Exhaustion sought to plague my bodily features, distributing a potent gesture of throbbing muscles, a beleaguered cranium, and most supreme of all concentrated eyes frantic for slumber arranged relief. The proceedings which transpired throughout the entirety of the evening had finally fatigued my demeanor. I slunk toward the comfort, toward the welcoming, of my contented mattress, which seemed to be unyielding calling to me, urging me down the corridor to my abode. Down the hall, and curving the corner I traveled to blind by exhaustion to pay attention to the howling of the living room television, which my grandmother accidently left on after her premature departure toward her quarters. The trepidation of the demons that plagued my dreams, which afflicted my slumber, no longer bothered me, all I longed for was drifting to the darkness of unconsciousness, drift into the sea of dreams.
My mattress came into sight as I supplely turned back the ebony covers, and soothingly nestled against the blanket, sighing delicately at the extraordinary creature I had the privilege of encountering this evening. My eyes grew heavier, as I lay there snuggled against the welcoming blanket, and ultimately I drifted into slumber, into unconsciousness.
Darkness surrounded me, the unwelcomed despicable demonic laugh of my tormentor surrounding me. Sobs of desperation, pleas of agony, filling my lungs, for I knew what lie ahead, unadulterated molestation of my spiritual essence. The vile creatures figure hovered over my helpless body, the wretched echoing laughs filling my ears. His inhuman serpent like tongue licked its way downward on my cheek, leaving stinging sticky goo on my pale cheek. I cried helplessly, begging for relief, for any sign of assistance, with none approaching.
“Help me, someone, please!” I begged but my voice was so meaningless, so faint that even if someone was there they could not comprehend the speech.
The demon’s lips moved against the side of my cheek, leaving their unholy stamp on my features, and with a primitive lusty growl of anticipation, he approached my ear. “You continuously cry, and you should no better by now, woman…” He trailed off biting down hard on my ear making me cry out again. “…No one can, or will be able to help you…you’re mine! Mine to toy with, mine to own, my own personal play thing…that you’ll always remain…because someone don’t have control of their powers…” He chuckled, deeply, demonically.
I whimpered humanly, because I knew exactly how helpless I was, this was a permanent torture, a continuing event that transpired each and every night. This despicable tyrant of a demon, molested me, tortured me with no sign of remorse. Damn this creature, damn him to the bloody abyss of Hell! His grotesquely freezing fingers moved along the skin of my back, scratching the material of my gown, until it was nothing but shreds of fabric. I closed my eyes, and bit down on my lip knowing what was coming next, and prepared myself for the unwelcomed invasion.
His inhumanly cold figure was pressed against the bare flesh of my backside, as he forced himself into me, invaded me, with a moan of hellish satisfaction. I could witness every inch of the invasion, every bit of the grotesque feel of his genitals within me. My depressive tears of my aching pleas, my helpless sadness staining the mattress because this monster had only just begun his torture. My back stung intensely with the feel of his potent claws digging into my flesh, the blood of my body running down the length of it, and his serpent tongue licking the remains of it away hungrily, as his hideously unwelcomed figure pounded against me, relentless to satisfy his demonic needs, his malevolent intentions.
My fingers dug into the pillow, and his flakey fingers wrapped around mine, cracking their length, breaking my palm, just for the mere purpose to make me cry out again. It worked! I screamed at the top of my lungs because of the intense unimaginable pain, of having my palm crushed. “Please…don’t continue this…I’ll do anything…just stop hurting me!” I begged in my pleading but faint voice.
He laughed despicably, malevolently. “...But oh, woman, I’ve only started with my enjoyment…hearing you cry out so desperately is so…” He trailed off moaning in his disgusting way. “…Pleasurable…I’ve not heard a plea like yours in a very long time…you can’t expect me to give that up...” With detesting murmur of that, his fingers moved up and snapped my arm breaking the bone completely into, and successfully making me scream with hurting.
