dear heart

Still you felt excited to be out of the castle that had caged you for years and though you were going to find yourself once more in another castle, Dracula’s castle, it won’t be the same as your home you hoped.

When you had arrived the sun had risen and Dracula lingered in the shadow away from the rays of sunlight. He watched you as you stepped closer to the main door, your eyes looking up with wonder and curiosity, and what he found most beautiful,was the sun shining on you. He observed how it lit and made you shimmer, he envied you. He wondered what the warmth of the sun felt like and seeing you freely stand beneath that rays of light made him more fond of keeping you alive.

It was painful to watch someone revel in the simple pleasures that he no longer could, and yet he admired how it looked upon you. You glowed.

“This is yours?” You muttered, still marveling at the towering building.

“Yes, it is,” he stood beside you, holding an umbrella above the two of you. “Shall we?”

You nodded and slipped your hand on his arm, and the Count with a single hand pushed open the large door with intricate carvings and design, the metal screeching and grumbling heavily.

In the foyer, you were met with a grand spiraling staircase that seemed to go up forever and you jumped when the door shut on its own, the clang echoing throughout the large castle.

“Stay close, this castle is a labyrinth,” Dracula told you with a grin and you scooted closer to him not wanting to get lost in the shadows.”Now since my bringing you here was not something I planned, I haven’t properly prepared a room for you but I do have one in mind perfect for you.”

He led you up the winding steps and through many halls and tunnels that looked all the same to you, escorted you till you two stopped in front of a heavy looking wooden door.

“This room will be yours,” he told you before opening it to reveal a large bedroom space that was bigger than your previous one. “I’ll make sure to keep the place up to your standards, you were such a gracious host and I will gladly do the same.”

You wearily took steps forward into the room and he chuckled at how lost and confused you looked. You were no longer in the comfort of your home and this was new to you.

“This is all too much…I shan’t know what to do with myself with all this space,” you stuttered as you walked across the room to the window where the light streamed in.

“This room has the best lighting compared to all the other rooms in the castle. As you can see, it has a great view of the river and the mountains,” he spoke side stepping into the room avoiding the parts of the floor where the sunlight shone. “There’s some books on the study and I shall bring you more should you not find one suited to your taste.”

He observed you looking at the lavishness of the room as if they were new or too much to you. The items and furniture were of course the finest and also procured by himself long ago. The luxurious thick velvet drapes lined with golden tassels, soft silk covers with matching plush pillows decorated the four poster king sized bed. Dracula’s mind wandered to let’s say, to breaking in into a new bed if that’s what would make you more comfortable with the new environment.

“Thank you,” you shyly turned to him.

Even though he had taken your womanhood and knew of how you were when he ignited that passion within you, you still carried yourself like the demure woman you were.

“I do hope it’s to your liking,”

“What am I to do when you are away?” You asked, pressing your hands together not knowing what to do with them. “I don’t know my way around the castle. Perhaps you have a map?”

“There’s no map, my dear. Maybe when the sun has set I will help you get acquainted with the twists and turns should you want to try to get know it,” he replied taking your hand and kissing it. “Should you get hungry, I’ve made sure to have brought some sustenance for you before we had departed.”

You were rather quiet, and the Count found there was a different air around you. He pulled you close, bringing close to him as he possibly could to the point you had no choice but to look up at him.

“Don’t be shy, Y/N. You’ve made your home so hospitable to me, it’d be an honour to do the same,” he spoke sweetly then pressed his lips to your forehead. “And as Shakespeare once said, parting in such sweet sorrow.”

You blushed and silently pulled away with a soft smile, and he took one last glance at you before he had left. He felt as if he had painted such a picturesque scene, you looking out the window the light shining on you, brightening the once dark room.

—

You paced in your room.

It was easier to be calm when one was certain of what was to become of them. Yet you were restless. Your body only responded to his touch and before that scared you, and that fear had returned when you no longer knew the day you will be made to be expired.

Why has he kept you alive? For what purpose? The unanswered question of why, made you weary. You wished you could love him as if he was a normal man. But how can you just brush aside the fact that he was a vampire. How does one love a vampire?!

You paused and then gasped, you felt faint at the thought. Did you just in your head say love?

Eyes widening, you sat yourself down.

It’s as if you had forgotten several times that he was not a man.

But pushing those thoughts aside, your mind that did not process logic but only feelings, felt flattered and even special to have been brought here by the Count.

Your body then began to miss him and there was a soft wrenching feeling in your chest since he was not by your side. Your mind wandered to the countless nights he had spent with you and you found yourself smiling when he had acted out of character and was rather gentle and sweet with you.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling all your doubts, you stood up and walked over to study, picked up a book and occupied yourself with whatever till the Count awoke.

—

Dracula slowly opened your door wondering how you kept yourself and hopefully enjoyed your room. You lied on the bed on your side in your blush rose coloured dress taking a nap, with eyes closed and slightly parted pink lips, you napped. Were you resting so that you would stay awake longer with him?

Grinning, he went over to you and tucked your hair away from your neck, and he let his fingers caress and feel it. The desire to sink his teeth into that beautiful neck of yours boiled within him.Just a taste, he thought.

He slowly brought himself close and he bared out his fangs ready to bite into the flesh and taste the exquisite blood that ran through your veins. The beat of your pulse filled his ears tempting him even more, driving him to the edge to taste the sweetest honey he has ever had. But he only managed to have kissed the skin. He pulled away wincing.

“Dracula?”

You murmured in your sleep, your voice so soft, as you were awoke by that sensation on your neck.

“Yes my dear?” He plastered on a smile, hiding any signs of his feral form.

You said nothing but only placed your palm on his cheek.

“I understand if you’re hungry,” you told him as you held his gaze,”I gave you my word.”

“And I gave you my own promise,” he whispered, his fingers adjusting the thin silver chain round your neck where his ring hung. 

“You seem uneasy,” he noticed. “Is the castle not to your liking?”

Your eyes widened and shook you head.

“Oh no! It’s not that! Your castle is marvellous. It’s just, I still don’t understand… and I’m rather frightened to know the answer to the question I want to ask,” you mumbled shyly.

Dracula lied down on his side, still facing you. He wanted you to feel at home here and yet you seem to squirm at the shadows and the darkness of the castle. He had hoped you would’ve seen the beauty underneath it’s darkness.

“Ask away, my dear,” his tone was once again so gentle and genuine, it frightened you because you didn’t understand why it was so but that gentle nature the Count expressed to you made your heart beat fast and assume impossible thoughts.

“Why have you brought me here?”

The perplexed look in your soft eyes and the absence of your smile, worried him. Was keeping you alive the wrong choice? He thought hard on the words he was going to say for he wasn’t sure if you could take the truth.

“I enjoyed your company and that’s something I never thought would happen. Such company cannot be taken away,” he explained as best as he could, caressing your hand with his thumb.

“And then what? What will happen when you no longer want my company? Surely you can easily find others to warm your bed.”

“Darling, I have never needed the touch and pleasures of the flesh from a woman in centuries, though I was the one to tempt you at the start in truth, I was the one being tempted.”

“I’m young but I’m not a fool, Dracula,” you sighed, lying down on the bed and staring at the ceiling.

“I know that. But you will be answered in time, for now, why don’t you just enjoy my company like we used to do in your home? Hm?”

Biting your lip, you nodded but he caught you off guard with a soft kiss on your lips. Never did he try to use the vampires kiss on you. He refused to do that to you.

