the window looking like it was pinned to the outside wall structure with something that she could see.
She moved her gaze back to his face where once again, their eyes were locked in a stare and she asked him another question. "What are you doing here?"
"To see you, Kayla." He told her truthfully. "I know that your male companions are at my home, looking for me. Looking for the vampire that has been the cause of these mysterious attacks. But they don't know that I am not there."
Armand moved from his spot and walked slowly around the end of the bed towards the side where he faced Kayla as she sat on her legs, underneath her nightgown and on the bed sheets. She was initially sitting straight but as he moved around, she moved her upper body backwards using her hands as a means of support for her body on the bed sheets but she did not run, she did not lean forward and try to whack him. She still was not afraid, just being cautious.
"You have nothing to fear from me, Kayla. I am not going to harm you. I would never do that, unless it was unintentional." He told her truthfully, again and he meant every word he spoke. She was not like other women who cared about their ageing beauty or how to keep themselves in a lavish lifestyle until the day they die. She loved books, she loved being outdoors, she only liked stuff that were different to others like Gothic architecture, supernatural mythology whilst other women enjoyed very romantic novels and bagging men as future husbands.
"Why did you kill Lady Linda Marbles?" Kayla did promise herself earlier that she would ask him if he came here and now she has. "And if you did kill her, then why did you do that to her being?"
The vampire sighed as he knew he would be asked that question and had no intention of lying. "Yes, I did attack her, only to feed on her blood but I could not have her become what I am if that is who she is in personality so I did rip her heart out, pull her head off her neck. It is a safety measure to prevent one from being a vampire after they have been drained of the majority of their blood. This is what happens when a vampire feeds, it's not something that we can switch off; it's a permanent thing that is part of our nature when feeding to satisfy our hunger for blood."
"You may not believe me but I did what I had to. It may prove that I am a monster and maybe I am, but amongst my kind; it's our way of keeping safe from those who seek to destroy us. It's our way of an immortal life."
"People fear what they don't understand and hate what one becomes."
Those words remained in Kayla's mind upon remembering that saying that the Professor had told her a week ago and in a second of what she decided to do. She pulled herself onto her knees while keeping her back straight and she muffled herself carefully towards the vampire who she had befriended two weeks ago. One hand had grabbed a hold of her creamy white nightgown as she muffled herself to be close to him as he stood very close to the bed's side. She stood in a kneed position in front of him and softly spoke to him. "You are not a monster, Armand. You and your kind are just like us humans; you kill to survive in terms of blood whilst we kill for meat. It is the very same."
What she did next was surprising to the elder vampire as she leaned her head forward with the lids of her sapphire eyes closing shut and her lips still parted as she pushed her lips against his in the form of a kiss. It was soft and light as she kissed him. What better way to show what she meant than just words. Her free hand came to rest fully against his chest, right on the spot of where his beating heart laid beneath. His body temperature was slightly colder due to his nature and the only way that he could be as warm as a human was by consuming fresh human blood directly.
Armand closed the lids of his dark eyes shut as he gave into the kiss that Kayla initiated. His hands came to rest on the back of her waist as he continued to kiss and slowly pulled her against him gently. Both human and vampire enrolled in their passionate kiss for a few minutes, their tongues dancing together until they both slowed down in their kissing to pull away, whilst reopening their eyes to gaze at each other before Kayla continued to initiate on what was to happen next, taking the lead instead of letting man do his usual thing. She told herself that she should have been nervous but she was not nervous, somewhat excited as if she was experiencing a wedding night or kissing a man for the first time.
She muffled herself back on her knees, being careful as she did so whilst Armand's hands still rested on the back of her clothed waist before she leaned herself onto her backside with her hands and then onto her back fully so she was laying down straightly except for the lesser lower half of her legs and feet hanging off the bed. Her pastel lavender hair was spreaded around her head, against the dull colours of the bed sheets. As she lowered herself down, Armand retracted his hands from her, but her breasts jiggled through her nightgown as she went, which the vampire caught with his gaze. He moved his hands in an individual motion towards his shoulder as he shrugged off both his white unbuttoned shirt and leather jacket that hugged his muscular figure. The materials' hit the wooden floor with a thud and just laid there as its wearer leaned himself over the mortal woman.
He was about to place the palms of his hands on either side of her head on the bed to support himself, yet she grabbed his hands with both of hers and pulled them towards the lining of her nightgown, which he grabbed gently with his fingers and as he held either side of the nightgown with one finger of his right brushing faintly against the skin of her almost naked swelled breast, he then in one inhuman move; the fabric was ripped down the middle in a quick straight tear.
