Good evening,
I'm sorry that I've been gone for so long. A lot has been going on in my life, so it's been hard focusing on writing.
I decided to partake in Kinktober, though I may not be able to finish it within 31 days - it may exceed October, but whatever.
Prompt: Audience
Pairing: Alucard and Seras
I hope you enjoy this short story.
Oxford Not Brogues
Under the Scope
As Van Helsing descended the stairs of the basement, he considered the ungodly creatures, or experiments, that needed close observation today. As he noticed earlier that night, something rather strange was happening to the two vampires he had in his possession. So very little was still known about vampires and every little thing the Count and his mate did under his observation enticed and simultaneously sickened him. Vampires. What loathsome, despicable monsters. What on God's Earth was he going to learn tonight about these foul creatures? At the bottom of the basement stairs waited a small group of men, one of them being a former student. Van Helsing stopped when reaching the sophisticated men.
"Seward, Holmwood, Harker." He greeted each of the men with a curtly nod.
"Professor," The men returned with a smile and a nod. With that, he stepped past them and continued his way through the basement towards his experiments. The men followed without having to be told.
"How is Mrs. Harker?" Van Helsing asked.
"Better. Much better." Johnathan answered as he fumbled with his top hat. As usual, he seemed anxious at the thought of coming face to face with the monster that terrorized him and his wife. "She's been having nightmares, but she's well." A smile then snuck on his face. "She's currently working on writing a novel about everything that occurred. Of course, it will be labeled as fiction since nobody who is sane will believe such a thing."
"I'll check on her later." Seward promised. "See how she's progressing physically and mentally. Perhaps we can discuss her nightmares."
"I would appreciate that, Doctor." Harker responded with a nod.
"You mentioned earlier that something peculiar was happening to the Count and his mate?" Holmwood brought them back to why they were brought here. "What exactly is happening to them?" He asked with a quirked brow.
"If I'm not mistaken," Van Helsing spoke before glancing over his shoulder at the esquire. "I have theorized that the vampires are going through their own version of being in heat."
"Pardon?" Holmwood exclaimed in disbelief.
"Heat?" Seward repeated.
"As you know, animals often go into heat. Do you know why?" Van Helsing asked the group of learners.
"Reproduction of course, but you couldn't be insinuating that…" Seward was cut off by the professor.
"Precisely, reproduction." Van Helsing confirmed with a nod. "There is a good chance, gentlemen, that the vampires we have in our possession are in fact trying to reproduce." The men continued further down the basement, heading down another set of stairs that would lead them to the largest secret known to man. "As usual, I have the Count and his mate separated, but they're still responding to one another in a physical manner. I believe they can sense one another, even with a strong, thick bricked wall between them. You gentlemen must see it for yourselves. It's really quite remarkable." Coming to a door, the professor pushed it open to reveal a large open area. In the center of the room was an operating table that was still wet from blood from his tests on the Count and his mate earlier in the day. To the side was a table of various medical tools. To the left of the door was a table with notebooks, a phonograph, and a photographic camera. On the far side of the room were two long windows that were at least five feet a part. The windows looked out into two separate rooms.
From where the men stood, they could see their experiments and they were indeed acting odd. In the left window, the men could see the Count in a barren room that was covered in runes that kept him locked in that room. Appearing unfazed by the humans, the vampire stood facing the wall to the right of the window. He stared unblinkingly with his gloved hand pressed against the rough brick. In the right window, the Count's mate could be seen standing in an identical barren room that was covered in runes. Much like her mate, she was standing in front of the wall, this one to the left of her window. She too stared unblinkingly, acting as if the wall wasn't there and the vampires were merely staring into each other's eyes. Her own gloved hand was pressed to the wall, nearly the same level of where the Count's hand was placed. Unlike her male counterpart, the female was breathing kind of hard and her face was flushed. Frequently, the male's nose would twitch before his nostrils would flare.
Seras felt like every inch of herself was inflamed. Desire and lust pumped through her veins, making her entire body sensitive and incredibly needy. She could sense her mate just beyond that wall. The only person in this world who could satisfy that ache between her trembling legs. Focusing on the wall, she could have sworn every now and then she could see Vlad's powerful gaze staring back at her. Was her master using his abilities to make her see him or was she only seeing what she wanted to see? The girl wasn't sure; she was unable to think straight. All she could think about was how much she needed him physically. How long would this feeling last?! She felt like she would die if she didn't feel his touch soon!
"How curious!" She heard one of those foul men, Dr. Seward, speak before he approached the glass. Subconsciously, Seras glanced at him from the corner of her eye.