Dracula pulled away, his face inches away from yours and he felt as if time had stopped for a moment, and felt as if the sun shone unto his face. The warmth in your eyes and your smile lit your features up in a way that made you glow.

He was softly coaxed from that trance with the simple caress of your hand on his face.He took your unstained hand and kissed the inside of your palm in appreciation. The gesture making you feel this light floating warmth in your heart.

“You must be hungry,” he spoke slipping out of the bed, his hand still holding yours as he helped you up. “I’ve prepared dinner for you at the dining hall.”

After dinner, he walked you round the castle whilst telling you of its history and you couldn’t shake off the dungeon like feeling of the castle. He did say it was like a labyrinth. You only hoped you would not get lost in it. There were some parts of the castle he’d rather not show you and he made sure to tell you where and which parts were off limits to you.

You admired the way he would explain the history and facts of his abode, stopping at some paintings that he liked as well as some pieces of furniture or items that he had an interesting memory of how he had acquired them.

“Now this, this is something I know you would love,” he began excitedly, his hand in yours as he led you to another part of the castle. “You see, here. This beauty was once the piano that Mozart himself had played when he had begun to flourish as a composer.”

The look of wonder in your eyes as your fingers brushed the ivories if the instrument and the small smile on your face was something that gave him a satisfaction that he wanted, even craved to have.

“It’s so beautiful, how did you come by this?” You wondered.

Dracula watched as you admired the vintage piano.

“Well, they were auctioning it off and I had happened to be in Austria when they did. I was interested and so I bought it, and brought it back with me here.”

“You’ve been to Austria?”

“Oh yes, darling. It was a rather pleasant trip.”

You were silent as you pondered about Austria and how many countries the Count have visited. And the tone when he had said the word pleasant made you a little nervous or even slightly anxious. It must’ve been pleasant because he had spent his time with very sophisticated and high class people. You were not much. You didn’t have a lot to offer and yet here you were.

“You’re thinking again,” he purred into your ear making you jump.

“Sorry,” you muttered, looking down at the ivory keys once more, avoiding the tingling sensation of how close he was.

Dracula snaked his arms around you from behind and held you against him. The erratic beat of your heart made him press a kiss on the nape of your neck and the sudden absence of your warmth as you pulled away from him blushing, made him frown.

You walked over to the window and looked out. The scenery was beautiful and it distracted you from the hotness you felt building inside of you. Was it normal to have such a burning desire for someone like him? That thought lingered in your head and confused you.

“Would you like to see the library?” Dracula segued, hiding his nerves as he was confused to why you had pulled away.

You nodded and arm in arm, strode to the library where you found yourself reading to him. The two of you were sat by the window seat, with his head on your lap as you read to him ballads by John Keats or sonnets by Shakespeare.

Even though he knew all those by heart already, he wanted to hear those carefully chosen words coming from your lips, your soft gentle voice. The moonlight shone upon your face and accompanied by the melody of your voice, was the steady beat of your living heart.

It all felt so normal. So simple. So human.

He will keep you. You belonged to him. You had made him crave such earthly pleasures that he hasn’t felt since his turning and that intrigued him, and keeping you here, he hoped will explain why he did.

You had given your virginity to him. He was the first man (was it even right to call him a man?) to make you feel the apex of carnal desire. Though he wasn’t human, you had remembered how he had been gentle with you and those risqué obscene memories made your heart drum and make the that familiar soft warm tingle in your core return.

“I must’ve really worn you out,” Dracula softly chuckled, meeting your gaze. “How are you feeling?”

Your heart fluttered when he had said that, surprised that he had asked such a question another person wouldn’t expect to come out of him.

“Good,” you replied with a soft smile as you nuzzled closer to him, Dracula finding it a sweet and innocent gesture,”were you awake the whole time I slept?”

“At this hour, I’m usually not at rest,”he stated in matter of fact and then seriously answered you, with a tone that was laced with confusion but complete honesty. “I couldn’t seem to tear myself away from your side seeing how peaceful you slept on me.”

In truth,the warmth of your body and the mere fact that it was you made him stay. It was a warmth that was no longer present in him but abundant in you.

He was right. He was getting sentimental. The taste of your blood lingered in his mind as well. He commended himself for his self control when he had lapped his tongue over your folds cleaning up the blood that trickled from a broken hymen. It was divine.

The little taste he had, fed him small glimpses of memories and he was surprised at the fact that he didn’t drain you right after your coupling. In fact he couldn’t bring himself to sink his teeth into that beautiful neck of yours. Why? He was yet to discover.

“Thank you for…um…last night,” you murmured shyly avoiding his gaze and that only made him softly laugh.

“The pleasure is all mine,” he purred and his arm that was around you lowered, and his hand caressing your hip cupped your bottom making you squeak, “and by the sweet sounds you made hours ago, I might even go to say the pleasure was more than just mine.”

“You know it’s not fair,” you said, propping yourself on your elbow, your fingers walking down his chest making him grin with anticipation.

“What is?”

“That you’re not entirely tired as I was,” you answered and he hummed, nodding.

“True—“

“We definitely must fix that…” you bit your lip, feeling yourself grow wet again with want.

Feigning cluelessness, he tilted his head, “and how are we supposed to fix that?”

There was a mischievous look in your eyes that captivated him completely and he watched you rise from your position, gently swinging a leg over his hips, straddling him.

“I have a few ideas,” you whispered into his ear, both your hands against his chest and your breasts brushed against his torso.

An excited grin formed on his pale face as he observed you as you adjusted his hard member against your wet entrance. Pressing one hand on his chest, you sat up displaying your naked body to him once more and slowly lowered yourself unto him, your walls enveloping his cock once more. Brows knitted and eyes shut in shuddering pleasure, your soft pink lips parted as he gently bucked his hips upwards, grunting as he did, eliciting a soft gasp from you.

The dark lustful gaze screamed danger and yet it urged you to roll your hips making his eyes shut at the feeling. It turned you on how you made him feel good.He was definitely a well endowed man, you couldn’t imagine having anyone else but him. It was a dangerous and foolish thought but you pushed it to the back of your head, and continued to please the Count.

“Oh darling, how heavenly you feel ,” he whispered as his hands gripped your hips feeling the way you rolled them and taking him in this position allowed him a lovely display of your frame.

He let his hands roam your body and he took your breast in his hand making you moan and your back arch in response to his touch. What has he awoken in you? Not that he was complaining. It was amusing and he was smug that he had made you bloom this way. Only for him.

The Count sat up making the tip of his cock hit far deeper in that specific spot that made you moan out his name several times the night before.His handsome face looked up at you, then he pressed his lips on your neck, and you felt the warmth of his wet tongue on it. His arms held you close as you bobbed up and down him, your hands on his shoulders for support.

You wanted him to reach that same euphoria he had given you and you felt somewhat special to have caused that expression of pleasure on the Count’s face. His grunts mixed with low growls and his fingers digging into your flesh told you he was close. Your fingers clutched into his dark locks as you too neared your climax. A sharp intake of breath and one strong upthrust from his hips, he came and you too followed.He slipped out of you and you collapsed on his chest trying to catch your breath.

“Now that was…” he exhaled not being able to finish his sentence as there were no words to describe how he felt at that moment.

You softly chuckled at that and remained on top of him, your breasts pressed against his chest, and his one arm draped over your waist.

“What is it you do to me?” He murmured softly to himself but you had heard it and was perplexed.