Damn this demon, damn my mortality, damn the whole thing! I purposely bit down on my bottom lip praying that the self inflicted agony would pull me into consciousness.
It worked, with a desperate conscious scream of horror I was jolted from the dream torment and ended up in the conscious realm, in a cold sweat, my heart beating with terror, with torture. The nightmare was over, until I fell asleep again.
“Thank god…” I murmured.
I turned to click the lamp next to the bed on, the luminous light lighting the room, and immediately afterwards I heard that familiar terrifying laughter of that wretched b*****d of a demon, only it was not a dream! In the corner of my room right in the center of the door way was the horrific figure of my tormentor, only more frightening, and powerful in reality.
His enormously scary figure was cloaked in a hooded cape, revealing his luminous crimson eyes, and the hood fell from his face to reveal a pair of reptilian, crimson eyes, and a set of deadly intoxicating teeth, and corpse looking skin. That hideous laugh gave him away, but how can he be physically here? I fiercely shook my cranium to see if I was still dreaming, as his fierce figured approached me. I even bit down on my lips so hard that it brought the sweet taste of my blood to the surface. It stung fiercely, and more frightening it proved I was conscious!
“No! You can’t be here…please, be a dream, please!” I begged, sobbing in horror, because if he were real I would be physical raped, tortured beyond imagination.
He laughed in his echoing wretchedly inhuman way. “You’re not that lucky…I’m real, and this time, you’ll not get away! You’ll die before you escape me again…” He grinned malevolently, pouncing toward my body, and his inhuman strength knocked the breath out of me, as my body crashed violently against the wood of my headboard.
I cried out, in agony, and in unadulterated actual pain. His monstrous palm wrapped around my throat, squeezing hard enough that no scream, not a sound could escape except guttural gasps for air, my throat hurt so much, an intense burning sensation surged through my body, and to my horror blood ran down the length of my chin escaping from the confines of my throat. He laughed wretchedly amused at how easily I had been silenced, how easily my throat had been crushed.
“You’ll not scream until I want you to, woman…” He hissed. “…If you open your mouth again, I’ll permanently crush your throat!”
His claws dug deep gashing in the side of my neck, and tears rolled down my cheeks at the unbearable torment, and bit down on my lip harder, to silence my screams before they became coherent. I trembled with fright, knowing that this was the beginning of earthy Hell! He would never discontinue his torture until I was a lifeless corpse and even then he would violate my body.
I am going to die, slowly, painfully, by the hand of this monstrous villain…I sobbed within my intellect.
His serpent tongue swept across my chin, licking the blood away, before it invaded the moist darkness of my orifice, and afterwards his disgusting lips soon followed. It left a bile taste in my mouth, something so wretched tasting it had no description. I knew better than to object, to vomit or worse, because that would bring about more torment, so all I could do was surrender to the kiss, allowing him to violate my mouth with his unholy tongue, and saliva. Tears descended down the length of my cheek, stinging down the length of each side. I could feel his tongue worm its way around the inside of my mouth, sarcastically toying with my tongue as if he were a lover, just to cause me even more emotional and mental torment.
He pressed his body against me, pushing his disgusting lower body against my side, and I sobbed quietly because I knew my innocence would be taken away by this wretched monster, and I was helpless to stop it! My virginity would be taken from me, forcibly, by this b*****d! So much for my dreams of true romance, so much for the hope for happiness and a better future, so much for life! His lips ate away at mine fiercely, violently, his teeth tearing away at the flesh of my lips, bringing the blood to please his demonic hunger, and intense burning sensation pulsing through my body. His other hand groped my gown cloaked chest, relentlessly, as his mouth violently continuing its ravenous destruction of my lips. I trembled as his hand marched its way down the length of my torso heading for my lower reigns, and the tears of my sadness and pain still traveled down the length of cheeks.