Ignore those pestilence humans, Seras. Her mate whispered to her in her mind. Entranced from hearing his voice, the little vampire looked longingly back at the wall. She was desperate to see her mate and be in his arms again. Sad being separated from him, tears welled in her large red orbs. Focus on me, my dear. The only world I want to live in is a world with just you and me. Let us be in that world. Don't let them invade. Focus solely on me. Seras did as she was told. Cracking a small smile, the Draculina stared intently ahead of her, as if the wall wasn't there and she was able to stare lovingly into her mate's eyes again.
"I want a full examination of what exactly is happening to their bodies." Van Helsing announced, causing Seras to panic. No, those awful men wanted to examine them some more?! Vlad and her have been trapped here for quite some time. It was hard to say for how long, but if she had to guess she would say perhaps half a year, and each day was like hell. They were constantly being tested and operated on. They were constantly enduring new forms of pain as the men documented every little thing. And what was worse, neither vampire could fight back. The runes bound them to Van Helsing. Whatever order he threw at them, they had to obey or the pain they would be introduced to would make them submit.
From a door near the window, the group of men entered Seras' barren room. All of them had abandoned their coats and hats in the operating room. They were all gloved up and each one holding some type of equipment. The professor was holding a stethoscope, Seward had wheeled in his phonograph to record everything that was being said, Holmwood had the photographic camera, and Harker had a journal and pen for note taking.
"Come forth, monster. We don't have all night." The cruel professor called upon her. Her gloves glowed that awful red, reminding her that she had been given an order and she best obey or something worse will happen.
Don't fight or test them, Seras. Vlad told her, scared of losing her if she were to disobey. He frowned at what he said to her next. Focus on me and don't pay any attention to what they do.
"Monster, come now!" Van Helsing raised his voice. Quickly, before the runes could punish her, Seras turned away from the wall and moved to the center of the room. Submissively and rhythmically, she got down on her knees and sat on the top of her heels. Once the subject was in place, the men started talking as if she were merely an animal that couldn't understand them. Without actually touching her, the professor traced the shape of her face with a single finger. "Yes, up close you can really see how flushed she is. Normally she's more of a snow white kind of pale, but today she has more of a hue, especially in her cheeks. She hasn't fed as of lately. I gave them some blood about two weeks ago, so this hue in her face isn't from fresh blood." As he spoke, Seward used the phonograph while Harker wrote in the journal.
"She's panting heavily." Seward noted for the phonograph recording. The professor rudely grabbed the girl by her face and used a thumb to pull up her upper lip, exposing her teeth.
"Her fangs appear longer than normal." Van Helsing added. To be sure, he pulled a ruler out of his shirt pocket. "On average, her fangs are about eleven millimeters." Putting the ruler close to one of her fangs, he carefully measured. "Currently, they're measuring twelve and a half millimeters." Harker was quick to write this down. "Holmwood," The esquire approached to snap a picture of the monster's teeth.
"Could they be longer due to hunger?" Seward asked.
"Could be," Van Helsing muttered as he continued inspecting her teeth. "They normally grow to be this length when she's hungry. However, she also loses all color and becomes extremely hostile when hungry. As you can see, she's none of those things. She's timid and cooperative, there's color in her face, she's panting very much like a bitch in heat, and notice how her eyes are dilated. No, I believe her teeth enlarging like this is a result of arousal."
"Fascinating," Seward whispered. Letting go of her lip, Seras was able to relax her face for a second before the professor was pulling up one of her eyelids. He then removed an ophthalmoscope from the same pocket he got his ruler from. Looking through his end, he peered into her red colored eyes. Seconds later, he hummed when discovering something.
"Her blood vessels are narrow." The professor announced.
"What does that indicate?" Holmwood asked.
"High blood pressure," Seward answered before his former mentor could.
"High blood pressure? In a bleeding vampire?" Holmwood scoffed.
"Truly astounding," Van Helsing murmured to himself.
"Could it be because we're examining her?" Harker questioned.
"Perhaps," Van Helsing answered after lowering the ophthalmoscope. "But it could be an effect of her arousal."
"She does appear extremely hot and bothered." Holmwood noticed.
"It could be a mixture of the two." Seward considered. "It could be anxiety of us examining her while also experiencing high volumes of arousal." Unexpectedly, the professor shoved a glass thermometer in her mouth. While he waited for it to measure her temperature, he removed the stethoscope from around his neck. Putting the earpieces in, he pressed the stethoscope to her chest.