You didn’t think about that now, and instead just focused on the moment. Inside this room it was just you and him. It was a little world that was separated from everything else. Nothing outside it mattered.

The curtains were drawn but you could see the small light leaking through it on the floor and expected the Count to close his eyes and rest, but with his unnatural strength, he gently and very carefully moved you off of him and back onto the bed.

“As much as I would like to stay by your side and rest, I must rest somewhere else for the time being,” he spoke and begun to dress.

“Why?” You asked curiously, pulling his cape up to your chest, the velvet lining feeling luxurious against your skin.

“I have my limitations, darling,” he answered tucking his shirt into his trousers. “A vampire must and can only rest on his native soul, to put it simply,I must rest in my box of dirt.”

He noticed the adorable way your nose scrunched up at the odd thought.

“Okay,” you murmured, resting your head on your pillow and then realised you had used his cape as a blanket, you moved to give to him.“Your cape-“

“Keep it for now, darling,” he told you with a wink.“Don’t want you to miss me too much.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, a small smile on your face as you relaxed and snuggled into the warm fabric.

He crawled on top of you, hovering,then pressed his lips onto your forehead bidding you a good morning before he left. — Before he retired to his crate of soil that the previous host before you, gladly carried in, Dracula went down to the dungeons once more. It hasn’t been used before his arrival and it would be a waste to not make use of it.

“Where is she?” William asked, his hands gripping the irons bars.

“Safe,” the Count simply replied as he entered the cell, locking the gate behind him.

“I don’t know what spell you have her in but I know she would never let herself be defiled by a monster like you,” William spat and the Count took no offence to anything he said because he was assured that you were his, you had said it yourself.

“I’ll reassure you she was not under any spell, I am a vampire, that doesn’t mean I’m not a nobleman, if you remember I am a Count,” Dracula countered, finding this banter rather enjoyable, he liked to agitate William this way. Rub it in his face that he would never have you.

“A Monster none the less,” William seethed.

“A monster that was invited with open arms to her warm bed,” Dracula smirked and William tensed, “she is very beautiful.“

“So you’ve come here to taunt me,” William sat down on his cell bed, not having enough strength to stand.

“Oh you’re almost at your end, aren’t you Will?,” Dracula jabbed at the weak man.

“You’ve corrupted her,” he accused him bitterly.

“No, no , no, no, Mr. Thompson,” Dracula tutted, “you see. to be corrupted one shouldn’t be willing. Is a person willing to be subjected to or corrupted by the plague? No. Y/N has accepted me, embraced me. She belongs to me.”

“She is not an object one should posses!,” William raised his voice, his fingers clutching the fabric of his trousers.

“Your assumptions of me are quite offensive,” Dracula’s face fell and his eyes darkened. “You misunderstand my intentions for dear Y/N.”

William scoffed and stood up, facing the Count as if he could challenge him.

“You are dead, Dracula. Are you in love with her?,” he jeered at the vampire, his voice laced with sarcasm.”Now that is definitely an atrocious impossible thought. A beast like you is incapable of love.You have no heart to feel love. And if you, by some reason, have fallen in love with her, I suspect—no. I know, that you will end up killing her either way because a beast like you kills everything and everyone—“

Swiftly, Dracula twisted William’s head the snap of it satisfying his ears. His sharp fangs were unsheathed and his eyes bloodshot, he sunk his teeth into the neck of the agitating mortal and proceeded to suck the very last drops of William Thompson’s blood.

Getting rid of him once and for all. —

You never asked for William and a part of you was filled with guilt that you had not returned his affections but every moment spent with the Count made you forget such worries.

Every time you met for the next few weeks, you two have always ended up ridding each other of each other’s clothing not only in your bedroom but in other places in the castle as well where he would find you whenever he woke. The Count found such spontaneity absolutely delightful. But after indulging himself with the pleasures of the flesh, he found himself telling you his innermost thoughts, he pondered to you and you would listen, and he especially loved to hear your own opinions coming from your sweet lips as well.

Those were the moments where he found complete comfort and bliss with someone without wanting to drain the life out of them. He would hold you in his arms or you lied against him, your naked bodies always somehow needing to be touching. You liked when he would recite poems off the top of his head and especially when he’d tell tales of his time with several people, the interesting ones as well as the peculiar.

Those two weeks that had passed, he had already been running out of sustenance and it was a day before he had to leave.

As you lied close to him, legs entangled with each other and his arm around you as he petted your head in a comforting manner, he almost felt human. Not that he ever wanted to be again, but there were certain aspects of humanity that he rather missed. Human connection.

He found comfort in the sound of your heart beat. It wasn’t music but it seemed to him to be the best masterpiece he has ever heard. How it’d increase in tempo when he flirted or teased you and how it’d slowly return to a calm pace as you felt comfortable and even at peace with his company.

You were a smart woman but a very gentle one. He admired that of you.

“I imagine it’s almost time?” You whispered calmly, your fingers lazily playing with his own.

“Time for?”

“You to leave soon,” you murmured.

Was that disappointment in your voice?

“I must admit, you are right…” he sighed, taking a deep inhale, taking your scent in.

“And time for us to end,” you had added in the softest whisper.

Dracula felt as if a boulder was dropped right onto his chest. How could he forget? You had offered your blood to him and on his last day in the castle, he would finally drink it. The sexual affair he had with you was supposedly just for fun but it had turned out not to be. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, it had become so much more.

“Do you still want to go through with your offer?” He had asked, holding your hand in his as he met your gaze.

You frowned. Why did he ask?

“I gave you my word,” you told him firmly.“My blood for the lives of my cousins.”

“Yes you did, didn’t you.”

Confused to why he seemed to be hesitant, you grew conscious.

“Have I done something wrong?”

A full smile with a tinge of melancholy formed on the Count’s face and his fingers brushed your cheek.

“Now why on Earth would you think of that,” he chuckled softly. “It appears it is me who has done something wrong.”

You placed a sweet kiss on his lips which made him feel a softness within him that he hasn’t felt in long while. He couldn’t be cruel to you. How could he? When all you did was offer and succumb to him…willingly. But he never hesitated at all. He was ruthless.

“Would you like to confide in me?” You asked so kindly with no distaste in your eyes, just pure understanding.

How could you look at him like that? As if he wasn’t the feral beast disguised in the appearance of an aristocrat.

“I’ve been undead for hundreds of years. Alone. And in those years I have cut, killed and butchered many people with no second thought,” he pondered out loud what he had been wondering the last few days.”This past month and weeks, has led me to enjoy your company more than I should.”

There was confusion in his voice and even guilt in them.

Your eyes shot up to meet his, now you were confused. What was he going on about?

“Why aren’t you appalled by me?” He had finally asked.

He watched your eyelashes flutter as you blinked thinking of a proper answer and when inhaled to speak, he anticipated what words would spill out of your pretty pink lips.

You softly smiled and just rested your head once more on his chest. Was this acceptance? Acceptance of who he was?

“Because you were kind enough to not hurt me at all during your stay. Because I believe there must be some good in you.”

You sounded naive. Yet your words were as serene as you made him believe.He was a cunning, ruthless and merciless beast. The devil’s incarnate one would say. But the Count was fully aware of his redeeming qualities. He was still a gentleman. He made sure he had your consent,be it your body’s response or words itself, before he had fully deflowered you. He was a Count, not a savage. But dangerous. It should’ve irked him how you don’t see him as such but he was rather glad, or even preferred, that you didn’t cower from him. It was nice to just simply have someone, he guessed.