“I’d forgotten that I’m the human realm, we must go somewhere where none of your daring parents can take you from me…” He chuckled demonically, telekinetically opening my bedroom window, before lifting me with my throat off the bed, ripping the gown from my body, leaving my bare flesh for his vile features to gaze at, the only piece that survived the destruction was the piece of material around my neck.
He took off into the cool night sky, the freezing January air plaguing my naked body. He held me like a hanging victim, like a rag doll, in the air, my feet dangling helplessly as we ascended the star blanketed sky, foot by foot, meter by meter, the height toward the ground grew and I was scared, terrified that he would drop me, breaking my bones, instantly from the impact to allow the molestation easier for him.
I sobbed desperately. “P-Please don’t drop me…!” I whispered, struggling for breath. “I-I won’t fight, I-I swear, just don’t drop me!” To my horror his grip on my throat tightened making me gutturally gasp for air.
“Shut up, wench! I’m not going to drop you, what fun would a lifeless body be?” He growled fiercely toward me. “If you open your mouth again, I’ll violate you so deeply, so destructively; you’ll no longer feel anything I do to you, because you’ll be too scarred to feel it! You’ll say what I want you to say, do what I want you to do, or torture will be the least of your agony!”
Birds flew past us in horror, terrified of something approaching, cawing in terror, signaling something powerful. Suddenly an inhuman roar, supreme and unreservedly furious, similar to an irate lion howled from the distance, and after a moment the demon screamed shockingly in agony, getting knocked backwards, bumping me loose from his grasp. I hollered in horror because I was plummeting toward the hard unforgiving earth. My hair was violently smashing into my face as butterflies swam in my stomach, because of the rollercoaster favoring sensation. The pain of my injured throat burned with the intensity of the fires of hell. Thankfully a soft protective net of arms, wrapped my bare body silencing my plummet toward bereavement, two strong muscled arms locked around my waist, in a surprisingly tender movement. I maneuvered my body in the direction of what held me to discover an impossible culprit.
His unmistakable face was pristine in feature; the skin of him as pallor as pure snow, and so perfect not a single imperfection was to be found on the entirety of his being. The jaw of him appeared as cunning as a ferocious lion’s jaw; being lengthy and the slender ending point of a chin made for an undeniably forbidden appearance to his one-of-a-kind countenance. His cheek bones were seductively broad, giving him a more elegant form. Black as ebony was the hue of his silk locks. I noticed the straightness of his hair shown by a Victorian style loose ponytail that draped around his neck, and dangled next to his pectoral muscle. His eyes were the most alluring hue, polychromatic, almost every color imaginable lie luminescent in his godlike irises, supreme with power, and intensely seductive. His bursting lips were a darker shade than a human, making him a more outlawed wanton figure.
A golden circlet caught my attention, the enormous tear drop shaped ruby luminous with power, and dominance. The figures of two fierce dragons appeared next to the ruby, clutching it in their powerful claws. Celtic markings were present in the design of the circlet that lay upon his noble brow. Extraordinarily the design reminded me of my companion Raphael’s ring.
My shocked eyes drifted down the length of his pristine body to discover pure perfection. His body’s elegant figure was inhumanly toned, unimaginably faultless. He sported a pristine ivory linen Romantic era shirt; the sleeves of the shirt were tight against his muscled biceps, yet draped loosely on his forearms, that were clutching me in their welcomed grasp. Once the shirt reached his wrist, it was ruffled against is wrists, making a wavy pattern, I could coheir this because their lightness gently caressing my sensitive backside. There was a crimson cummerbund that enclosed his shirt, yet showed some of his sculpted muscled chest.
The pants that he wore black cotton trousers, which were tight against his thighs. The boots he wore were mahogany tan leather, and were knee high. They made most of the pant legs disappear within the boots, at least up to his knees. His feet delicately hovered in the air, by some mystical force, and his hooded ebony cape swept violently against the wind. I comprehended exactly who this elegant being was.