"Interesting," He muttered as he moved it carefully to a different area on her chest. "Her heart has to be beating twice as hard as it normally does."
"What's the average of her heart rate?" Seward asked.
"Mmm," The professor hummed as he considered it. "I would say about twenty to thirty beats per minute. As of right now, it's racing in her chest, sounding similar to a human's heart." Afterwards, he hung the stethoscope back around his neck before removing the thermometer from her mouth. "A corpse usually emulates the same temperature as it's environment. Since we're in a cold, damp basement, her temperature should measure roughly ten to twelve Celsius as it normally does. However, she's actually measuring thirty-six Celsius."
"She's mimicing the same body heat as a human?" Seward asked in disbelief. "How is that possible?"
"Are you sure that's reading correctly?" Holmwood questioned.
"Blood flow obviously," The professor ignored Holmwood and instead answered his former student's question. "Her heart is working overtime and the blood is rushing through her veins, providing her body the extra heat."
"Remarkable!" Harker exclaimed while he anxiously recorded all of this in his journal.
"I would like to examine the rest of her now." Van Helsing stated. Looking up from his journal, Harker peered at the professor with a look of utter confusion.
"Professor?" The man softly questioned him.
"It's important to get all the evidence, my boy." The professor responded. "We're studying, broadening our search and thoroughly observing, learning more and more about these heathens."
"But…she…" Harker had started but was cut off.
"She?" Van Helsing scoffed. "It," He corrected the young man. "You think a young lady sits before you? No! That face is a ploy! This monster is deceiving you with her looks, trying to lure you into a false sense of security. Remember what she is. A blood thirsty killer who will tear you to shreds the second she gets the chance. Do not feel pity for this loathsome creature. Do not think you owe it a shred of dignity or respect. She is our subject and we are scientists. If you can't look past her deception and record the evidence, then leave." With that, the professor looked back at the girl.
Scared of their intentions and hurt by those words, tears ran down Seras' face even though she knew it wouldn't affect them. The only shred of 'dignity' they had left her with was a white chemise. After being captured, Van Helsing had discarded her beautiful dress her mate had bought her, along with her petticoats, shoes, and even her drawers, leaving her with nothing but a chemise. Did he do it to make her appear less human? Or was he so cruel that he wanted to humiliate her? Or maybe it was easier to experiment and operate on her with fewer clothes that needed removing? Whatever the reason was, she was afraid to lose the last article of clothing that made her feel somewhat normal and gave her some dignity.
The professor knelt down in front of her, grabbed fistfuls of her chemise, and lifted it. Seras sniffed and closed her eyes tightly as the fear consumed her. "Vlad!" She cried out, even though she knew her Count couldn't do anything to save her from their hands or eyes.
I'm here, Draculina. Her mate's voice reached her. Focus on me. Ignore him, my darling.
"The monster is crying for her mate." Seward announced to the phonograph. Despite being entirely exposed to the group of men, Seras was thankful that the professor didn't completely remove her chemise.
"Harker, mark this down." The professor requested as he placed a hand on the Draculina's side. "I had operated on her earlier today and removed her liver, one of her kidneys, and her small intestine. And yet there is no incision line or scar. Her skin is smooth and unblemished as if she hadn't undergone surgery. I'll have to cut her open later to see if those organs have grown back."
"Her nipples are stiff." Van Helsing noted before his eyes trailed down her tight body to look directly at her quim. Unexpectedly, he shoved a gloved hand between her legs, causing the frightened girl to cry out.
"Please, stop!" Seras begged. He was done within a second, gathering the moisture from her arousal on his glove. Leaving from between her legs, he lifted his hand to further inspect the liquid.
"Female vampires can produce their own lubrication like humans." The professor noted. After pulling her chemise back down, his eyes lifted to lock gazes with her. "I demand to know what you are physically feeling, monster. What is happening to you precisely? How often does this happen to you?"
"My mate doesn't know what is happening to her." Vlad's voice sounded through the room, startling the three men behind the professor. "She's still new to the life of a vampire. If you wish to know, I'll tell you. I can answer any remaining questions you have."
"Hmn," Van Helsing hummed as he rose to his full height. "You're being very cooperative, Count. Why?"
"Leave my mate alone. She gave you all the physical evidence you needed." Vlad responded. The professor frowned at the vampire's proposal. While he hated listening to that vampire, he knew that the Count was right. If this girl was new to the life of a vampire, what she is experiencing is completely new to her as well. She wouldn't have the appropriate answers for him, unlike the Count who has been alive longer than any of them. If anyone knew what the Draculina was going through, he would know.