“I was frightened of you. Offering my blood to you to save my cousins made me accept death. At least I would die knowing I finally did something good.”

“Do you still want that fate darling?”

“I don’t have a choice. For my life is at your hands since the day you arrived.”

Silence.

“I assume tomorrow is my last day,” you murmured. “Since you’ve been asking such questions that’s the only reason I could think of why you’re acting this way.”

It was wrong to feel the way you did with him, to feel as if you had some sort of relationship with him but it wasn’t a relationship isn’t it? It was merely just a dream. And like all dreams, it must have an end.

Dracula took a deep breath, not that he needed any. It was habit,perhaps.

“I have something for you,” he exhaled and you looked up at him funnily.

“Giving me gifts? Dracula, I thought what we were doing was merely causal,” you had joked making him laugh softly, him growing even more fonder of you by the second.

He seemed to have fiddled with his hands and then once he had stopped, he took your hand in his, and placed whatever it was in the palm of your hand. It was rather cold and small.

“I want you to keep it,” he said and you finally looked at it. “I can hear you brows furrowing darling. What is it?”

“It’s your ring,” you stared at the piece of jewellery, examining it. You remember how elegant it looked on his finger when he had played the piano. “I see no use of giving me something or anything when in the end what you have given me will become yours once again.”

“For once you’re not so clever aren’t you?”

You gave him a small glare and he caressed your cheek.

“You said yourself, your life is in my hands.”

What whims made him act like this? Like a fool. He has drank from the men of reason and philosophy in your castle, and yet none of their wisdom prevented him from acting without properly listening to reason.He never trifled with such affairs, he never saw the point of them. But after being alone for hundreds of years and the unlikely miracle of meeting someone like you, he refused to ruin such a good thing. So he came to a decision.

“You will live...and tomorrow, I shall leave.”

Though you were definitely a young woman, you weren’t fully a woman who explored all the pleasures and desires in life. It was the least he could do for you offering your blood to him. Plus, it was enjoyable and he hoped his advances will soon be enjoyable for you as well. After what he witnessed a last night, the sight of you exploring yourself, he had ignited that sensual craving in your body and he happily took pride for doing such.

He would intentionally ‘accidentally’ press his body against yours when you’d reach for a book as he pretended to do the same from behind you on the library, he’d make his seductive gaze linger on you till you noticed but would look away the moment you do and his most favourite of all, sitting beside you as you played the piano.

The thrill and amusement in him whenever he’d sit by you as you tried your best to play the right notes, failing at times but picking up where you left off. He absolutely found it enticing how his mere presence and touch would make you squirm and blush.

The Count in truth, was running out of patience. He wanted to have you. He wanted to be the first man you laid with. For centuries, he didn’t crave the sensation or act of sex but with you, it set those desires aflame. But he wanted your consent. Why did you keep resisting him when he knew you wanted him to warm your bed? You wouldn’t last on self pleasure for long especially when he roamed at night.

“Good evening, darling.” He purred into your ear from behind you as your body was submerged in the large bathtub.

His presence made your arms cross in front of your chest, covering them, alarmed.

“Count Dracula—“ you stammered, your cheeks growing hot and you pulled your knees close to you.

“Nothing I haven’t seen before,” he chuckled walking around and sat himself on the edge, close to you.

You were so vulnerable in your naked state and you felt your skin become sensitive in his presence but you tried to push those thoughts away.

“Whatever it is you want to tell me, couldn’t it wait till after my bath?” You murmured, one arm trying to reach for the towel that sat on a plush cushion a few inches away from the tub.

“I was awake and I was hoping my host was already waiting for me to accompany me with more of her delightful piano playing,” he sipped his glass of whoever’s blood was in it this time, seeing it made you wonder if he’d drink yours from that very same wine glass. “Finding you like this, certainly wasn’t what I expected but I can’t complain.”

“Don’t mind me.”His fingers touched the warm water scented with lavender oil and rose petals, and lazily drew imaginary patterns causing ripples in the water. “Enjoy your bath, I’ll just provide with you my presence and more than pleasant conversation.”

“Count Dracula this is a bathroom. This is certainly not a place for conversation,” You bravely spoke, “you either bathe here or leave.”

His dark brown eyes met yours and there was a shimmer in them, and he set his glass aside and with a look of feign innocence, began to unbutton his shirt.

“Well, if you insist—“

“Wait!” You exclaimed, arms still covering your chest. You couldn’t stop him or push himself as he undressed. When he had begun to remove his trousers, you averted your gaze and stared into the water, your heart was beating so fast and there was that soft ache in your nether region.

The water rose and sloshed back and forth as he entered and submerged himself across you. You refused to look up.

“Well this is quite lovely,” he sighed contentedly, getting comfortable.

“You know this was not what I meant,” you murmured, pulling your knees closer using them to cover your breasts instead and your arms hugged them.

“Wasn’t it?”

“It was not.”

“If it’s any consolation, I find you very beautiful.”

That did not make you feel better. In fact, in increased the warmth in your already red cheeks and you wanted to sink further into the water.

“Do you sweet talk all your victims?” You retorted.

“When needed, yes.”

Had he no shame? Why did you even question that? He was a murderer and a monster through and through. You should have shuddered at the fact he had touched you in ways no man has ever had. And yet, here you were with that said, murderer and monster, naked in a tub. This was all kinds of wrong and even more so because you were frightened of how you easily melt into his touch.

He had intentionally teasing you for the past few days, touching you or brushing against you and he acted as if he didn’t know what he was doing.

“Well I’m going to leave,” you spoke up trying once more with one arm to reach for the towel.

“I don’t mind. I wouldn’t mind watching you try to leave,” he chuckled a smirk on his face as he sipped his glass.

He was right. The towel was placed too far and the only way for you to get out was to fully expose yourself and slowly get out of the slippery bath so that you won’t hurt yourself. You sat back down and huffed with frustration.

“Staying are we?”

You hugged your knees and replied, “Not by choice.”

“So, Y/N tell me,” he leaned back and stretched his long legs, he watched you squirm when his calves touched your hips, “how is the garden?”

“You don’t care.Why do you bother asking,” you murmured looking into the water where you could see the Count’s legs through the gentle rippling water, “but then again, if you actually do, the garden is dying. No matter what I do, they can’t seem to thrive. I blame it on the mist that looms over the castle.”

“Everything dies.”

“Yes they do,” you agreed then sighed, “just a pity that the hydrangeas are fading. They were my favorite and also the ones my uncle despised. Keeping them alive was my only act of defiance against him. Knowing that he’d be in a bad mood just because of those flowers made me feel a little better .”

“Why?”

“Because seeing those hydrangeas remind him I exist.”

“He hated you because you being born meant all your families inheritance fall upon you,” The Count told you from what he tasted in your Uncle’s blood.

“I always knew that was why. But that inheritance will no longer matter after you kill me, cause it will die with me,” you finally met his gaze and gave him a small smile, “Can you promise me something?”

Dracula wouldn’t admit it but he was rather moved by you, a mere human.

“I would understand if you don’t want to keep that promise, but it wouldn’t hurt to ask of you,” you softly spoke.

Keeping his dominant and confident demeanor, he only smiled back graciously.

“What do you ask of me, Y/N?”

He wondered what it was. Were you finally going to take him up in his offer? Make him promise to bring you hydrangeas?

“Don’t let it hurt.”

