"Myra," he reached out to her, she moved out of reach. He looked hurt, "what do you want?" She questioned. "Your love," he said as he swallowed the lump in his throat, "Myra, I may be the most feared creature besides the Devil and all the demons tha...
England 1897 Mary sat in the library, she thought about how her life had turned out this past month. Vladimir had barely been seen and she was starting to miss him. She was cold to him when he was only warm to her. He saved her life when she was frightened by his. "Miss Dubois," Mary stood and turned away from the fire. "Vladimir," she said surprised, he smiled warmly, "I was thinking of whether or not to see you, I did not want to be a bother." Vladimir walked closer to her, Mary stiffened, "you don't have to force yourself to be near me, Mary," Vladimir said, stopping in front of her. "I don't want to scare y-," he was cut off, "kiss me," Mary said quickly, "Mary-," he tried to speak again, "quickly, before I change my mind," Vladimir grabbed her face and kissed her with all his heart.
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"Mary," he said with heavy breath, she didn't let him continue before attacking him with her lips. His hands roamed her body as her hands entangled themselves in his hair. He backed Mary up to the couch, and laid her down. "Mary, I'm afraid if we keep going like this, I won't be able to stop myself," he said with worry, "I'm not afraid," she admitted. Vladimir and Mary quickly undressed each other in between breathless kisses. He quickly shed his clothing down til he was bare as the day he was born and so did she. Mary suddenly felt nervous, "you're alright, darling," he said to her sweetly. No matter how many times he reassured her, she was still nervous. She had never been with any man, though she had come close with her fiancé. Vladimir was only courting her for about a month now, and he wasn't even engaged to her. Yet, as his hands grazed her skin, her skin buzzed. The nerves got to her, would it hurt? Would he be disgusted by her when the morning came? He entered her quickly, and she would have compared it to ripping off a band-aid, except she cried out and Vladimir automatically smelled blood. "Oh, God, Mary I didn't realize," he said, he kept breathing in the intoxicating scent of her blood. "I'm so sorry, you're a virgin," he said softly, "did I hurt you?" He asked, stroking her hair, "only a bit," she said quietly, the whole thing was foreign and it hurt, but she didn't want to seem weak. She gave a gasp as his tongue traced her jugular. Vladimir gave a demonic pleasure sound from his throat as he began to move his hips. Mary gave another gasp as she saw his red eyes and his protruding fangs. It stung her, and it pleasured her, but she didn't know what to feel. Her body felt hot against his cold skin, this was her first time and she knew her nerves were getting the best of her. He nibbled her skin and she bit his neck with a love bite. Vladimir shuttered as her teeth sunk in and grazed his skin. He put his arms underneath her and turned them so he was sitting on the couch and she was on top of him. The rhythm of his hips as he entered her, and as she moved her own hips made Mary forget the awkwardness of her first time, if only for a moment. "Mary," he whispered kissing on her shoulder, closing his eyes, he opened them again slowly as they shown red and his fangs elongated. For a brief moment, there was pain, then darkness....
"I love you...."
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Cathy waited, the morning rays would be harsh for a vampire, especially a new one. "Catherine," Jonathan whispered, "here," she whispered back. "Let's go," he said as he unlocked her cell, she nodded quickly, afraid to say anything else because of her newfound hunger was burning her throat. "It's sunrise, they are all asleep," he said, grabbing her and throwing her over one shoulder. The blood hadn't done anything to make Cathy feel better, it was like drinking air. "Why am I still so weak?" Cathy asked, "you drank old blood, Cathy, it won't do anything for you." Cathy smacked Jonathan on the back of his head, "what?" He asked with annoyance. "I know that Lucille was an older lady but she looks young, don't need to call her old," Jonathan rolled his eyes. "Lucille, Abraham, and I are vampires but not, he only gave us his blood and didn't drink ours," he said, "he said he only wanted me for food." Jonathan rolled his eyes, "what happened when you met him, he bit you within the next hour or two? He was testing." Cathy was confused, "he was looking for Mary, and he found her through your blood. There are those who looked like her, so he tested to see if it was, and when he knew, you felt he didn't want you, so he fed." Cathy nodded, "who was Mary?" She asked, "Mina's and Lucy's friend, when she lost everything, Mina took advantage of her and threw her to be her personal beating bag. Lucy didn't know where she went and neither did I, until I came over by surprise one day, Lucy was towns over...." ♡♢♧♤♡♢♧♤♡♢♧♤♡♢♧♤♡♢♧ England 1897 (before Mary and Dracula) Jonathan was excited to show Mina his gift, he opened the box and gave it one more look. "You can do this, Jonathan," he said to himself before he pushed open the door. Walking down the stairs was a dirty and bruised Mary, she let out a gasp. "Mary?!" He called out, chasing after her, "Jonathan, what seems to be the matter?" Mina asked innocently. "Mary-," he was cut off, "what about her?" She asked flatly.
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"You said she went overseas, why is she here working for you?" Jonathan asked. "We have an agreement, a quiet business contract, and you'll keep your nose out of it. William!" A man grabbed Jonathan by the arm. "Wilhelmina, she has nothing left, let her be," he begged, William dragged him away. "That's why she's in this contract," Jonathan tried to pull out of William's grasp. "WILHELMINA!"
♢♧♤♡♢♧♤♡♢♧♤♡♢♧♤♡♢♧♤ Present "When I had come back, a stronger, demonic man, the two women were gone," Jonathan sighed. "It was my fault," Jonathan whispered, entering the main foyer. "What was?" Cathy asked as Jonathan threw a jacket over her. "Mary's death," he admitted, looking away from Cathy.