"Very well, vampire. We're done examining your mate. While we examine you, you will answer any questions we may have." The professor demanded. Leaving the female's room, the group of men went straight to Vlad's room. The Count was leaning back against the wall that he shared with his mate's room. His arms were crossed over his chest while he gave each of them a dark look for the examination they had done on his bride. The only possessions he had was a white button up shirt and black pants. Like his mate, they had discarded most of his clothes once becoming their prisoner.
"Come, Count." The professor ordered. "You know the routine at this point." Automatically, Vlad glanced down at the gloves before the runes started to glow a bright red. Sighing through his nose, the male obediently pushed off the wall and approached the men. He'll be cooperative as promised. Just as long as they were done poking and humiliating his poor mate. Like he had been instructed to do in the past, the Count reluctantly got down on his knees, submitting fully.
First, the professor grabbed him by the chin and used a finger to pull up on his upper lip. To Vlad's astonishment, he smelled his mate's strong and alluring scent of arousal on those fingers. Soon, anger followed that sense of surprise and he glowered at the male who touched his mate.
"The Count's fangs are usually twelve millimeters long, but they're currently fifteen millimeters. It seems he is nearly having the same effects his mate is experiencing, minus the heavy panting and flushed skin." Van Helsing noted. "Holmwood," As requested, the esquire snapped a photo of the Count's enlarged fangs. Putting his ruler away, the professor pulled out his ophthalmoscope to peer into the vampire's eyes. "His blood vessels appear normal, meaning he doesn't have high blood pressure like his mate."
"What my mate is feeling is far stronger than what I'm feeling. For her, she feels like she'll die if she doesn't fornicate with me. Every bit of her is on fire and yearning for my shaft." Vlad explained.
"Your mate is going through heat then?" The professor asked for verification.
"Yes," The vampire answered with a nod. "When in heat, the only person who can satisfy my mate and impregnate her is me. Her body will accept my seeds only and kill others' seeds."
"Impregnate?" Harker muttered with a look of horror on his face.
"So, it's possible for vampires to reproduce?" Van Helsing asked with an incredibly foul look on his face. Vlad was hesitant to answer, despite him already saying it was possible for him to impregnate Seras in this state.
"Yes," He answered after a moment. "But it's a rare occurrence. Only those who are mated can reproduce." The professor's brows furrowed together.
"Why?" He questioned.
"Because she was made for me as I was for her. We were meant to be together." The Count explained to the ignorant humans. "You humans only marry people who you feel are compatible with you. Vampires are different. We are capable of feeling each other on a completely different level. It's as if our very souls communicate with each other." Vlad then glanced at the wall, being able to feel his mate just beyond it. "Seras' soul is the only one I've ever felt connected to. She is my everything. I would worship the very ground she walks on. If anything were to happen to her…" Gradually, the Count glanced back up at the humans to give them a dark look. "Humans don't know what love is. It sickens me you'll marry anyone you deign worthy enough…"
"Enough, Count." Van Helsing interrupted as his glare intensified.
"If you love your mate so much, why did you go after Mina?" Harker asked with a scared but fiery look in his eyes. The Count's dark red eyes fixated on the quivering man. Such madness and pure malice swirled in the vampire's hellish eyes. The fury in them was so clear that every human but the professor took a step back.
"You went after my mate, so I went after yours." Vlad snarled, remembering how scared he had found Seras. He had left her at Carfax Abbey, but then those humans broke in and started snooping. They had discovered his mate and attempted to kill her, but she was able to make a narrow escape thankfully. After that, Vlad had completely lost it and went after Mina as payback.
"Enough, monster!" The professor raised his voice. He then shoved a glass thermometer in his mouth to silence the beast altogether. "If she wasn't so important for my study, I would kill her now. But remember, Count, eventually your mate will become obsolete once I've gathered all the info and evidence I need from her. When that day comes, I want you to watch as I drive a stake through her heart." The man watched in amusement when the vampire curled his fingers into tight fists. Grinning, the human laughed. "Of course, we could come to an agreement. I could simply store her away, put her to sleep, instead of kill her." The Count raised a brow. "As long as you pledge your loyalty to me and become completely submissive, I won't bring fatal harm to your mate." Without a second of hesitation, Vlad nodded his head in agreement. Whatever will keep his mate alive, he'll do it. "Excellent. I'm glad we've come to an agreement, Count."