Her breath was caught in her throat as he performed this inhuman move with her naked body becoming instantly exposed to his very dark eyes and hunger. A light shiver passed itself throughout her body due to the cold air that leaked through the completely open window. Her eyes never left his face as he gazed down her body with his own, drinking in the sight and taking his time doing so. Not all of her body was exposed as her arms and hands were still in the remains of her gown's sleeves. She looked so beautiful, so well-developed for a woman of twenty-three years in age. The vampire had seen other women's bodies in a session of lovemaking throughout his several-century lifespan; some had enlarged breasts and some had very underdeveloped breasts, but Kayla's breasts were the right size. They were well-curved as if they had been made by an artist with delicate care. Her naked region below was totally bare and her thighs were somewhat toned to an extent.
Meanwhile, Armand's perfections were his chest being so muscular that any woman could tell how strong he was and his stomach was quite toned, no fatness that could ruin the image of a sexy man. His leather-type trousers clung to his hips and legs without any support. His nails were well-manicured; not too short and not too long in length. His skin was pale but not too pale with his dark rich shaggy hair contrasting well against each other. He had no bead nor extra facial hair on his face, leaving it smooth for anyone to run their fingers along.
The vampire lowered himself closer to Kayla's laid figure, barely touching her as he planted small kisses from her lips, to her throat, to her collarbone and then through the valley of her swollen breasts and heading onto her stomach as he got closer to her naked region, but insteading of kissing her naked lower region. He planted one small kiss individually on her right inner thigh and then her left inner thigh, all while the mortal woman's gaze followed his each and every move down her body. He used his hands that were facing flatly against the bed sheets beside Kayla's youthful bare body to support himself as he rose back towering over her, kissing his way back up her body until he reached her swollen breasts. He turned his eyes to her, who had still been watching him and back to her breasts. Armand parted his lips as he drew closer and closer to her right breast before he enclosed them around her nipple. He gently sucked and licked her nipple inside his mouth for a few minutes and then he released it from his mouth as he planted small kisses in a line from one breast to the other as he repeated the same action; enclosing his parted lips around her left nipple and then sucking as well as licking it inside his mouth before releasing it after a few minutes. As he had his attention on her breasts, she moaned softly with every action he unleashed on them. He was so gentle that it was hard to believe that he was a centuries-old vampire from Europe with a deep thirst for blood.
She kept her hands and arms down by her sides, resisting the urge to run her fingers through his shaggy hair as she did not want him to be distracted from whatever he was doing to her body. The feeling was so good that she did not want it to stop and hoped it would not stop for sometime.
Armand planted small kisses again from her left breast to the valley of both, and instead of going back to the right breast; he pushed his tongue out from his mouth through his lips and against her warm skin as he started a licking trail from the valley of her swollen breasts to her collarbone and then up her throat, passing her chin as he reached her parted lips and pushed his own against hers like early when she initiated the movement against him. He slipped his tongue through and once again, their tongues danced together in rhythm.
After a few minutes of intense kissing between vampire and human, the vampire pulled away unhurriedly. He gazed at her for a moment, "Kayla, I want you to unbutton my trousers with your fingers."
She did not need to be asked twice. She reached both of her hands from where they had been laying by her sides to where his waist and the opening part of his black trousers were located. She reached forward steadily as her fingers brushed the button before grabbing it and pushing through the hole that it was enclosed around, and then she raised her eyes back towards Armand as she grabbed the tiny metal zip before pulling it down in a downwards motion until the fabric loosened around his waist to the point of barely being able to hand onto his body. He kept his gaze on her as he moved to a standing position with his hands leaving the bed sheets and grasped the sides of his loosened trousers with both hands as he pulled the thick fabric down and away from his body in an inhuman motion like he had done similarly with Kayla's nightgown. The trousers landed in a heap next to his shirt and jacket on the floor.
Kayla could not believe what she was seeing with her very human eyes. He stood to his full height and had no problem being completely naked in front of her. Her breath became caught in her throat as it had done early. He looked proud of his bareness to the mortal woman. She moved her sapphire eyes up and down, taking in his features of inhumanness that he possessed. She had no idea whether he was born to have these features at a point in his life or developed them upon becoming a vampire at an uncertain age. He was perfect like he had been created by an artist. As her eyes continued downwards, she caught sight of his manhood and by god; she could only guess that he was well popular with women of both mortal and vampire descent, based on its size. It was long in length, thick, possessed no sagginess and looked firm to touch and hold as it stared at her from afar, and looked hard enough that it was ready for her. She did feel a slight quiver pass down her spine at the thought of it being inside.
"What if it was too big as it entered my insides and did some damage in the process?" She quickly shook off that negative thought. "That won't happen."
"Kayla…" She looked away from his private region at the mention of her name being spoken and back towards his face, where his dark eyes were directly staring at her face. Their eyes connected once again. "Do I have your permission on what happens next?"