His lips parted, taken aback with the simplicity of what you asked of him. He had been immune to all emotions and such for decades, but why did he pity you. Why did he pity the situation that he himself had put you in.

“You must love bargaining with me,” he lightly joked and then curiously went on, “what will I get in return?”

“Whatever you want. I will do whatever you ask of me till you decide my last day. I will not refuse but only comply.”

He frowned. Why were you giving up so easily? He’d rather have you fight him and resist him, it entertained him but nonetheless, it didn’t make him stop him wanting you. “No.”

Your heart sank and he noticed the slight drop of your shoulders, and you nodded.

“It’s alright,” you reassured him and without fear or shyness, slowly got out of the tub.

His eyes followed you and wandered all over your bare glistening form. He shouldn’t be surprised by the sight of a naked woman, he has seen more than one could count in his time and yet with you, he was deeply mesmerised.

His upper lip twitched and you ignored the way he had licked those lips of his, and wrapped a towel around your body before leaving him alone in the bath.

You left with the image of your naked body that he so wanted to caress and more, as well as leaving him deep in thought. Was he getting sentimental? He merely enjoyed you didn’t he? You weren’t more than just simple little mortal that entertained him whilst he drank away at your relatives, guests and servants. Weren’t you?

He was frustrated.

Not only because he didn’t understand why he craved the pleasure a woman could provide after not needing or wanting it in years and had only been sparked with you,but with also the thought and question, why he wanted to keep you longer than he intended. Why you?

— One day, you passed by the dungeons main gate and noticed it had been left unlocked, what possessed you to go in there when the Count definitely didn’t want you there, was not the brightest of your ideas.

You heard murmurs and soft whimpering. Those were signs of life. You hurried yourself down and almost broke down in tears at the sight before you. There were still so many of the guests and servants alive and breathing, and it seemed as if they were well looked after. Ofcourse, a man like Count Dracula wouldn’t want to feed on unclean humans. He was a man who had standards. A connoisseur, you suppose.

“Y/N, is that you?”

Your head turned to see William, your childhood friend,who was the son of your uncle and father’s closest friend, and you walked towards his cell with a heavy heart.

“William, it is me,” you answered him, your hands curling against the iron bar as you looked into his green eyes.

“Miss Y/N, you must get away,” he advised frantically as he stood from his cell bed,” I’ve seen what he has done, there’s still many of us down here. You can get away. He’s not human.”

“I made a deal with him—“ you whispered and he frowned.

“You’ve struck a deal with the devil?!”

“I had to. He would’ve killed Frances and James. I couldn’t let that happen,William!” You explained yourself to your friend and he sighed, knowing you all too well.

“You must plan away to escape. I can’t save you, I’m doomed here like the rest,” he begged you softly and took your hand in his, “But you can save yourself.”

“I gave him my word, William—“

“Do you really think a beast knows how to keep promises and oaths?” He countered and you wished with all your heart that you could save him, and if you only could, everyone else.

“We can’t be helped, Y/N,” William went on and you looked him in his eyes, and it fell to his neck where you saw the deep indents of sharp teeth made, “for me, please.”

“William…” you whispered, your voice shaking as you held back your tears at the sight of that bite mark.

“Your heart knows and does all that is good, and you believe in telling the truth and keeping promises,” he brought your hands to his lips then smiled, “I would know.”

“All those years, even when we were both just children, I had been in love with you, so you must do this for me, you have to leave this castle whilst the sun still rises and escape. He will hurt you just as he did us and he will kill you. Outrun this murder, this beast,” he held your hands in his, “promise me.”

“I—“

Williams gaze broke from yours as he stared over you with a glare so full of hatred.

“You told me she was dead,” William spoke through gritted teeth.

“Oh, William, I once thought you’d never be able to confess your undying love to Y/N,” the Count’s voice echoed behind you and you turned your head back to look at Dracula, his dark eyes matching William’s glare, “but it seems by my forgetfulness, you were able to do such.

“She will never be yours you foul beast!” William roared at the Count.

In a blink of an eye, Dracula grabbed your wrists and tore your hands away from William, he was growling and sizing William up, whose chest was puffed out, pugnacious.

“And you think she could be yours?” Dracula narrowed his eyes and almost laughed at the idea.

“Both of you stop,” you demanded but you were ignored by the two men and the grip Dracula’s one hand held around your wrist was impossible to escape.

“I’ve tasted your blood, William, I know what you think of her and  know what you would like to do to her, all your fantasies and thoughts of her,” Dracula leaned closer to whisper into William’s ear so that you wouldn’t head him, “I’ll have you know, I haven’t drank from her, but that she does in fact tastes heavenly.”

“You lie,” William seethed.

“Don’t wear yourself out, Will,” the Count feigned sympathy, “ Y/N will be well taken care of.”

And with that the Count pulled you out of the dungeons as William cursed and yelled bloody murder to the Count, his roars slowly softening as he led you up the staircase and out of there.

“As much as I love a challenge, I am upset by your defiance,” Dracula told you as he dragged you up the steps to the third floor to your bedroom. Was he going to lock you in there for punishment?

“William is still alive,” you muttered as you tried to keep up with his pace but struggled to, this didn’t go unnoticed by him.

He scooped you up into his arms and you tried to wriggle off of him.

“If you don’t want me to drop you, you stop moving,” he warned and then sighed,” I’m not one to forget but I really am rather disappointed at myself for forgetting to lock the dungeon gate.”

He glanced down at you, your eyes saddened and helpless.

“Don’t look at me like that, darling. I’ve been drinking their bloods with your knowledge. I don’t understand why you care now.”

“William is my friend,” you told him, “knowing he’s still alive changes everything.”

“Would it make things better if I killed him already?”

“What! How is that making things better?” You scoffed as he opened the door to your room.

“It’s one way to deal with the problem,” he muttered under his breath as he stayed within the shadows of your room.

The shadows became longer but there was still some sunlight on one half of your bed and room.

He set you down gently on the shadowed part of the bed.

“You offered yourself to me, darling. Therefore you now belong to me.”

“William is my friend, I can’t just let him die—“

“You should.”

You scoffed at the audacity.

“I’m not like you! William is a good person—“

“Do you love him?”

“That’s not my point—“

He cut you off once more and held you gently by the shoulders so your gaze was fixated on him.

“Do you love him?”

His hands began to move from your shoulders to your arms, his touch gentle but lighting your skin on fire as they lowered from your arms to your hands, and then moved to your waist and lower to your hips.

“Count Dracula, it matters not whether I love him or not, and it certainly shouldn’t matter to you. But if you must know, I do love him but not in the same way he does me,” you answered trying to keep your composure, “now please get your hands off of me.”

“Are you sure you want that?” He asked as he snaked his hands beneath your dress and hiked it up, exposing your legs. And his cold hands caressed your thighs making your heart run fast.

You could say no all you want but your pulse betrayed you.

“Do you want me to touch you again, my dear?” He asked, a smirk forming on his lips as you pressed your legs together, trying to resist his temptations.

You were rendered speechless as your thoughts battled one another, trying to find logic and reason in a situation where your body didn’t need or want them.

Dracula wanted you to beg him to take you and he will do just that. He knelt before you and with strong hands pulled you close taking you by surprise, making you lose your balance and fall back against the mattress.

You gasped as Dracula’s dark gaze met your surprised eyes, and his fingers drew closer and closer to your heat. He smirked, you were getting wet.

And he kept his eyes locked with yours as he pressed his tongue against your bud making you gasp and your back arch involuntarily at the new sensation.