Removing the thermometer from his mouth, Van Helsing looked at it carefully. "Twenty-six Celsius," He noted for the phonograph and notebook. "Not as high as his mate, but still high for him."
"Blood flow as well?" Seward asked.
"If you're asking whether or not I'm aroused, I am." The Count grinned wolfishly. "Or would you gentlemen like to see the physical evidence so you can mark it down in that book of yours?" Each man gave him a look of pure disgust. "No takers? I thought you wanted to study every aspect of us? To get every piece of physical evidence you could? That was your philosophy when you humiliated and undressed my mate. Has your philosophy changed since then?"
"It wasn't an act of pleasure for that ghastly beast! We were documenting evidence to learn more about you despicable creatures!" The professor exclaimed.
"Then document the evidence." The Count demanded. "Prove that when I'm aroused my heart races faster, my blood flows more strongly, and I can get an erection just like a human male." Vlad pushed them further. "I am merely a test subject in your eyes. No more than an animal. Study me then, gentlemen. Study me like you did my mate." Unexpectedly, the Count reached down and unfastened his pants with a swift tug. To their displeasure, he revealed himself to them, showing them his thick, long cock that was standing at attention under their disgusted gazes. "Note that the mere scent of mate causes me to swell. Observe how my head weeps with fluid, like any other man who is overly excited from the thought of their other half. I, too, produce my own lubrication like human males."
"Stop it, you crude monster!" Van Helsing ordered through gritted teeth. "Cover yourself! We've witnessed the evidence!" Obediently, before the gloves could even start to glow, Vlad tucked himself back in his pants and fastened them.
"You stated earlier that your experience is different from your mate's. How is it different, Count?" Seward asked.
"While Seras feels like she's dying, I feel like I'm going mad not being able to have her." The Count answered, further explaining the phenomenon to them. "Her scent is driving me mad."
"What do you mean by that?" Van Helsing asked. "You can actually smell her?"
"Her arousal," The Count elaborated. "When my mate is in heat, she releases these pheromones that elicit every cell in my body. It makes me crave her thrice as much as I normally do." The vampire took a deep breath in through his mouth. "That scent, I can't get enough. It's like my own personal drug; a drug that will affect only me. It's mine. She's mine." The grin then grew on the Count's face.
"How long is a female usually in heat for?" Van Helsing asked.
"For about a week or until I successfully impregnate her." Vlad answered. "My mate is a little under a year old as a vampire. This is her first time being in heat. I attempted to explain it earlier, but she didn't seem to want to believe me." He snickered at his silly mate. The professor was silent for a long minute while he stroked the stubble on his chin and studied the vampire before him. After a moment, he stood up straighter and proposed his idea.
"I want you to fornicate with your mate." Van Helsing spoke clearly. Vlad's eyes widened as he considered all the different reasons of why he would want that. From the room over, he heard his mate gasp, having overheard what the professor said.
"Pardon, Sir?" Holmwood asked with furrowed brows.
"Professor?" Seward also questioned him.
"What if he impregnates her?" Harker asked.
"I believe you have not thoroughly thought this through." Holmwood added.
"I have," Van Helsing responded. "I've made it clear that I want to study these creatures. I want to learn everything I can about them, even their sexual nature."
"And if he gets her pregnant, Sir?" Harker asked, worried about having more undead monsters brought into this world.
"That's what I'm hoping for." The professor admitted. "A young subject. A monster that had never been human. What instincts will it acquire at birth? Will it have fangs? Will it need replenishment from its mother? Does it have healing abilities? What parental instincts will come to light in the Count and his mate? Or will they disown him and slaughter him like how animals kill their own young?"
"You want to run tests on a child? Put it through the same…torture it's parents endure?" Harker asked.
"A child?" Van Helsing scoffed in disapproval. "Stop pitying these creatures, Harker. Remember what the Count did to you in Transylvania. Remember what Mina and Miss. Westenra endured because of him. They are monsters. The thing that will be birthed will also be a monster. I have thought this through, Sir. It will be conceived solely for the purpose of becoming my subject." Harker stared at him for a moment or two, looked at the Count, and then at the other gentlemen around him.
"If that is your choice, Sir, then very well. But I do not care to see them fornicate or be here when you test on their offspring. I will take my leave." Harker announced before handing the note book and pencil to Dr. Seward.
"I do not want to witness this either." Holmwood admitted as he handed the photographic camera over to the professor. Without another word, both men gathered their coats and left.
"And you, John?" Van Helsing asked as he glanced over at his former student.