She did not need to think about her answer at all. "You have my permission… Armand. I am ready."
Her answer pleased him immensely. His lips rose into a small smile on his handsome face as he moved closer to her laid bare body with his form overtowering her in the process. She raised her bare feet, which were dangling off the bed with some of her legs, onto the exact end of the side of the bed. She opened her legs to him as he came to nestle between them as he prepared himself for what was to come shortly soon. The vampire used his propped-up elbows to support himself above her as he pushed his body slowly against hers. He did not need to use one hand to guide himself into her folds, as his manhood was firm enough to steer towards its objective. He slid into her like a glove and only stopped himself to give her a chance at accommodating his size inside her. He did not want to cause her any more pain than she was already experiencing.
At first, there was intense pain which was common for any woman's first time. Her face proved this as her eyes squeezed shut, only for a brief amount of time as her body adjusted to the intrusion and the size of the organ inside her. The pain disappeared and was replaced by a foreign and yet positive feeling that must have been pleasure. A feeling that outweighed the negative that is carried by this session in almost every person's intimate lives.
Kayla's lips remained parted to release small sounds of positive moans that encouraged Armand to not stop in his movements against her mortal body. She wanted him to continue until they were both spent totally. He was not rough or too hard, just gentle and firm. Every motion he performed in the form of a sexual thrust caused her swollen breasts to juggle up and down with each and every motion, as did her body to the same level though to a much smaller extent.
Armand repeated every thrust as strong and made sure to thrust to the full extent that he was able to achieve inside her warmly hugging walls before needing to pull out and repeat the motion over, and over again. He wanted this experience to be something that she would never forget and definitely remember for the rest of her life.
"Whether it is as a human or vampire," He thought to himself.
Her head moved to the left with her cheek fully flat against the bed sheets and the lids of her eyes totally shut as she allowed herself to be lost in the glorious waves of sexual pleasure that she was experiencing for the first time. The sounds of her moans still being emitted from her mouth as her body began to get stiffer and stiffer which told her that she was nearing her climax but this had no effect on the vampire's bodily movements.
All of sudden, her body arched into his as her head moved back to face him fully with her eyes having reopened at the urge of having to urge against his cool temperature body. The inner walls of her body clutched his organ inside her at the very moment climaxing as her juices coated it deeply, but he did not slow down which caused Kayla to become totally surprised as he continued to sexually thrust and thrust. He did not look out of breath and there was not an ounce of sweat on his brow. She expected him to be tired, but it must have been something to do with being a vampire.
"One of the perks of being a vampire, I guess, is having all the time in the world to practise perfectly in the skills of lovemaking." She thought to herself as her body died down from having climax for the very first time and soon began to feel the re-rising waves of pleasure again for a second time.
Armand could feel her womanly juices all over his organ inside her and slightly down her inner thighs which rubbed up against his hips, which allowed him to go deeper and deeper into her as he pushed his body against her with using his one leg to nudge her own legs open more for this to happen. His head moved forward to be closer to hers as if he was going to kiss her, but not. His breath could be felt on her lips and this made her even more excitable that would affect him later on. She moved her partially covered hands from where they lay beside her through the beginning of her lovemaking session and towards his bare chest, laying flatly against the muscles though her fingers did tickle that sent tingles across his body. Her hand on her right could feel the pulse of his heart beating in a calm rhythm as she raised her eyes to match his in a stare since his dark eyes have been on her through the beginning of their lovemaking session. They stayed like that as her hands moved from his chest and towards his sides where they remained. She wanted to physically show that she did not want him to stop, despite having climaxed just moments ago. She wanted him to continue until he had obtained his own climax which could last for ages yet.
The session of their lovemaking carried on immensely as Armand repeatedly made love to Kayla without having to worry of being interrupted by the hunters and their beloved Professor. Even if they came into the room, he would probably not stop and just mock them instead as he claimed a woman who they would say was their friend but wasn't as he heard how they talk about her as if she was dirt and the comments on whether she has ever engaged in sexual contact up until now had disgusted him. They would never be able to make her feel this way as he is doing right now. He knew that she would never let them touch her in that way as he is doing right now. They would never get that right after tonight.
Soon enough, Kayla climaxed for a second time and repeated her movements like the first time until the re-rising waves of pleasure again for a third time. She does not know much more she can take as her heart was beating like a wild bird's wing and her body began to feel slightly wet as if she had gone running, but on the other hand; she did not want him to stop. No man would ever make her feel this way as Armand had made her feel. He was patient, gentle and had not laid a finger on her in terms of harm. All he wanted was to show her how much he cared about her, unlike her so-called "friends".
