Onto story stuff, Chapter 6 was my attempt at doing a sort of ‘the villagers get their torches’ scene that you see in all those old horror movies. Don’t know how well I did that but it was fun to write. Now (FINALLY) onto the beginning Drac/Liz date. I say the beginning because it seems Drac and Liz have a lot to say to each other and I want to give you all a little something. Chapter 7
While Maria was busy with the Pod Squad, the limo, which had been decked out with all the amenities from food to entertainment, pulled up to the large castle that hadn’t been there a week ago on the outskirts of town. Liz was in awe of the massive structure, the only time she’d seen a place this big was in magazines or on the Travel Channel.
“This way Princess.” Harold, one of the bodyguards that rode with her, held out his arm for her. Being completely at ease with the older gentleman she looped her hand through his muscular arm.
In the hour she had with him in the limo Liz got information on Dracula that she wouldn’t have been able to get otherwise. Apparently Harold was a close confidant of Dracula’s and had been his close personal friend for over three hundred years. Harold wasn’t a vampire but he was almost an immortal, with the help of Dracula’s blood he was able to age far slower than a human. For him one hundred human years was one for him.
Harold was tall, over 6’5, with dark hair, only a few flecks of gray peppered the dark locks and light eyes made an odd combination. Her new friend was heavily muscled made to kick peoples asses; a mean expression was worn on his face when out in public but once in the privacy a limo or home his face transformed to one of sweetness and caring. When Liz questioned him on his age he affectionately said that he was almost as old as Dracula but just as vigorous.
As Harold led her up the stone steps Liz inquired about something she’d been wondering all day. “Harold, why do you and everyone else call me Princess?” It’s not that she didn’t enjoy that in fact far from it but it rose questions in her mind.
“For all intensive purposes you are royalty, you’re the Prince’s mate and it would be a slight if anyone ignored that. It would be instant death to those in the Vampire Clan’s.” He thoughtfully explained, he could only imagine what she’s going through at a time like this.
Finding out you’re a vampire’s mate, and not just any vampire but the Vampire’s mate. Not only that but now she’s royalty and with a simple look could bring vampires and mortals alike to their deaths. Liz wouldn’t do the killing of course that would be for him (Harold) or another lackey to take care of.
Before the two fast friends make it to the front door a butler opened the double doors simultaneously, he greeted the Princess saying his name was Patrick Skinner and he’s at her service. Once she and Harold enter the castle Patrick shut the door. “Evening your Highness, may I take your coat?”
“Please.” She turned and he slowly took it off fully revealing her dress. Both of the men swallow hard, Elizabeth was dressed in a tight, blood red, come and drink me now dress that had Harold and Patrick clenching their fists to keep from grabbing her. If seeing her in that dress was too much trouble for them to keep from jumping her it would be even more of a challenge for their Master. With her neck bare and exposed doubly with the hairstyle and dress no vampire would want to resist her.
Coughing uncomfortably Harold held out his arm again, waiting for Liz to loop her arm through his. “Right this way Princess.” While Harold led her down the hall to where the Master was eagerly anticipating her arrival Liz took in the extravagant artwork and sculptures.
There were many pictures with naked men and women but they were done in such a way there she didn’t feel awkward while admiring them. The paintings were sensual but not sexual and that made all the difference to her.
Liz breathed in deeply, cleavage rising with each nervous breath. She’s unsure how Dracula…wow, she still couldn’t get over that Dracula wanted her, would react to the dress. Would he hate it, would he love it? Mentally she shook her head; of course he’d love it, he better love it.
The hallway was very dark, there were lights on the walls with 1920’s type fixtures but they were dimmed to give the hall a shadowy feel, anything could be lurking in those patches of darkness. The walls were dark red with black trimming, she smirked, vampires really got into the whole red and black theme.
“Dracula has very specific tastes, especially about his home. He has one room with different colors besides red and black.” Harold explained as if he could hear her thoughts, tapping his hand against hers. “There is one room that the Master loves to sit in because it’s a sky blue with clouds and he can imagine how it is out in the daylight. Has special lighting and everything.”
Harold couldn’t help but admire Elizabeth, she must have heard the many stories about Dracula and the many women that have come in and out of his bed over the centuries, but not once in the hour he had known her had she questioned him on it. As someone who has seen the Master with a variety of women he’d have the inside scoop but she didn’t seem to care at all. The Princess seemed to be the most qualified to be the Master’s Mate.