"The idea of documenting their fornication isn't exactly appealing, Sir, but I am greatly interested in learning more about these beasts, as you are. I intend to stay, Sir." Seward responded.
"Good man," The professor replied with a look of pride and a nod. "I've always admired your dedication to the field of science and the unknown. You're always hungry to learn more, like me." He then glanced down at the phonograph and photographic camera. "Leave the phonograph. I want you to operate the camera. I'll take the journal." The men traded items before glancing back down at the Count. "Follow, vampire."
Seras' heart was beating so hard in her chest from the thought of them watching and documenting such an incredibly intimate moment. She didn't want a bloody audience! How humiliating! Unfortunately, they didn't really have a choice in the matter and every inch of her was still burning with raw lust. She starved for her mate's body, needing it to relinquish this horrid ache inside of her. She panted heavily, feeling suffocated from how hot she felt. Seras looked up when Seward and the professor entered her room. She looked from one man to the other until a third person entered. Her eyes flickered to the doorway to see the man she was expecting but was still shocked and enthralled to see.
Ever since they were brought to this place of terror and pain, Seras and Vlad hardly saw each other. The only time they were able was when they could watch from their room as their other half was being tested or operated on. Finally, after six long months, Seras and Vlad were in the same room as each other. With this in mind, Seras sprang up off the floor and ran straight to her mate. Equally happy to see her, Vlad wrapped his arms around his little blonde and pulled every bit of her up against him. Her thin arms wrapped tightly around his waist, nearly crushing him to her, but he didn't mind. She buried her face in his chest and purred so loudly while tears slipped down her cheeks and stained his shirt. He nuzzled her hair and placed kisses on her forehead, doing his best to soothe and assure her that he was there with her.
"Interesting," Van Helsing murmured as he started writing in his journal. "You stated that without your touch, she feels like she's dying. You also claimed that her scent is driving you mad. Yet, neither of you are immediately acting on your sexual desires." Vlad lifted his gaze to pierce the professor with a dark look.
"Under other circumstances, when in heat, we would lose ourselves; act purely on instinct and fuck like animals. However, since we've been under your care, we've been separated, tortured, starved, nearly killed over and over again…" The Count trailed off for a moment as his arms tightened around his trembling mate. "The trauma is keeping us from acting on our immediate instinct of being in proximity to each other. You unwittingly changed our hardwiring from needing each other's bodies to needing to comfort our other half."
"Hmn," Van Helsing hummed as he considered the two vampires. "Perhaps prior to her next heat cycle, I will allow the vampires to share a room."
"I see!" Seward exclaimed. "They can receive the comfort they need ahead of time so when she goes into heat they can act on their usual, immediate instinct."
"Correct," The professor replied with a nod and a grin at how brilliant his student was. Vlad only glowered at them. Why should he expect either of these men of science to actually think about what he said and be more empathetic? No, instead he got them considering how they could perfect their study. "That is quite enough comfort. Fornicate now, monsters."
"It's not fornicating!" Seras became rightfully angry. She subconsciously dug her nails into her mate's back, acting on her rage. "Vlad and I are mated!"
"You are not married in the eyes of God, monster!" Van Helsing raised his voice at her. "You are purely delusional if you think your relationship is validated as a marriage in any way! What you two do is fornicate! It's extramarital sex! What else would be expected of heathens?! Now, do as you were ordered!" Slowly, Vlad and Seras looked at each other. Using his thumb, her mate cleaned away her tears before stroking her cheek.
"It's alright," The Count whispered to his bride.
Ignore them. Focus on me. Vlad whispered into the depths of her mind. He then leaned down to place a tender kiss on her lips, hoping to further ease her. We're in our own little world. Just you and me. Closing her eyes tightly, Seras kissed Vlad back passionately while she chanted his words repeatedly in her head.
Just you and me. Nobody else. We're alone. She recited back to him.
You and me. Vlad continued to whisper as he gingerly pushed her back against the wall. Remember our first night of intimacy? Go back to that night, Seras. Remember those feelings and how safe you felt with me. Remember our love. Remember the warmth of the room, the softness of the mattress, and how the pleasure consumed you.
I loved that night. Seras responded. He could feel her muscles relaxing slowly.
I kissed you just like this. Vlad attempted to further ease her.
I want to recreate that night. I want to go back to it. His mate practically pleaded while she kissed him even harder. Smoothly, the Count lifted his bride off of her feet to prop her up against the wall. She automatically wrapped her legs around his waist. Cupping his face, she shifted her head to deepen their fiery kiss. Her stomach was starting to become one giant knot while her heart raced. She could feel the excitement in her veins as she ignored everything else in the room but her mate.