The time ticked by between her second climax in sexual release and like the previous two; her third was approaching and hers was not the only one approaching. The vampire's body began to tense up like hers had done for the first, second and now third time. His movements became stiffer and stiffer with the speed somewhat increasing to a small degree. He did not want to hurt her at the cost of satisfying himself. If he had to apply force to prevent himself, then so be it. Like a true gentleman, he watched her climax for a third and final time which left her incredibly limp with little physical strength but very sexually satisfied as a result. Her lips moved themselves into a small smile upon achieving contentment whilst she witnessed her vampire lover's climax; his body slowed down in its movements of sexually thrusting as he finally spent himself within her and oh boy, she could feel his spent inside her, fusing with her immense womanly juices that now leaked from her private region and covered his along with her inner thighs. Their fused juices created a unique level of bodily temperature that was not cold and not hot, just the right degree.
His eyes closed themselves as his mouth opened to reveal a full row of teeth that were fully white in colour, and yet every single tooth was the same length with only a slight sharpness to their tough structure. Unlike very traditional vampires, Armand nor his kinsman did not possess two fangs on the upper section of teeth in their nature as Germanic vampires. Usually, vampires like Armand would finish their lovemaking sessions with feasting on their female partner as an ultimate form of climax. However, he was not like them on this occasion and instead, allowed himself to lay upon Kayla's form which she accepted with open arms. His head rested on her rising chest with his dark rich shaggy hair tickling her very warm skin and acting as a curtain to her swollen breasts mostly. His left cheek was almost touching the near swell of her breast with his moderately cold breath sending shivers down her front in a faint sense. He could hear her heart beating in a still fast pace as her body attempted to relax itself to a calm state, which proved that it would take some time. Kayla's hands came to rest from his sides and move towards his head as she came to cradle it where it was resting. Her fingers spread themselves through his hair that felt so soft under her touch.
It would be like that for sometime as both human and vampire rested themselves in the aftereffects of their lovemaking session, within each other's embrace. They did not say anything at all. She was not ashamed of having made love to a centuries-old vampire. She enjoyed every moment of it and did not want it to end, but knew that it must for their very sake. She did not want the hunters to come back and find them together where they would drag him off her and unleash whatever brutal methods they had in mind for him in front of her. She did not think about what they might do to her if that did come to happen. She did not want to.
The sounds to the cursing, shouting and screaming had died down a while ago and all there was silence, until someone spoke. "I need to go. If they find me here, they won't hesitate to use brutal force and I don't want you to be harmed as a result."
"I know." She responded.
She did not want him to go, but knew it was pointless and so just stayed where she laid as Armand forced himself to pull away from their loving embrace and move backwards away from her as he stood to full height in front of her. The physical indications of their lovemaking were still present on his inner thighs, all over his private region as well as her inner thighs, her private region and the bed sheets. His manhood still stood firm and straight as if it had not been used in a sexual act. For a moment, Kayla missed the coldness that was against her warm skin.
Even if he leaves her, she will still remember this night as the best night in her later mortal years.
Kayla still laid there as Armand moved himself towards the chair that was leaned against the bedroom room, and next to the side table that was stationed next to the bed. There was a thick blanket that had been folded into one pile and he grabbed that with both hands before opening it fully so he could provide cover for his mortal lover's body, giving her privacy from unwanted eyes and shielding her from getting cold that would be the indirect consequence of leaving the window fully open to the cold air outside. She happily accepted the blanket onto her as she wrapped it tightly around her body. She could not use her creamy white nightgown as that had been torn in the act of passion for her vampire. Her hands rested flatly against the blanket on the outside as she continued to watch Armand as he began to dress himself, though this changed in an instant as within a flash of his inhuman abilities; he had his white unbuttoned shirt on his upper body along with his now-buttoned leather-type trousers clinging and providing full cover to his toned legs. He was bare-footed since he had arrived here without any shoes on. The nails on his feet and hands were tanly-coloured.
His leather jacket still laid on the ground, in the same position it had landed in.
She forced her body into a sitting position, still feeling the effects of their lovemaking which included her muscles feeling strained at the energy used that she would not use normally. She kept her back straight as her hair came to cascade down her back, part of her hair resting against her skin and the other half resting against the fabric of her nightgown.
"There's something I need to do before I leave, or rather I need to ask." Armand said as he fully faced her as she sat on the edge of the bed, with the blanket still wrapped around her with both hands.
"What do you need to ask me, Armand?"
"I am always one to ask first rather than wait for forgiveness." He began to say as he slowly approached her. "I want to make an offer to you, Kayla. A choice that is fully yours to make in answering." He stopped in his approach and leaned forward towards her.
"What is the offer, the choice you are asking me?" She asked. It can't be that bad to ask him, surely.