Dracula. My damaged lips hung down in pure shock, and I tried to say something but pain shot throughout the entirety of my throat, making me cry out with agony. His countenance took on a suffered appearance, as if he were stabbed with something to cause him physical agony, only no corporeal culprit was to blame. It appeared as if he were hurt by my pain. His arms drew me toward him as we slowly descended toward the ground, until I shockingly blushed at the sight of my naked body, snuggled warmly against his proud figure. I sobbed, quietly, thankful to be rescued and more thankful that he existed.
“Do not compel yourself to speak, my darling. The twinge is indescribable, obstinate; I perceive it from empathy…” His seductively baritone Romanian dialect was full of remorse, and a solitary cherry tear journeyed down the length of his cheek. “If merely I would have disembarked earlier to salvage you from the unjustifiable hurting, the descriptions in your magnificent intelligence divulge exactly what despicable, unsightly measures that grotesque tormenter did to you, and I clutch the solitary responsibility! If not for my belated influx, you would not have suffered this unwarranted torture, by that monster! My transgression is inexcusable, appalling, but I implore you, love, nothing shall ever damage you again…!” The pained expression was even more supreme on his debonair features.
Trembling from the freezing temperatures and smoldering sensations in my throat I instinctively encouraged my hand toward his unmatched features, cradling his pallor cheek in my hand, the intense welcome inhuman arctic flesh, spreading a wildfire of comfort down the length of my body, caressing his cheek with my thumb. I comforted his pain the only way I could think of, despite his concern for mine, but to see that tormented expression on his inhumanly gorgeous face made me quiver with agony, and scream inside.
I struggled to speak. “Y-You’re real…t-that’s…a-all…that…matters… to…me.” I murmured in my pathetically weak voice. “I-I’d…be dead…if…it weren’t…for…you…”
I noticed a growl in the distance, furious, and vengeful. It was that b*****d of a demon, approaching at an inhuman speed. Dracula comprehend the sounds, and gently we neared the ground, and the supplely he untied his cape in a loving gesture wrapped it around my body, warming my deathly coldness, and he sat me gently on the roof of my trailer. The demon was right behind him, and held a dark aura from his claws. I was desperate not wanting Dracula harmed in anyway, and somehow that gave me an inhuman voice.
“Dracula, he’s behind you!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, but instantly after the phrase left my lips the intense pain returned, and I clutched my throat, howling with pain.
I blinked and just as the demon was mere inches from wounding the Dark Lord, Dracula was the opposite direction in an inhuman movement, grabbing the hideous palm of the demon, stopping him in his tracks. I stared in shock because that movement I did not even register, it was so swift, so inhuman, not a demon could match it. The demon hissed like a reptile, at the shocking display of true power. I could concur that the appearance on Dracula’s pristine inhuman features was unpolluted abhorrence, and above all pure unadulterated fury! A rage beyond imagination and his ivory weapons were bared toward the beast of a demon, revealing both the larger canine set, and the short still just as deadly second set, settled just beside the originals.
“Attacking an adversary from behind is a pathetic desperate maneuver, you inferior vermin!” Dracula hissed inhumanly, the surprisingly heavenly sound echoing through the night sky.
The demon laughed demonically at the words, to my horror he grabbed the Dark Master by his throat similar to the maneuver used on me. I cringed at the sight, and tears came to my eyes, realizing that Dracula could get hurt. The demon’s grip sickeningly grew tighter, until the unrivaled blood of the Dark Lord traveled down his throat, staining his shirt. Shockingly Dracula did not move, did not signify a physical torment, as if the maneuver did not affect him. I witnessed his eyes leave the demon for a moment, noticing the frightened appearance of my features, and the pure tears stream down my cheeks.
“You’re all talk Vampyre king! Weakness is your reality!” He chuckled sickeningly.