You wanted him to stop but your body didn’t.

Seeing the reaction he got from you, he smirked and continued to explore your body with his tongue and listen to your sweet stifled moans.

Your fingers clutched the duvet as he sucked and lapped at your wet core, making you bite your lip as you succumbed to his second form of temptation. You’ve never felt anything like it. Nothing you ever did to please yourself, felt like what the Count does to you.

He continued to suckle and lick your warmth, his hands on your hips keeping you in place as he tasted the sweetness that trickled out of you.

Though he much preferred the taste of blood, the taste of your wet juices caused by him tasted sweet and divine.

One hand had found your way into his hair and you ran your fingers through those dark locks of his, and gently tugged at them as you moaned at the intense pleasure he was providing you and as you neared your climax.

You were once again reaching that peak of ecstasy but it was cut short and Dracula smirked when you whined from the lost of his touch.

He crawled on top of you and pressed a kiss to your jaw.

“Do you want me or William?” He whispered into your ear as his fingers teased at your entrance. You were close to the edge and you wanted him more than ever. It was almost unbearable that he was teasing like this, it was torturous.

“You…” you finally let out in the softest whisper and Dracula’s eyes softened when you had answered him, your fingers gently clutched his shirt as you repeated the one thing you promised yourself you wouldn’t say to him, “I want you.”

Dracula then spring into action, tearing open your dress with his bare hands, the rip of the fabric satisfying your ears and you unbuttoned and pushed off his shirt as he did, revealing his hair covered chest that trailed low to his abdomen. You ran your hands on his chest wanting to feel his skin, his body. Soon enough, you rid him off his trousers and you took a deep inhale at the sight of his throbbing hard cock.

Dracula saw where you were looking and knew that you’d be worried about how it’d hurt when he entered you, so he captured your lips in a kiss and you melted into him.

Though his kisses were rough and dominant, his lips were soft against your own and you couldn’t describe feeling. This was your first kiss and probably the first time you would lay with a man.

“Say it again,” Dracula spoke in between your kiss,” say you want me.”

You pulled back to look him deeply in the eyes, your hands on his shoulders as you did. Dracula couldn’t describe what he had felt when you had said the following words with the most true and divine look in your eyes,

“I’m yours.”

He then rubbed the tip of his cock against your entrance, and you bit your lip but then your lips parted when he had slipped inside you, stretching your walls.

He growled at the feeling and had buried his head on the nape of your neck as you enveloped him in your warmth. Oh how he relished you.

You winced at slight sting but that was immediately replaced by pleasure and you felt full when he had completely sheathed himself inside you, a feeling that set your body aflame.

“Does it hurt?” He had asked you, his face inches away from yours. It surprised and touched you that he was concerned.

You pressed your palm onto his cheek and softly caressed it, and with a soft smile told him it didn’t. He took that as a cue to continue.

And he watched your beautiful face contort into an erotic expression as he pulled back and thrusted himself into you. He continued thrusting in and out of you at a pace that made you moan out his name. Oh how he loved the sound of his name falling from your lips like that.

You tugged at his hair with your gentle fingers as he fulfilled not only himself but your desire, and he definitely liked the hair pulling. You gratified his sexual impulse, in fact it even exceeded it. He lost himself in you. He did all he could to not sink his teeth into your neck then and there.

Driving you to the edge, you felt that unbearable build up inside you once more and that let Dracula know that you were about to come as if it was accompanied by the increasing tightness that he was feeling. He grunted as his thrusts lost their rhythm as he too was nearing his climax, and when you reached your peak and came, the clenching of yours walls had around him made him undone.

You were breathless and your cheeks were flushed, and your hair sprawled out beautifully on the bed. He slowly pulled out and instantly smelled the sweet irony scent of blood that he had caused by taking your virginity. He growled and immediately followed the scent, and as gentle as he could cleaned you up.

You would’ve blushed so much at the act but after having him, you didn’t care. Dracula licked and tasted the small amount of blood caused by breaking your hymen, and made sure not a drop was wasted.

The taste of your blood mixed with the pleasure of sex, was a euphoria and intimacy he didn’t expect.

Did you belong to him? Or he to you?

Dracula drapes his cape over the two of you, wanting to hold you in his arms, he knew you needed such comfort.

He listened to your heart beat slow and finally beat steady, and your head was against his chest, his lips pressed on your head.

“Rest now, Y/N,” he gently hushed, his deep voice resonating in his chest and you found your eyes fluttering close, your arms holding onto him tighter, the action making him a little sentimental, “you are mine, darling. Mine.”

Though you were in a state of bliss, there was still that part of your head questioning what you have done. You had abandoned your virtue and succumbed to the dark sinful temptations. But weren’t your virtues already thrown out the window the moment you had offered your blood to him? Especially when you lived on and remained in his company as he drained the inhabitants of this castle dry.

You must’ve said it in the heat of the moment. But what if he was right. That you were his. There was no turning back.

You’ve past the point of no return.

The locked door clicked as it was unlocked with the stolen keys. Why would this beast open the door in this way instead of kicking it down as brutally as it murdered your family and all the inhabitants in your home?

What on Earth would have such power to wreak such havoc?

Slow footsteps paused for a moment and your wide eyes couldn’t comprehend the sight before you.

Such massacre could not have been caused by one man. It was utterly impossible.

A monster appearing and masquerading in the form of a gentleman. His wolffish grin and dark wandering eyes did not fail to make you feel uneasy. You were frozen in place still clutching your rosary to your chest.

His face twitched to a scowl when his eyes had fallen upon your chest but it returned to its all too confident grin.

“Oh aren’t you a lovely one.”

His baritone voice was velvety smooth.

“You’re staring.” He strode across the room to the open window. “I can’t blame you.”

If he were any normal man, you would’ve scoffed at the arrogance.

He scanned the surroundings below him with a proud smile. You could hear the snarling and barks of wolves beneath the shrieks and cries of the people.

“Do me a favour, and put that thing in your hand away.” He referred to your rosary, slowly turning towards you, and when you didn’t move, he softly smiled and chuckled. “Are you going to stare at me for eternity?”

He was still met with silence.

“Ofcourse you won’t be capable to live an eternity at this human state of yours,” he went on, circling you, “for now.”

He sat by the foot of your bed, his long fingers feeling the fabric of your duvet as he deeply inhaled.

“Why here?” You asked but your voice was barely above a whisper.

“Well, to put it simply, I was very hungry.” He answered and you frowned.

“If you were hungry, you wouldn’t have had to do…all of this,” you gulped, trying to find your voice, “you could’ve just asked.”

A laugh resonated from him, finding your humour in what you have just said but you didn’t understand why he did.

“Oh darling, what I have an appetite for can not be easily satiated.”

You clutched your rosary tighter.

“Who are you?”

And in almost an instant he came face to face with you. His tall frame inches away from you and you stared at his chest.

His cold pale hand took yours, the one that did not hold the rosary and he brought it to his lips.

“Count Dracula.”

You noticed then how his nails were almost claw like. There were faint remnants of dark crimson on his finger tips and you couldn’t tear your hand away, scared that you might meet the same fate as your family and the castle servants.

“I don’t mean to frighten you, my dear.” He spoke so eloquently.

“What are you?”

Though you were frightened, he saw a childlike wonder in your eyes.

“Now you’re asking the right questions.” He grinned and gently pulled you along with him as he sat on the foot of your bed once more and he sat you beside him, his hand still holding your shaking one.