"The choice that I am offering to you is related to what I am. I am offering to make you into what I am: a vampire."
She has never had someone ask her for anything and this was one of them. But then, again, she has never asked at any point in her lifetime if she wanted to become a vampire. It's not something that one would ask someone. To be a vampire, what does that mean?
"What does it mean to be a vampire?"
"Being a vampire means that you are powerful… You are immortal. You are protected from physically ageing with having the absolute chance to do anything you want in your lifetime without having to worry about time. Your youth, your beauty is permanently stopped at the moment of conversion. You are immune to any illness, bacteria, virus that would make a human very sick and potentially kill them within a day. See new places, meet new people, learn new languages and read books along with moving with the times. You will also have other incredible abilities such as strength, speed, endurance, agility that can be used to protect yourself from those who mean you or your family harm. You would be able to survive any injury, fatal or non-fatal, within a matter of seconds. But-"
"There is always 'but' coming when something interesting is brought up in conversation, doesn't it?"
"But we vampires are forever bound to drinking blood, not for survival, as a small need throughout our eternal life. We can't eat normal food or drink alcohol. We are gravely vulnerable to the sun which is fatal amongst our kind which limits our presence to the night only. We also cannot have children, which is both a blessing and curse at times, and we would suffer great guilt and loss in having to watch someone we care about die within their mortal lifespan. Unless, that person we care about, agreed to become one of us to prevent that great loss." The vampire finished his statement on what is good and bad about being a vampire to his mortal lover. He did not want to scare her, only to let her in for what he has had to endure for roughly seven-hundred-years. He only gave her the truth.
"How does one become a vampire, what does the process involve?" Kayla was still interested, but needed to know everything so she could make a decision.
Armand stood eye-level with her, though still towering over. "It would take place over a certain area on your body, say your neck and then I would sink my fangs into your flesh, into the veins that carry your blood around your body. I would have to drink an undisclosed amount of your blood as I infect you with the vampire infection. You will not need to drink my blood, like the very traditional vampires, it will not do anything. The process only requires one bite which is from me to you."
Kayla closed her eyes fully as she really thought in her mind for this offer that the vampire was offering to her. To be immortal, to live forever and yet the cost is watching everyone around her die. She would not be missed much if she died in her mortal lifetime, she kept thinking that no-one would even turn up for the service. She did not want to be on her own, she wanted to be loved.
"The choice is yours, Kayla."
"Armand," She began to say, as she reopened the lids of her sapphire eyes and looked into his dark blood-coloured eyes. "I want you to bite me… I want you to turn me into what you are. I don't want to be alone."
The vampire's lips rose into a smile of true contentment as his mortal lover told him on her answer to becoming one of his kind. If his physical strength was not at a superhuman-type level, he would pick her up in his arms and hold her tight without ever wanting to let her ever again. She smiled back at him.
"Let's get started then. It will be for the best if you laid down, Kayla. It will help with the aftereffects as the converting one into a vampire is quite daunting at times." He told her. She nodded her head at his comment and slowly laid herself back into the position that she placed herself into when she was about to enrol into the throes of lovemaking. Her whole body and head laid fully against the bed sheets as Armand lowered himself on top of her, using his propped-up elbows to support himself above her so he was not crushing her with his bodily weight. The fabric of the blanket brushed against his partly-revealed chest that was not covered by his loosened shirt. His face was a few inches from hers as he parted his lips to reveal his fang-like teeth to her gaze. He wanted to see if she would show immediate fear and try to push him off her, but she did one thing that showed her affection for him.
Kayla closed her eyes and instantly parted her lips to push firmly against his own parted lips as she rested both of her hands on his cheeks, with her palms fully against his cold flesh. They stayed in their passion-filled kiss for at least thirty seconds before they gently pulled away from each other gradually.
"Now do it, my love." She commanded him as she reclosed her eyes once again at the same time as she turned her head to the right with her cheek just inches above the bed sheets. Her hands came to rest on either side of her head with her palms facing the ceiling. The side of her neck became fully bared for what was to come next and he did not have to wait long to do it. He rested his left cheek against hers very faintly and then began a trail from lead him over the line of her chin to her fully-bared neck. He hovered for a second, only to place a small kiss on the skin before opening his mouth wide and sinking his fang-like teeth into her throat's skin, deep into the vein that held her blood.
Kayla did not scream, she did not shout, she did not curse at all; she only gasped in what sounded like a moan. Her body arched against his and using all her willpower, she fought the great urge that told her to push him off her to get rid of the excruciating pain she was experiencing but instead, she placed one hand on the back of his head, deep into his rich hair and wrapped her other around his shirt-covered-back.