Dracula’s plump lips curved upwards in an almost sadistic smirk, revealing one side of his deadly weapons. The demon cried out in agony because his palm that was wrapped around The Dark Lord’s throat caught fire and started to disintegrate. The Dark Lord landed a punch in the center of his chest, denting his chest bone, and sending him flying backwards higher in the air. Dracula growled, inhumanly, fiercely, favoring a angry jaguar, launching himself toward the demon, determined to cause him suffering, and I noticed the wounds on Dracula’s neck still bleed profusely, and I cried even more because of his blood dripping toward the earth.
“You know nothing about factual supremacy, about accurate preeminence! You are naught but a repulsive maggoty insect of a demon! By no means shall you ever be anything more that…” Dracula’s voice grew inhumanly deep, more impressively demonic with each breath. “You result to distressing a guiltless being, one whose majesty is beyond identification! The offense of disturbing, my ordained lover, your chastisement, shall be so horrifying that the Dark God himself would tremor at the sight of!”
The demon cackled in amusement at the phrases regenerating at the murmurs of the Dark Lord. His body had healed, by some sort of foul magic. “…your interest in my toy…is amusing…you love her…that makes everything…I’m going to do to her…even more satisfying…” The fiend slammed into the Dark Master, and to my horror Dracula’s figure was forced downward toward the unforgiving earth, with the demon clutching his throat again.
I screamed as the impact of Dracula’s body contacted with the earth, causing a massive crater in the center of my field. He was risking his life for a wretch like me, why? I was nothing, not worthy of his chivalry. Dracula hissed at the phrase the disgusting parasite uttered, still somehow not phased by the blast. The demon’s claws deeply gashed the side of his neck, and I sobbed even more. The Dark Master’s claws buried there way inward toward the heart of the demon.
“…I’m going to fully enjoy…having my way with your pet…please myself…take her innocence…in the most torturous way I can muster…and I’m going to make you watch every second of it…before I kill you! You’ll hear her pleas, her whines for your help…her screams of agony…Hell, I might make her feel…pleasure…make her moan, and quiver with pleasure….that she can’t control…just for the thoughts to register in your mind…that you’re not giving her pleasure…I am…and just as soon as you can bare no more…I’ll satisfy my yearning…relentlessly…ungodly...leaving my seed within her…”
I quivered with torment at the phrases, and cried out with agony. I had to prevent this! Dracula did not merit a near death incident because of me! A worthless human like me was not worth saving! Even though I knew that Dracula would eventual win, his injures would be my fault, and I could not bare that. I jumped off the roof, landing on the stiff earth with a winch, because I landed on my back. The cape wrapped around my bare body as I type of dress, as I scamper hurriedly toward the two battling demons, limping from a wounded leg.
“Demon…” I clutched my throat because of the burning sensation, edging closer to them. Dracula’s expression turned horrified gazing upwards at me, knowing what I was about to do. “I’ll…” I struggled to force the words out. “…Give myself to you...I’ll go willingly…” My expression turned the utmost depressed, because the next sentence left a disgusting taste in my mouth. “…I’ll do whatever you…please you…satisfy you…whenever you…want…but please…don’t hurt Dracula…I’ll become your…sex slave!” I almost screamed from agony at the phrase, my face so pained, and agonized that tears blurred my vision. “…just…release…Dracula…”
Dracula’s expression was agonized, because he understood exactly what emotions I was feeling. He struggled to break free, desperate beyond imagination, as a glowing ebony chain wrapped around his throat, and arms, shackling him to the ground, like an imprisoned animal. The demon’s face turned sadistic and disgusting pleased at my response. I quivered violently as the hideous figure hovered near me, and I prepared for whatever he had in store for me, I would rather him torture me than hurt Dracula, even the slightest bit.
The demon walked behind me, until his vile body was pressed against my backside. His tongue licked its way down my cheek, leaving the stinging goo in its place, worming its way into my ear slithering leaving his disgusting saliva in my ear. He chuckled demonically, sadistically.