Oh how you trembled. It thrilled him.

“Since I have shamelessly quenched my thirst ,” he explained, his thumb rubbing circles on your hand to comfort you,”and there are several, well more than several of your servants, are being surrounded or being incapacitated by my loyal wolves. I imagine an abundant of sustenance will last me so long.”

You weren’t sure where he was going or what he was going to do but you hoped if you complied long enough to this dangerous stranger, you would live for God knows how long.

“I have gotten so carried away I had forgotten to give myself some company in such a great and large estate as this.” He lightly scolded himself. “And how lucky I was to see your guards by your door, and I wondered, whatever they were guarding must be so precious. Lo and behold, such a treasure you are.”

“Count Dracula…”you murmured his name, such a name felt so foreign on your lips but he had smiled when you had said it, “I do not understand what you want from me.”

“What I want is for you to be a gracious host and keep me company as I feast myself in your home. The burden has fallen upon you ,as I have just said, got carried away, and curbed my appetite with your uncle and your aunt.”

You tensed.

“And from what I tasted, he wasn’t such a very good uncle to you.” Count Dracula brushed a lock of your hair away from your face.

“You fed on them?”You stammered, shocked at the horror you were hearing.

“He didn’t care about you at all.”

“Please don’t hurt me. I’ll do what you say,” You spoke so softly, defeatedly. “But please spare the children, my cousins. They’re only babies.”

“How brave of you to bargain with a vampire,” Dracula looked at you with awe and curiosity. “You smell so delightful and I’m sure you taste heavenly.”

Your eyes widened. A vampire?

Your mother had told you tales of such a creature. A brutal and merciless beast who feasts and lives off the blood of innocents. A creature of the night that will burn to dust in the sunlight. They were supposed to be just tales and yet right before your very eyes was a man who claimed to be just that.

“I will let you drink my blood if you allow me to send them away safely.” You softly offered with a non imposing conviction to save your cousins.

Dracula was taken aback. Did you just—Were you really offering yourself to him willingly, just to save those tiny little beings? Such babies were scraps he would’ve left to the wolves. But an offer? No one has ever offered themselves to him like you just did in his lifetime.

“You will?” He arched a brow and he noticed your heartbeat growing steady. His eyes now completely fixated on your neck.

“Just please let me take the children to the orphanage, since you have made them just that.” You requested of him.

And he loved the desperation on your youthful countenance. Your soft tone when you begged made him wonder of the unspoken ways he can make you beg him again.

He hummed as he weighed out your offer.

“Do you fully understand what you are asking me of?”

Dracula wanted to be sure that you were going through with this offer you promised him.

“Yes I do,” you answered him firmly,”since I am your host, the days or weeks that I am to accompany you are probably going to be the last hours of my life. And one of the hosts duties are to give their guests a parting gift, and on that day, I , without struggle or refusal, will allow you to…drink my blood.”

“My parting gift is you.” He licked his lips and you tried your best not to recoil.

“But you must spare the children.”

Dracula felt a sudden burning desire within that he hasn’t felt in so long. It was a desire that was more than just for your blood although that was a plus to such a beauty that you were.

An untouched thing you were. He wondered how you would tremble when he elicited wanton moans from your plump pink lips as he drove you to feel pleasures beyond your innocent and most sinful dreams.

How fun this was to be.

“Two spared children in exchange for you.” Dracula summarised getting up and you almost panicked, scared for the fate of the innocent babies. Your hand shot out to his sleeve and he looked down at you, at your hand and then your face again.

Looking him bravely and dead in the eyes, you got up, and let go of your rosary. It dropped to the floor.

He watched you carefully, entertained.

Your free hand then moved your locks of hair to one side, exposing your neck to him and his breath hitched as he saw it fully. His long fingers immediately went to the exposed flesh of your bosom which thanks to the rather low neck line of your white negligee, was visible. His touch was soft almost as if he was touching something fragile. It trailed higher to your neck and he caressed it, sighing in delight.

“Do we have a deal?” You asked him once more, and even allowed him to get close, his nose on the nape of your neck. Your heart drummed fast.

A low growl came from him as he pulled away suddenly.

“I will go with you to the town to leave the children wherever you choose. I will follow.Can’t have you running away,” he spoke finally with a smile and readjusted his cape,

“I don’t plan to. I am nothing like my uncle,” you said,” unlike him, I know how to keep my end of the deal.”

— Your cousins were left on the doorstep of an orphanage and you found yourself once more back in the castle.

The fire was out, the servants that weren’t dead yet had been locked up in the dungeons of the castle and Dracula had settled himself in your bedroom.

You couldn’t look him in the eye as you awkwardly sat up on the bed with the covers over your legs. You had made a deal with the devil incarnate, were you going to hell when you die?

“I never had anyone give me full consent before.” Dracula confessed as he stood in front of you, eyeing you with curiosity. “What to do with you…”he trailed off.

Your mind wandered off to your orphaned cousins. They will have to live a life not knowing of her family and you had wondered if they would have gone through the same torment their parents have given you. Either way, you were glad that they were alive.

Sighing, you rested your back on the headboard and closed your eyes.

Dracula had begun to wonder why you were so silent. So still and calm. Were you not afraid of him?

Your eyes fluttered open when you felt the dip on the space beside you. Count Dracula sat on the edge of the bed with the most inquisitive look in his dark brown eyes.

“How have you already accepted your fate?”

“We’re all going to die one way or another.”

He tilted his head.

“Do you not value your life?”

“It’s not that I don’t value it,” you had begun not sure if talking to him was a smart choice but if this was your fate, what’s the harm? “what matters is that you’re satisfied with what you have done in the span of your life, and I’ll go to say I’m satisfied with my so called life. It wasn’t the best and it wasn’t the worst.”

He was perplexed.

“Do you fear death?”

“You speak as if death is a person.” You finally looked into his eyes and held his gaze.

He joined you fully now on the bed, lying on his side comfortably, propped on his elbow as he spoke. Why was he so curious about your opinion on death, when he was to be the death of you?

“Death can be personified by the person doing the killing, therefore, one would call that person death. But what I want to understand is why you willingly offered yourself to me.”

“I saved my cousins. They have a chance for a better life. A life away from the shadows of this castle. I can rest well knowing that they will be alive and well.”

“One small deed and you are satisfied with that?”

You nodded a small smile on your face. “What’s so hard to understand?”

His thick set of brows furrowed deeply.

“Don’t you want much more?”

“Like what?” You arched a brow. You wondered what he could possibly compare to the saving of two lives.

“Money.Power.Glory. Extravagance. All the earthly pleasures that this world can provide. You’re not a a nun or any of that sort. It is impossible a youthful woman like you would not be tempted or have experienced such,” He went on and then he came to a realisation. A smirk tugged on his lips and you saw his rather sharp canine white teeth and a faint image of him tearing through someone’s flesh with it flashed in your imagination.

The feeling of his hand on the top of your duvet covered thighs made your blood rush to your cheeks and shift which only fed to his amusement.

“Or maybe it’s just because you haven’t experienced such /pleasures/ in life.” That smug grin on his face only grew and you avoiding his gaze confirmed his deduction.

“Would you like me to show you?” He purred lowly, his hand moving to caress your flushed face.

“I can’t—“

“Because it’s a sin?”

You nodded almost feeling like a child but if he was the devil incarnate, wouldn’t this be exactly what the devil would do? Tempt you?