The vampire tried his best to not do any further damage than what he already had to do. It was something that he had no full control over when he was usually feasting on a person's blood directly. No matter what he tried to do, the pain that derived from being bitten was always so excruciating for any mortal. It was the same for any other vampire of his kind when deep in this situation involving blood.
The act of bloodrinking lasted roughly minutes until Armand pulled his mouth from the fang wounds in her neck. He did not need to drain her full of blood, just drink a couple of litres which would help with the start of the infection of the vampirism that was now inside her. Her blood stained his teeth, all of the inside of his mouth and lips as well as portions of his skin like his chin. As he pulled his body away from her to a towering position, her left hand that had been dipped in his rich hair fell from his head in a limp state to fall beside her shoulder, a few inches from her fully bared and somewhat blood-stained throat. Her other fell from around his back and came to fall flatly against the curve of her body. The skin tone of her entire state had lost some of its warmth but not all, which is a common feat when losing blood. Although her skin was stained with her fresh blood, the thick substance stopped leaking and the bite marks that were present were both deep and clean. No skin or vein were torn.
Kayla's lips could be heard releasing short harsh breaths of air as her heart fought to keep beating at the same time as trying to replenish the blood that had been taken. Her chest rose up and down to support this physical act.
"Kayla?" spoke the vampire as he kept his sights on his lover's upper form who began the unhurried transformation of becoming a vampire, like her lover and his kind. He waited a few seconds and tried again, "Kayla?"
However, nothing came from the young woman. It seemed that she had lost consciousness at some point of being turned. It was not her fault, nor anyone else's. Armand knew this as it always happens, something to do with the loss of blood and the infection of vampirism when someone is converted. The effort takes it out of them and leaves them in a deep state of what seems to be sleep for many hours. She will not wake for sometime and anyway, he has done what he offered to her. There is nothing more for him to do except get his jacket and leave this room immediately as he does not want to be here any longer in case those hunters and the Professor find him here. If that happens, then his main concern is Kayla.
The vampire rose to full height, gazing at the young woman with his dark eyes before he turned around towards where his leather jacket lay on the ground. Within a flash of his inhuman abilities, he had his jacket on his being, like he did early when he first appeared in this room. He turned back around towards Kayla and approached to stand directly in front of her as she remained unconscious. His eyes became somewhat sad as his guilt for leaving became apparent. "I am sorry, Kayla, that I must now leave you… whilst you are in this state. I have no choice, my love." He whispered to her as he leaned down and with the back of his fingers, he brushed them down in a repeated loving motion against her cheek to comfort her.
Arriving back at Moorville Asylum and Prison.
The Professor and the men assigned to him arrived after hours of being stationed at the residence of Lord Armand, the man who they believe is the vampire that is feeding on people's blood and the one who killed Lady Linda Marbles in a very brutal manner. It had taken them at least some hours in getting there whilst dark and then starting the search of finding the Austrian gentleman. Although they did not find anything, they did manage to cause delay in him getting sanctuary of his home again, such as removing building structure that could provide shade from the sun and placing parts of a specific flower around certain areas that would weaken his senses enough to leave him vulnerable.
Whilst the aristocratic hunters stayed downstairs to grab a glass of whisky and any other alcohol. The Professor made his way towards the staircase that would leave to the upper levels, including the bedroom where Kayla Carolyn is supposed to be asleep in. He did not want to disturb her, only check on her. He would hate himself greatly if anything had happened to her whilst they were elsewhere. He was the only one who made her feel welcomed, unlike the others which he had noticed were just horrible to her. They treated her as if she was nothing, but that would change soon enough. He promised her that at least.
He arrived at the top of the upper level and with one foot in front of the other, he casually approached the first door at the end of the landing and before he could knock on the wood of the door with one half-closed hand; his stomach grumbled as a distinct feel shivered through his aged body. Something was not right, something was off and what, he could not tell. He grasped his hand around the bedroom door knob and turned steadily before forcing it forward with his strength where he saw the reason behind his stomach feeling.
Kayla laid on the edge of the bed with her neck bared and bloodied, whilst herself seemed to be unconscious. She had a thick blanket draped over her front, but the Professor did not have to think on why that was, he knew that she was naked based on part of her nightgown being torn as pieces stuck out from underneath the blanket and why that would be up to Kayla if she ever regained consciousness.
Just beside her was the man who the Professor sought just early in the previous day hours. He was standing there with fresh blood all over the lower part of his face. He had bitten and drank her blood, but whether she fought back or not is unknown until she ever wakes up.
"Oh Kayla, my child, what has happened?" The Professor thought in his sharp mind as he focused his sight from the young woman to the vampire that was now revealed to the mortal man. "Well, we've met the vampire who has been terrorising people in this town now. Lord Armand."
Their assumption was proven right in front of the mortal man. Lord Armand is the very vampire they hunt.