“You’ll do anything…for his freedom…but I’d rather make him watch…as I claim you…own you…you’ll be mine…forever…while he watches, I’ll take you!!” He trailed off running his palm down my chest, groping me, and moved further downward toward my delicate regions.
Dracula screamed in a inhuman way, running to the end of the chains, still pulling until they cut into his throat. His teeth bared, furiously, demonically, his bright eyes turning a fiery crimson, as the chains started to budge. The demons ungodly fingers, wormed downward still until they invaded me, and I struggled to stand, struggled to breath because of the tears, and I cringed as the demon moaned with the feeling of my soft insides.
“Goddamn you to the abyss of hell! You pathetic monster…” Dracula cried out from unadulterated suffering having to watch this occur, but soon his expression turned oddly calm, something inside him clicked. “…I release you...from the binds which have held you for two thousand centuries…from the darkness within me…come forth…true darkness…come forth…untamed chaos….I release you…my demon!”
His eyes closed, and a fierce wind favoring aura whipped around him, striking the earth with its power. The demon quivered with trepidation at its sheer power. Black orbs of light gathered around Dracula’s back and a gigantic set of black feathered wings appeared, appearing to me as black angel wings. His hair grew in length down to his ribs, still imprisoned by the ponytail and his claws lengthened. He opened his eyes, and they flashed from pure white, to solid ebony with crimson pupils and irises. His deadly fangs longer with supremacy, and there were markings along the side of his face in a language I could not understand. The skin of him luminescent glowed with inhuman brilliance, and demonic whispered filled the night sky.
The moment his eyes opened the ground gave way, revealing fire beneath it. The Dracula I knew was gone; this creature was pure darkness, hidden away for thousands of years. This was The God of Chaos, the being of destruction, the beast Dracula feared releasing beyond imagination.
His darkness.
The being turned his palms to where they were showing, and the chains broke into billions of pieces. He extended his index finger elegantly outward toward my body, and my body was heaved toward him, my feet not moving, but as if by a magic I was forced toward him. Thankfully I was taken out of the grasp of that monster, and despite the intimidation of this creature, he was still Dracula, still the creature I had loved since maturity. His arm slithered itself around my waist drawing me toward his supreme features, and a surprisingly gentle smile lay upon his lips. Without murmuring a sound his glowing fingers caressed my throat, and instantly my body started to glow, and the pain of my leg, and throat was gone.
“Who are you?” The demon demanded, furious that I had been forced away from him.
“I am that I am…” His voice echoed with a deep echoing demonic voice, and his regular seductive voice spoke as if he were a different creature echoing the darkness’s murmurs. “I am the embodiment of chaos, the bringer of destruction, the authentic structure of the Vampyric Master...I am darkness in its purest untainted outline!”
The demon quivered with trepidation, but his arrogance did not silence his tongue. “…so that parasitic king…has another form…you’re more evil than I am…I can smell your aura, its pure darkness…you’re a monster…like me!” He laughed, amused. “…But why protect that woman…? Think of her blood…her life force…I’ve tasted it…it’s unrivaled in taste…so arousing to the tongue…you can smell it…you yearn for it…and her body…think what pleasure…you’d get from invading it…filling it with your seed…claiming her…just think of it…think of the pleasure of entering her…think of the intoxicating blood…think of her womanly juices…We could share…take turns pleasing ourselves…why not join me…?”
The being’s eyes widened and a growl of hunger lay on his lips, struggling with sanity. The whispers of demonic noises grew louder, and the being of darkness turned his features toward me, inhaling my scent, with a smile of hunger. I started to quiver at the sight of it, was this creature a threat to me? He was a part of Dracula, only without a restriction, with not an aura of light. He was darkness, but for some reason I could fear him. I dropped my head toward the ground, promising myself that if this being did take me, did invade me, I would embrace it, for he was Dracula, and my body belonged to him, even though he might not realize it. I would have done anything for Dracula’s happiness, because I was unconditionally in love with him, and even if it did me harm, I would do anything for him.