"I love you," She whispered against his lips before kissing him heatedly again.
I love you. Vlad reminded her. The little vampire could feel his hard bulge digging into the skirt of her chemise to press against her vulva. Eager for him, Seras moaned deeply into his mouth as she instinctively moved her hips to grind against him.
Vlad, She whined. I need you. This feeling is agonizing, love.
I know, The Count whispered, wishing that they could experience this phenomenon away from this room and these doctors. If they had never been captured, if Seras fell into heat, it would have been such a spectacular and memorable moment for them both. He would've happily satisfied all of his bride's needs and even hoped that she got pregnant. But now, all he could think about was how much he wanted, needed, to be away from her. Not because he didn't love her, but because of these damn scientists who were hoping she would end up pregnant. Whatever will he do if she does end up pregnant? They couldn't let that child endure the same pain and torture they go through every single day. That would be sure to kill Seras hearing her baby cry in agony as it did him whenever he heard his mate scream and cry in pain. Would he…prevent the pregnancy from…progressing then? Would Seras ever forgive him if he were to give her a swift, hard punch to the stomach? Or would she agree that would be for the best? Would he even have the heart to suggest such a thing to her? Or would he be a coward and just let the pregnancy happen?
Vlad, Seras called out for him again. At the moment, Vlad decided not to worry about anything else and took solace at the fact that his mate was doing well pretending it was just the two of them. Reaching between them, the Count unfastened his pants, allowing his cock to pop free. He then used both hands to readjust the skirt of her chemise so it wouldn't get in his way, but also so no wandering eyes could see her naked flesh. Once all was secure, he reached under her skirt to grab ahold of his cock. He felt a surge of excitement from his bride when she felt the tip of his cock nudge her hot, wet folds. With ease, Vlad slipped his head in and, as usual, his good girl took him well. Planting his hands on either side of her head, her mate pushed his hips forward to slide the rest of his cock into her soaked channel. Seras gave a sexy, breathy moan when feeling him deep inside of her.
Vlad, She moaned. Fuck me. Vlad's eyes widened from the vulgar word she used. It wasn't long when amusement seeped into his gaze and he laughed in her mouth.
That's no way for a lady to speak. He playfully chastised her. Say it again.
Fuck me. Seras begged so beautifully while she needfully shifted her hips to encourage him to move. Please. Make me feel good. Show me how much you've missed me.
Too easy, Vlad thought to himself. To show her how much he missed her, the Count started to thrust fast, deep, and hard into his mate, instantly making her weak in the knees. The cute, little blonde whined her pleasure as she was fucked up against the cold and rough brick wall. But, honestly, she hardly noticed the texture or discomfort of the wall since all she could envision was the night they did it for the first time. All she could imagine was that warm, soft bed with her mate's hot, strong body on top of her, making her feel secure and loved. She didn't have to focus hard to pretend she was reliving that night all over again.
You and me, Seras repeated the words he spoke before. This is our world. Just us. Nobody else. Vlad, Unable to kiss him as passionately because of the hard fucking, his mate panted heavily and moaned against his lips. Cracking open her eyes a little, she stared deep into his. I love you more than life itself. Whatever the future may hold for us, I'm with you. I'll be with you until the very end. I promise.
I love you, Seras Victoria. Vlad purred with a genuine smile of warmth and love. If we were never captured, I would want you by my side for all of eternity. But this is not the life I wanted for you. I don't want to see you suffer every single day forever.
It won't be forever. Seras quickly assured him. Just until the end of his life, which will probably be soon given how old he looks.
I can't stand to hear your screams. Vlad continued as if she hadn't spoken. I can't take another day of watching that human run tests and operate on you.
It's not forever. Seras repeated.
I can't stand the thought of you being taken from me. He knows how much you mean to me. He keeps threatening to kill you to keep me in line. The Count proceeded. His mate fully cupped his face, forcing him to focus on her and be present in the moment.
It's not forever. She repeated for the third time. This is just a small chapter in our very long life. It'll be over before we know it. We just have to endure and live. While she continued to pant and moan, she cracked a small smile. It's just you and me in our own little world. Focus on me, Vlad. Focus only on me. It's just us. Surprisingly, being reminded of their own little world did help ease the old monster. Bolting down, Vlad kissed her tenderly and lovingly. She was his whole world. If his world died, he wouldn't be able to survive. Wanting to drive that thought out of his head, he fucked his bride faster.