"Professor." Said the Austrian vampire. He would rather flee than stay and fight, if Kayla's life was ever endangered by these mortal fools. However, with her being on the change, she would be protected to some degree at least.
"What have you done to Miss Carolyn?"
"I have not done anything to her that she did not give me permission to do. All I did was taste her sweet blood… and enjoy being the first to touch her. Her moans of pleasure were like sweet music to my ears." The vampire mocked the mortal Professor, but inside himself, he persistently apologised to Kayla for using her as a means to mock them. He just wanted to get his own back on them for hunting him, when he was just looking for means to survive in this country on his own without the rest of his kind. However, he does not regret what he did in the time he shared with her. He did not regret kissing her, making love to her, drinking and turning her at her own request.
The Professor stood there in the doorway, one hand on the doorknob and the other reaching into his jacket to grab his secret weapon. He hoped that what he pulled out would be enough However, it seemed that the vampire was either reading his mind or just knew to take his leave instantly as one moment he was there standing and then the next moment; he was gone in a flash. The only thing to signal that was a breeze that brushed past the mortal man towards the window. The Professor chose to not go to the window, and instead focus his attention on the young woman. She needed help and it was right now.
He hurried to her and leaned down for closer inspection in what state she was. He rested his hands on her bare shoulders and gently shook her. "Miss Carolyn… Kayla, can you hear me? Please respond to me." He could feel that her body heat was lower than it should have been. He prayed that she did not die from this neck injury and would survive. But he could not help thinking what if she was in the process of being turned into a vampire. A blood transfusion would not do anything barring the acceleration in the speed process of the change. There is no cure except death.
The vampire known as 'Lord Armand' darted into the darkness of the town, after having to flee from his enemies whilst abandoning his lover in the process. He needed to seek refuge and since his home was out of bound, he headed elsewhere so he could stay out of the sun.
Next day,
Ashford's manor, Moorville.
Kayla Carolyn stood in front of the large glass doors as she watched through them, with her sapphire eyes. She watched the children of her temporary host playing in the gardens of the substantial estate where her glass doors were positioned. The bite marks on the left side of her neck had stopped bleeding and were just red raw around the edges. The marks would be there for sometime until her transformation into one of the bloodsuckers was completed and then disappear without a trace. Her pastel lavender hair was pushed to one of her shoulders which meant hiding those marks from unwanted eyes. Her skin tone had still lost some of its warmth, though not all as some had returned briefly after a night of good sleep.
Her clothes from the night before, were disposed of by a maid and fresh clothes were provided by the Lady of the house, once she had a hour-long bath to clean herself and relax from the stress that the others were emitting. She could feel it in her bones, through her skin and she wanted to say it was making her sick to her stomach, but that would be a lie. She did not have a bath to wash away the shame of what she did last night; she had no shame of her actions, she did not regret what she did. She had a bath to make herself feel better as she still felt weak from the loss of blood and freshen herself from the reminders of her sexual encounter for the sake of privacy from others. She was in no mood for disgusting comments about her breasts or other bodily parts. However, if she concentrated hard enough she could still feel Armand's touch upon her skin and still smell his scent alongside the aroma of apples and roses.
The Professor sat in the corner of the same bedroom, in a dining chair that faced where Kayla stood. It had been placed against the wall by him so he could see the whole room from that standpoint. He had one leg over the other and in his trousered lap was his notepad with his metal pen. He wore transparent circular glasses on his face, helping to improve his eyesight as it got bad with old age. He had waited until she was ready to answer his question, if she answered them that is.
"Did he force himself upon you, Kayla at any point? Before, during and after feeding on you?"
"No, he did not force himself upon me at all. I gave my consent to him before he made love to me and then bit my neck. I want to do it, it was my choice and I have no regrets, even now." She turned towards the direction of where he sat, which was on her far right and casually walked towards him before stopping a few feat in front of him, with the fingers of her hands enclosed into the separate spaces between each finger.
She wore a creamy white short with long sleeves and a high collar that was completely buttoned all the way down, and took into a waist-hugging, long navy skirt that reached her ankles. To finish off the look she sported a pair of black laced ankle boots with low heels. "As a clear definition of what happened last night between him and me: Armand… did not rape me, he did not forced himself upon me in anyway. I allowed him to be sexual towards me, I initiated it." She had to be very clear because she had people who spread fake gossip around like it was nothing. "I allowed him to bite me because it was my choice." She made sure to make eye contact with the Professor.
"Nevertheless, do you understand what is happening to you now, Kayla? Those marks on your throat? It means that within a matter of the next few days, you will become what he is; drinking the blood of others whilst limited to the darkness, never to touch the sun's rays ever again and there is no cure unless he dies or you do."