“But a little taste won’t hurt, just once.” He whispered into your ear as his fingers moved from your face to your collarbones, and even lower to your chest where the swell of your breasts were, you had gasped at the sensation and tried to push him away.

“Count Dracula…”

It was sweet how you had said his name, such an innocent little voice.

“Tell me your desires, little one, and let me fulfil them.” His hand was now beneath the covers on your thigh.

“You’ve attacked my home, hurt and massacred the humble servants here, and murdered my uncle and aunt,” you composed yourself finding the conviction in you once more,” If you think I will be sleeping with you, you are wrong.”

“I’m just offering you the pleasures every young woman should experience, the /dark sensual desires/ of the flesh, before,as you said, the last hours of your life.” He retracted his hand from beneath and you were agitated because of him and with yourself, for you almost didn’t want his hand not to be there. “My offer still stands. You have offered yourself to me, well your blood, which to me is a first. And I want to make whatever time you have left,let’s say, /worthwhile/.”

He got up from the bed and readjusted his vest.

“I will leave you to rest. You look rather pale. I am indebted to your generosity.”

You had no idea how you had the guts to glare at him, but even such a glare only made that grin of his grow. He leaned over you and pressed his lips to your forehead.

“Good Night, sweet Y/N.”

—

When the sun had gone up you would roam around the castle and had noticed that the Count had cleverly barred the main gates, doors and every way out. He had the keys and the dungeons were off limits to you.

By the time the sun had set, you would assume he was awake and you tried your best to avoid him but to no avail he always found you.

In the drawing room where the piano was, or in the gardens that slowly died without the care of the gardeners, or in the castle library. He always found you.

“Mozart this time?” His voice echoed throughout the drawing room.

You finished one more bar before you halted and looked at him. He had a wine glass in one hand and the other in his pocket as he strode to where you were.

“Bach.” You corrected him, placing your hands on your lap timidly.

By your side, he pressed a key emitting a low sound.

“I acquired the skill of the piano from Mozart.” He shared with you and you grew a little curious.

“You’ve met him?”

“Oh, I killed him.”

He sat on the piano bench close to you, his arm touching yours. He placed his glass of dark crimson liquid on the piano and had begun to play. “Should’ve spared him really…such contributions…”

“Don’t you have some self control?”

Were you attacking his pride?

But you weren’t. Your wide curious eyes told him so. The eyes of an innocent young girl who had not lived life to the fullest. How you were not sad or suffering perplexed him.

“It’s in progress.” He replied as he went on playing.

When his brows were furrowed as he focused on the notes he was playing with such expertise and when he had that solemn expression on his face, made you appreciate how handsome he was.

“Your heart is racing,” he pointed out and your cheeks grew warm,”now it’s beating even faster.”

He stopped playing and turned to you.

“Do I scare you that much?”

“Not anymore.”

“But your heartbeat says otherwise.”

“Yes , I suppose it’s beating fast but it’s not because I’m frightened of you. You flatter yourself.”

He smirked and wrapped his arm around you by the waist pulling you close.

“Do I now?”

“Were you not taught to not play with your food?”

He chuckled at that.

“I do love a virgin.” He purred and the intense blush that appeared on your cheeks entertained him.

He pressed a kiss on your neck and he deeply inhaled, and you felt the warmth and wetness of his tongue on your neck. And you didn’t want to admit that it set a fire in your core, an ache within you.

“Count—“

“Y/N” He hummed and had begun to kiss your neck,slowly trailing down to your breast and his other hand prevented you from escaping.

He certainly enjoyed hearing the erratic beat of your heart and he did all of that with merely his touch.

“Just—“ he kissed your jaw,” a—“ then your cheek and paused millimetres from your quivering lips,” taste.”

The sweet innocent look in your eyes made him meet your lips with his, and he felt you tense but then immediately relaxed as he kissed you with fervour, relishing the taste of your lips.

His hand travelled up beneath your dress from your thigh to the inner, and then so close to the heat that was unknown to you but when his fingers found the bundle of nerves that had become wet, you gasped and blushed as the sensation was odd but warmly tingling and the fact that a man was touching you there made you feel all kinds of bad.

When he had begun massaging it, a bashful moan fell from your lips. It was wrong of you to succumb to him but this feeling within you that made you restless made all your thoughts and decisions hazy. This restlessness, like an itch that needed to be scratched, set your body on fire.

You brought a hand to your lips as you didn’t understand why you couldn’t control these obscene sounds he was eliciting from you the more he rubbed that pulsing bud of yours.

“Don’t be shy, darling. Those moans of yours are sweet,”He whispered into your ear, his deep baritone voice sounding so sensual, making you melt into his touch,”has anyone ever touched you like this hm?”

You shook your head and when he slipped a long finger into you, you gasped and you held onto his strong arm for dear life as the sensation of his finger curling within you was too much. Dracula was turned on by the sight of you. Your bashfulness and how you couldn’t look him in the eyes, ashamed that you were succumbing to his temptations, it was a sight to behold. A woman torn between keeping herself pristine or letting herself feel the pleasures that was considered a sin all her life. He felt himself harden when you threw your head back, unintentionally stretching out your beautiful neck to him.

There was a tightening coil like feeling within you, like something being exerted to explode and then the release that surged throughout your body was euphoric as you were sent to a state of ecstasy.

You felt the grin on his face with his lips pressed on your jaw, close to your ear, you could feel the warmth of his breath. And he could probably hear how loud your pulse was as it drummed in your ears.

Your eyes shamefully moved from his torso to his crotch, and seeing the bump in his trousers made you blush hard as well as curious. You were tempted to know because if his fingers could make you feel that rapture, you couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel if he had not used those skilled fingers of his.

“Tempted darling?” He smirked as he brought his hand from under your dress and looked dangerously seductive into your eyes, as he tasted you on his fingers. He hummed satisfyingly at the taste.

You could feel your wetness dripping on your inner thighs. You couldn’t fully look him in the eyes.

With his thumb beneath your chin, he tilted your head up so that you could look at him. He gazed at you with fascination and a soft look in his eyes that you can’t quite comprehend. Why was he so gentle with you?

“There’s no need to be ashamed,” He reassured you, tucking a strand of your soft locks behind your ear ,” I would be honoured to be the one to acquaint you with such pleasures again.”

You were rendered speechless and you had only mustered the words to excuse yourself as you scurried out the drawing room and back to your bedroom to reflect and digest everything that just had happened.

With a hand on your chest, you took deep breaths. What had happened to you! How could you have lost all composure with his touch?! The more you thought about the incident, the ache in your bud returned begging to be touched again. You pressed your legs together in hopes that it’d go away but the images of him and the lingering touch of his hand, made it so much harder to resist him.

You didn’t want to admit it but you wanted more.

That night as you lied in bed trying to fall asleep, from the dark shadows and the glassy doors of your balcony, the Count watched you curiously with a smug grin as you restlessly thrashed on your bed as if you couldn’t find the right position to sleep and as if you couldn’t decide if it was too hot or too cold as you kept uncovering then covering yourself with the duvet.

With dark lustful eyes, he watched as you hesitantly and slowly ran your hands beneath your negligee and closed your eyes as your fingers tried to imitate what he had done earlier. His lips twitched with desire to take you right there but he was also enamored and amused to watch you pleasure yourself. He wondered if you thought of him as you did and that thought made him hard.

Oh how he would gladly lend a hand to ease your…sufferings. But for now, he watched as you tried to stifle your moans as you bit your lip as you explored your body.