Tears flowed down my cheeks. “...I won’t fight you, Dracula’s a part of you…and no matter what you do to me…I’ll still yours…and I’ll still love you…if you desire my blood take it…my body, use it how you will...I’m not going to fight you…I’ll savor it…because I love you…” I murmured.
The redness of being’s eyes turned an almost neon pink color, and they widened with shock. The sound of my voice echoed through the sky, in my ears, and in his. His head twisted back and forth in an almost desperate maneuver, and pure white translucent tears flowed down his cheeks, and his glowing palm clutched my cheek, cradling it in his palm, in an extraordinarily supple gesture, and his thumb caressed my lips softly healing the tares the demon had made.
“I shall not injury you, dearest lover…” He murmured warmly the inhuman echoes of the baritone seductive voice, and the demonic voice in harmony. “Your love is untainted, undisturbed, unyielding, causing even my might to submit to its brilliance. The bravery of your murmurs, the desperation of your stance, how could I merely ignore them? I cannot, and I shall not…I simply wish to please you, to do what you desire, my allegiance is with you and with you alone. Only you have the power to control me, and only you I crave as a lover…even if my gentle side undergoes trepidation that I shall damage you…I shall not, for it is a demonic god’s nature to protect his mate is it not…?”
The demon screamed with unreserved disgust. “How can you let a b***h mortal control you? Have you lost grip with sanity? You actually feel love for this wench! Creature’s like us are too good to feel the disgusting emotion of love!” He hissed angrily.
The being of darkness turned toward the demon, with a sadistic smirk on his mighty lips. “You are erroneous, demon. It is the darkness’s aspiration, its yearning to find…the light. This woman, this spectacular being, is my light. You have not the slightest idea about what darkness needs, for you are a mere demon, incapable of comprehending the dark magic which forged me. Being in the darkness, for eons the one obsession accurate beings of darkness hunger for is what they do not have…light…and I have found mine…” The darkness of Dracula murmured with softness to the murmurs. “For the felony of touching, invading, my territory, you comprehend the ancient punishment. The penalty is instantaneous and immediate bereavement, for irritating an Elder, for disrespecting factual Dark Creature’s territory!” He murmured with a sadistic intent.
The demon laughed at the mention of the old laws. “I’m aware of the laws, but there’s got to be proof she’s yours. Even demons like me that simply own women, we mark ours to show supremacy! There’s got to be proof that you’ve marked her, and I’ve seen every inch of the woman, and I saw nothing, it’s not proven she’s your property! The laws mean nothing!” The demon pointed out.
The being of darkness laughed inhumanly echoing the sound, amused at the murmur, a strange but oddly attractive sound “To unqualified eyes my symbol is not observable…but I guarantee you it is there…” He waved his palm over my body, and ebony markings, in an ancient demonic language appeared up the length of my arms, over my visible flesh, even my face was covered with the markings. “Danre ahre, hae oern en, eiare ne maeas satanosu oereu demona…or in English…the one I love, who bares this mark, is mine forever more, and shall remain in my protection until the end of time…my indicator of passion, the mark of the lover is there, because it is stamped internally within her spirit. I am her soul-mate and you have dishonored this, by commandment your existence is mine!” The being of darkness grinned with satisfaction.
I blushed at the markings, because that meant that my feeling of belonging with Dracula, with this being, was predestined. I was justly his, and no other, I concluded that is why I could not accurately attach to a human male, because my soul, my body, and even my heart was already occupied, and the empty space that hollowed out my heart, was longing for Dracula, a yearning for my lover.
“What…? This can’t be! I won’t surrender to you, no matter how high up you are in the demonic monarchy! I’m not dying tonight, law or no law!” He growled.