A smile crept out onto his lips, it’s like Liz was applying for a job. ‘Be the Master’s Mate, the pay is great, fantastic benefits, and the perks are out of this world. Call 555-1111 to set up your appointment.’ Harold peeked over at Liz, she’s breathing deeply and swallowing hard, her hands a little sweaty on his arm.
“Just breathe child. You have already proven yourself to him. Already he has chosen you, even before he knew of your existence.” He tried to reassure her.
“What if I don’t meet up to his expectations? How can he know that I am perfect for him, that I'm his equal?” She questioned as they enter the dining room.
Dracula stood from his chair; “I will answer all your questions my love. Thank you Harold, you may go now.” Drac refused to take his eyes off of Liz, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. “You look wonderful, good enough to eat.” Practically licking his lips as his gaze strayed down the goddess in front of him.
Liz blushed, “I bet you say that to all the girls.” She teased enjoying his seductive gaze traveling up and down her body. He moved slowly and sensually, his whole body flowed easily towards her till he’s standing directly in front of her staring down at her with those emerald green pools that she could get lost in.
Dracula leaned down and licked the fleshy skin of her ear, “No my darling, just you. Only you.” Smooth as silk he whispered to her, he knew exactly how to use his body and his voice to get exactly what he wanted, and he wanted her. His left-hand snaked around her slim waist and gently caressed the thin dress that fit her every curve and slope.
Slowly he released Liz’s body from his own and breathed in deeply, although he didn’t need to breathe it was a human reflex that at times gave him comfort. “You must have questions, please let us sit and I will answer all of them.” Even though he’s only just met her he knew her quest for knowledge and this experience would be no different. In fact he’d be worried if she didn’t have questions for him.
Shyly grinning she allowed him to lead her to a couch that was tucked away in the corner near the roaring fire. He stretched himself out sensually on the sofa; gently he grasped her warm hand and guided her to sit between his outstretched legs.
Nervously Liz licked her lips, she wasn’t sure she could ask questions while she’s pressed so close to him with his fervent bulge between them. Even now her breath was escaping in short shallow spurts, her heart bet a mile a minute, and with him being a vampire she’s one hundred percent positive he could hear every thump in her chest.
With that in the forefront of her mind she decided to ask a question relating to that thought. “H-How well developed are your senses?” His cool hand trailed up and down her bare arm sending a shiver coursing up her spine.
“Very well developed.” Again he nibbled on her ear enjoying the catch of her breath. “For instance, I can hear your heart racing, pounding under your breasts.” His deep and seductive voice teamed with his wondering hand elicited many pleasurable sounds from her mouth. “The scent of your arousal floods my nose like a sweet drug.”
Dracula’s hand roved dangerously close to the area that so wanted his attention again, she only got a taste of his touch last night but it was enough to make her crave it. His wavy hair brushed against her bare neck as he pressed a soft intimate kiss on the smooth column.
“I can practically taste the blood flowing from your veins. That elixir is ambrosia,” tasting it only once was like arriving in Heaven for a brief second only to be ripped out. “It calls to me, every part of your being calls out to me.”
As if fighting his urges to claim her he tightened his hand around her dress, all the while his other hand is lacing together their right hands and bring them around her waist. Breathing had become a difficult task, if he answered all questions like this she wasn’t sure if she’d make it too very many before attacking him and demand he deliver on all the promises his hands and voice made.
Softly he persuaded Liz to continue her questions. “Umm, how old are you? I know you’re not exactly twenty nine,” she teased lightly.
“No, not twenty nine my darling, more like 687 years old.” Dracula chuckled gently Bram Stoker didn’t get it right, the author tended to take liberties where he wanted too. In fact practically the entire book was a fabrication. All he got right was the name and his first love, Mina, but he told the writer he could do whatever pleased, he never would have thought the book would become so popular, let alone have several movies named after him.
“What about stakes and holy water and crosses?” Suddenly her tone changed to one of seriousness and less pleasure. Was she frightened that he would be taken away from her, every part of him demanded he put her fears to rest and let her know he would never leave her?
“My sweet Elizabeth,” He sniffed at her hair enjoying the sweet smell of her shampoo, the silky locks gave off the aroma of a cucumber. “Never will you have to worry of me leaving you, stakes are useless, yes they hurt but put me in the ground with my special dirt and I’ll be good as new. Holy water is far more useless than stakes; it stings but nothing more. And crosses, I’d have to believe in what the cross symbolizes for it to effect me. Do not worry nothing can keep us apart.”
TBC