"Vlad!" Seras exclaimed when the pace quickened. Her hot breath wafted over his lips that were ready to take hers in another heated kiss.
Bite me, Seras. Vlad ordered gently. You haven't eaten in weeks. Replenish yourself.
Only if you drink my blood! Seras, his stubborn bride, attempted to negotiate with him. You need sustenance too!
Seras, I'm older than you are. I can last longer without blood. I'll be fine, my dear. The Count responded.
No! His defiant mate exclaimed. I'm not drinking your blood unless you drink mine! He smiled against her lips.
I love you so god damn much. He chuckled in amusement, loving how fiery and stubborn she was, even now after everything they've been through.
"What are you laughing at?" Van Helsing brought the vampires out of the moment. Their world was shattered as they were brought back to the present. The panting, nearly disoriented girl lazily glanced over at the professor and doctor to give them a withering glare for interrupting. "You're both using telepathy again, aren't you?" Anger simmered in the human's eyes. "What would you two be discussing?" Their gloves begun to glow, warning them to fall in line before the pain will come. Not wanting his bride to endure any more pain, especially because of him, Vlad spoke up.
"I offered my blood to her but she refused." The Count answered. Showing that he was telling the truth, the gloves ceased their glowing.
"Is it custom for vampires to offer their blood to one another?" Seward inquired.
"It gets us off." Vlad replied with a large toothy grin. Sickened by that response, the doctor made a face of revulsion while the professor only glowered at the monster.
"Is it required for you to actually finish?" Van Helsing asked.
"No." Vlad answered. "It's a form of intimacy for us. It stirs up excitement and arousal in us. For mates, it connects them; makes them feel whole."
"If it's not required then I don't want you doing it." The professor waved him off as the look in his eyes darkened. "Just finish monster, so we can be done with this."
"Are you disallowing my mate to come with me?" The Count asked as the smile disappeared from his lips. His dark red eyes narrowed on the man.
"Her orgasm is unneeded. It's your orgasm that matters for the test to be successful. Don't question me again, monster." Van Helsing growled. Ignoring him completely, Vlad looked back at his bride. Bringing one of his hands to his face, he bit the tip of his glove and pulled it off, revealing a pale hand with scars that matched the runes on the gloves. He then shoved his bare hand beneath her skirt and pressed a finger to her clit. Seras quivered and her legs shook around his waist as the sensitivity became too much.
"Vlad!" She choked on his name as she breathed heavily. Her eyes were glazed over with pleasure. She stared deep into her mate's eyes, losing herself in that sea of blood red. It wasn't long before she was arching into her Count and was coming hard around his dick. "Vl-ad!" She cried out while tears escaped from the corner of her eyes. He didn't stop. As he continued to thrust up deep and fast inside of her, he rubbed her pearl fiercely, making her putty in his hands. "God! Vlad!" Unable to hold up her own head, it dropped back to rest against the wall. Her lovely chest heaved up and down with every harsh breath.
"I…love…you." She panted before she was coming again. Gritting her teeth, she muffled her moan and closed her eyes tightly. He felt her body shake as her walls wrapped tighter around his dick. Gritting his teeth too, the Count wasn't able to hold back a second longer. With a deep, animalistic snarl Vlad came inside of his mate. His seeds flooded her channel, mostly filling her but some spilled out of her as he continued to thrust wildly, aching for another orgasm.
"Enough, you monsters." Van Helsing ordered in a growl. "You've planted your seeds. That's all I needed. Now part." Forced to stop, both monsters panted heavily as Vlad stopped thrusting into her and rubbing her pearl. Having to obey the human's every command, the Count was forced to set his bride down on her feet before taking several steps back away from her. Even as the professor and doctor talked on, it became background noise for Vlad and Seras who were unable to look away from one another. Still panting and breathing heavily, the vampires stared at each other, losing themselves in their other half's eyes.
Whatever may happen, Seras, I'm here. I'm always here. Even when you can't see me or hold me. You can still feel me, my soul and presence. Vlad reminded her in hope to bring her some form of comfort.
And we have our telepathy. At least that gives us some privacy. Seras added with a smile. The Count returned her smile with a grin.
Yes, He agreed. If you ever need to escape this reality, remember our little world, where it can be just you and me. Whatever pains you may endure, new or old, I hope our world can dull it. Slowly, the smile fell from Seras' lips when it dawned on her of the new pains she may experience if…she ends up pregnant. Fully understanding that this is what Vlad meant, the two vampires looked at each other in defeat.
The End
I'll post the next story tomorrow. The next prompt is: begging.
