Author: EchoNymph PM
Frustration? Not normal. Lust… always…hesitation? Never. Alive? Barely. Made for illicit loving he continued… although more earnestly than he remembered...Rated: Fiction M - English - Suspense - Dracula - Chapters: 2 - Words: 2,365 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 9 - Follows: 7 - Updated: 01-23-09 - Published: 11-29-08 - id: 4685345
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I own nothing…but my humble story and even humbler character. This was going to be a oneshot, but I think a chapter or so more will finish to my satisfaction:D Enjoy…O and if you do not particularly enjoy adult situations I suggest you read something else, although this is quite tame:P
Snow. It was abnormally chaste. Surely it was the work of some divine presence, giving purity in the bleakest of seasons; reminding people of its righteousness. Snow hides all things hideous and offensive to the eye underneath a mantle of splendor, creating equality between ugliness and beauty. It conceals dangers and takes lives, lulls people into a false sense of security with its seeming innocence and fierce majesty; a wolf in sheep's clothing.
"Much like myself." An unearthly chuckle escaped his throat.
He enjoyed the cold. He enjoyed the irony of hunting and killing under its façade of integrity, but above all he reveled in the absolute grandeur of scarlet red upon startling white. This one would be easy…too easy. So young and innocent, once he was done with her, death would visit her swiftly. He chuckled again…
He found it perfectly…arousing.
Her brunette tresses whipped across her rosy young cheeks. There was a faint hint of blue across her otherwise pinkish lips. He sniffed the air longingly; her fresh, healthy scent wafted towards him. It seemed to spread from his nose, all the way down his long hard body with the impetus of a raging inferno. It didn't matter how many times he hunted, how many victims he took; it was never enough. His sharp eyes focused on her trembling body. She raced through the frozen wasteland with a frantic urgency. He closed his eyes and allowed the sound of her dainty footfalls and pulsing heart to carry him to an ethereal plane.
It took no effort whatsoever on his part to keep up with her. He chuckled inwardly at her futile attempt to outrun him. He would make it slow, let her savor the otherworldly pleasures he would soon reveal to her.
"Why would anyone want to die any other way?" The thought made him smile.
"Leave me alone…PLEASE!" She screamed.
All she was met with was a long, low, demonic snigger. To her horror something stirred deep within her body…something she had only felt on occasion before.
She could tell that whatever form of creature that tracked her, could sense it. She felt the air prickle with an exotic current. The tips of her lips quivered as if lightly stung. Her heartbeat amplified to an excruciating level. Her tears fell thick and salty onto her tingling lips. This wasn't how she was meant to feel…she wasn't meant to…she shouldn't…how could she…want it to catch her.
"Too easy." He drawled. Her own arousal was unbearably evident to him.
"It would be so much more interesting if just once…someone didn't want me." He sighed halfheartedly.
She didn't stop running, using her queer arousal to propel herself forward. A previously unknown instinct told her she wasn't only running for her dignity…she was running for her very life.
Her exertion only heightened his ravenous hunger. Her fluttering heart more alluring than her exposed cleavage, her racking sobs attracting him more than her uncovered legs.
Barely moving a muscle he flitted through the trees and met her head on. She crashed into his stone chest. A spasm of pain shot through her upper body. She vaulted backwards. He followed. Her breathing was hampered from the impact and her vision was failing.
"Please…" Was all she managed weakly.
His chortle stifled any hope that may have remained in her. She couldn't complain…it was her own fault. Her mother had warned her. Warned her of the dangers of going out alone…unprotected. She threw back her head and stared at him with her wild eyes. Her legs stiffened. Running would only prolong whatever it was he had in store for her. He reached out one perfect, polished hand and allowed his fingertips to grace her lips.
The arctic shock of his touch changed her. Her legs relaxed, her breathing gradually decreased in tempo until it was barely audible and her hands hung limply at her side.
"I must survive." She thought calmly.
"And if that means I let this creature violate me…then…so be it."
His hand slowly traced the outline of her face; she closed her eyes. Using the same hand he abruptly clasped her neck. She gasped. It was so easy to hurt her; frighten her; make her pay.
Defiance claimed her features, yet still she let him touch her. As his hand moved lower, she obliged him. As his mouth clutched hers, she endured it…she couldn't fight him, all she could do was fight herself.
Frustration? Not normal. Lust… always…hesitation? Never. Alive? Barely. Made for illicit loving he continued… although more earnestly than he remembered.
"Harlot…will you let me deflower you without so much as a whimper of resistance?" He hissed as his body dragged hers into the cold snow.
He kissed her violently and heaved her with a mighty thrust onto a frozen lake.
Her breath was quickening dangerously. Her heart was beginning to pound…her hands needing to grab him, her nails longing to flay him and her teeth yearning to bruise him.
"Dear God…forgive me…I must not…" She whined almost incoherently.
"Here is where I'll entomb you…underneath this very ice…for God and his Angels to scorn for all eternity." He gasped sadistically.
He wanted her reaction…he needed her reaction. His body, lean and hard, was painfully aware of her disgusting compliancy. He could smell her rapid breathing through expectant nostrils. The feeling of her warm, living, breathing, soft and delicate body drenched under him with sweat and watery snow fueled his dominating hatred.
"I'll show you your God." He groaned heatedly.
She felt herself being dragged through torrents of oncoming air and snow. She was long past feeling the cold. She opened her eyes and cursed them at once. He was glorious. Raven hair whipped around his ears as they flew through the air. His lips were so inviting…his neck so strong and authoritarian. Curse her offensive eyes…the tools of her destruction. Although it seemed her other senses had conspired also. Her nose allowed his addictive scent to enter unmolested. Her tongue offered her vivid memories of what it had tasted like to be entwined with his, and her skin…her skin tingled throughout her being, begging her to let him caress her again. Only her ears seemed to understand the importance of endurance. They repeated his words to her…his awful words at an odds with his beauty, his words that steeled her.
Deflower her? He never could. Her body was nothing more than a house for her spirit…he could break all her windows and run through all her doors, but she would keep her mind intact. That was why she couldn't let herself respond to him, for if she did she would be bartering her soul.
The air stopped as abruptly as it had begun. He dropped her unceremoniously and tore off his coat. He tossed it onto her lap.
Where was she? As if disorientated from staring at him, her eyes took their blessed time in adjusting to her surroundings. Then realization struck her like a slap in the face.
"What in God's name are you?" She gasped as she beheld the steeple towering above her.
"I, my dear, am what you have been waiting for since the day you were born. I am the first…man, you will know and the last…to mould your living flesh in his hands…I am the bane of mankind and I my dear…am going to break you." He chuckled grimly.
Thanks for reading;) A second chapter is forthcoming:D Reviews are always helpful…in fact suggestions, queries and just general comments are greatly appreciated. ;)