"I already know the consequences of becoming a vampire, I am not stupid!"
She knew what would happen at the moment she allowed him to bite her, but she did not care. She wanted to be loved, she wanted to be held. She wanted someone to be there with her so she was not alone in life and if that meant becoming a vampire, then so be it.
Her sapphire eyes seemed to darken and bear right at the mortal man as she opened her mouth to speak what she had on her mind to his questioning. "If that is what is going to happen to me, then so be it."
Kayla turned back around and walked back to where she stood moments ago, where the children of the house were playing. Her sapphire eyes seemed to remain dark, possibly as the infection of vampirism inside her continued to spread slowly in converting from mortal to immortal.
"Oh Kayla, how did you come to feel this way?" The Professor thought to himself as he stared at her for more minutes until he excused himself from her presence. This was not the same woman as from a few nights prior, surely. That woman was always smiling, with a book in her hands and happened to be in the sun's rays. This woman seemed to have become sick of the other so-called 'friends', had no book in her hands and preferred to stay in the house's shadows.
He decided to leave her to her own devices as he went to meet with the others. To decide on what to do with Lord Armand, their vampire.
Three days later.
The aristocratic hunters and the Professor had already left England and travelled across sea to find the vampire lord and end him once and for all, to save Kayla from a bloodsucking fate. She chose to remain behind in Moorville, however; only to enact on her plan to leave town and away from England as soon as possible. She did not want the others to catch on and try to stop her. They did not care about her, they would not hesitate to kill her if they had the open chance to enact it. By the time that they arrive back into this country, she will be long gone and far away without a trace.
Kayla still wore the same clothes from three days prior, although this time with a black Victorian coat that had a collar which provided protection to her throat to some degree, was buttoned by four distinct buttons and the coat's material ended below her knees. It had deep pockets at the front sides' for providing places to hide or carry small items within. She had packed all her stuff into a medical doctors-like black bag of a bigger size. She had packed all her clothes, shoes, a few jewellery pieces, photos, books except for ones that had been stolen from her and traded for thousands of pounds, and all the money she owned.
She left through the glass doors of her temporary bedroom that she left open to whoever and down the staircase that led her through the garden. She did not turn or look back because she did not feel like she had to because this place held nothing for her except a brief place to stay. She listed her head towards the night sky and gazed at the full moon with a smile rising upon her lips.
"I know you are there, Edward. I can hear you." She said without moving her eyes or head from where they were stationed. She could hear his blood pulse through his veins and his heartbeat at a slightly increased pace though that was down to his nervousness.
"How did you know I was here… hear me?" He asked her as he came from behind a thick tree on the left of the staircase that she had come down from.
"I can hear your blood pulsing very strongly through your veins, but don't worry I am not going to feed upon you. I have no intention of doing that. I won't be here any longer than I need to be." She told him, still staring at the night sky and its full moon.
"Where will you go?"
"Anywhere… away from here." She told him honestly.
Edward came to stand directly next to her and looked at her throat which was not covered by her coat's collar. He saw with his green eyes that the bite marks were mostly healed, the only reminders were two small red dots. Her skin tone was pale and her veins, where they appeared more strongly than ever, were tinted grey which must mean that the infection of vampirism had taken hold of her permanently. He did not have to say anything about her bite marks on her bare-sided throat by her vampire lover or the 'infection' that has taken hold of her body, mind and possibly soul.
"I will miss you." He told her.
She turned her sights from the night sky and towards where Edward stood near her. She looked at his freckled face before opening her mouth to reply to his comment. Her eyes bored into his green ones. "No, you won't. Edward, but, thank you for trying to be nice to me."
With that, she turned to begin walking to her right which took her on the stone squared-sized slab pathway to the front of the house and then towards the main gates to the substantial estate that were left open to all visitors. She did not look back or stop, she just carried on walking with her bag in one hand and her other in her pocket.
By the time that Edward ran with all his might towards the front of the estate, he genuinely thought he saw Kayla move at inhuman speed in the vast distance before there was nothing left of her to see as he squinted and blinked his eyes.
"Goodbye, Kayla Carolyn." He whispered silently in his mind and in his heart.
The vampire Armand was already dead by the time that Kayla had already turned into a vampire and it was not hard to think how he died. She felt through her established bond that seemed to be kind of supernatural to an extent that he had taken control of how he was to die by his own hand and not theirs. Although she was not there, she could feel it deep inside her and that there was no mistake, she could have sworn that he said his very last goodbye to her in her dreams before he perished.
"Goodbye, Kayla, my love."
"Goodbye, Armand, my beloved."
The End…
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How is that for a one shot vampire story?
I wrote it on the 02/09/2023 and completed it by the 03/09/2023
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