“You have not the necessity to surrender, for the God’s of the ancient commandments have heeded my pleas, have taken observe to your audacity, and I am beseeched to utilize the enchantment of eternal damnation. The curse for the vilest of criminals, and it suites you well. You should have never crossed into this dimension, because touching and tormenting, Amber, was the worst mistake of your years…” He trailed off holding his palm outward. “Chare agora arhe ae ochreus aertexius ergan ewern lei hirlewr asrahe, bartanyaous maen demonous kon, lockda raene. Petronius etrenous!” His demonic voice was more dominant echoing through the dark.
I comprehended the noise of moving chains, as a hellish gateway appeared, and the screams of its occupants echoing through the unlocking contraption. The chains shot outwards wrapping all around the demon’s flesh, burning its way into it, as his welcomed screams of agony echoed through the night, until he was pulled into the void, and the gateway closed, leaving a puff of black smoke in its place. My tormentor was gone, and I was finally free!
I began to weep with joy, dropping to my knees, near my rescuers legs, clutching the material of his pants in my palms. His ebony wings flapped as if by surprise, at the movements of my thankfulness. The material of Dracula’s cape became loose because of the sudden drop, and I struggled to keep it covering me. I gazed upwards into the extraordinary eyes of this wondrous creature. A supple smile of welcoming curved upon his lips, and two of his finger retch toward me, hooking under my chin, bringing me to my feet in a genteel, inhuman way, until I was level with him, standing directly in front of him, desperately clinging to the cape trying to contain my wretch human body! I feared his features would become disgusted at the sight of my bare flesh. An understanding smile of my fear was present on his lips.
“You are stunning…do not clutch trepidation of not satisfying me…your physical features are unrivaled, and convey untold admiration to my essence…I desire no one but you, mi amore, mae irbiena, my love…” The simultaneous echoes of both halves of my lover appeared in the murmurs. “We must depart homeward toward your abode to permit you to relax, regain your proper strength; after you are properly tucked in the morrow holds the beginning of our destiny. I shall rejoin you when the sun shall once against rise from her daily slumber...”
“I don’t want you to leave me…stay with me...” I begged, with a pleading appearance to my eyes.
He smiled softly, a bizarre gesture for a dark being. “And am I welcomed in your chambers...to be your guardian while you slumber?” He murmured, kissing the center of my forehead, the intensity of the gesture warming me instantly, the demonic voice fading away. “You would permit a being such as I into your bed?”
I smiled warmly, and bravely cupped the side of his marking covered cheek, the echoes of the demonic noises, buzzing in the sky again. “You’re welcome in my bed...for the being I see…is more glorious than any of my dreams, had ever murmured.” I whispered.
The foul taste of the demon’s horrific saliva still left its horrid stain in my mouth, and I was desperate to get horrid taste out. A glowing palm pressed against the lowest part of my back pulling my front securely against him, in an abnormally loving gesture, and his other glowing palm cupped the side of my countenance, some of his fingers toying with my curly locks. It was undeniably the most romantic gesture I had ever witnessed, ever experienced, and even more strangely was this being was suppose to be the embodiment of pure malevolency, and all I concurred was a misunderstood being, who was more glorious than I could ever imagine. The most miraculous of all was that he cared for me, even loved me.
“Do the fact that you…umm…” I struggled to murmur the words, because part of me did not believe them. “…Love me…mean that I’m evil?” I whispered utterly clueless.
The voice of the baritone being of seduction Dracula, and the darkness which dominated at the moment, were completely in harmony. “Would a malevolent organism altruistically put her wellbeing, her purity, and even her very own existence in jeopardy to salvage her fraught lover? I imagine not…as I informed that dreadful vermin previously, you are my luminosity, the element of me that I had misplaced. You are the illumination within me, gleaming more gloriously than the concentration of the sun…” He whispered, selflessly, still both echoes of my lover present.
“Then you’re not evil either. You risked your life, to save me, and you were….” My hand moved down to the blood stain on his throat, the wound was gone but the evidence of the wound was still there. “You were hurt, trying to save me…” Tears ran down my cheeks, my fingers stained with some of the still moist blood.
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