Dracula Chapter 1018:47 Dec 17 2017
Times Read: 585
NSFW, mature content.
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"My name isn't Daniel Hurst."
The now unnamed man said, sitting on Aubrey's couch, cup of oolong in hand.
"Figured that. Most authors don't use their birth name."
Aubrey sat at the kitchen table behind him, her own hands wrapped around a cup of chamomile.
"It is nowhere near my birth name."
Aubrey got the feeling she should have been taking this more serious than blasé...
"Okay. Is it that bad?"
Daniel's name invoked provocation, his truth not that of a 'normal' civilian. He'd made the decision to tell her, scepticism plain in her features, that the man knew.
He paused, restrained, starting with the basics.
***
"My name is Vlad III Tepes, given the moniker Dracul after joining The Order Of The Dragon. I do not recall my true birth date, only the year, 1431. I was murdered in 1476."
Aubrey remained stoic.
"I was right about the age you look then. I do enjoy being right."
"My brother Radu had my sons murdered, my wife imprisoned. I was forced to imbibe blood of the first true evil, summoned from blood sacrifice by myself. I murdered thousands without mercy, believing it for the greater good of Wallachia, Southern Carpathian. I was wrong. It was mindless, I was tricked by my own family, the demon summoned turned me into what modern day historians call 'the first vampire'." He grinned. "I am the first, the only. I cannot procreate as my body is dead, my heart ceased beating long ago, blood no longer fills my veins, organs rendered useless. I would not be surprised if they are rotted from the inside out."
His fellow wasn't quite sure what to say here, deeming apologetic niceties pointless.
"That's, unpleasant..."
"I am unpleasant. Historians were right to see me as a menace for decades. However, I have not attacked any human, nor animal, no one is my 'prey.' I sought donors over the years, each tested, wounds sterilised. I cut only if they gave their permission."
Vlad was curious as to whether or not Aubrey would voice questions, utter ones he'd heard countless times.
"Cut? As in knife?" She shook her head, brunette waves falling. "No. You come off as a scalpel kind of man. Gloves, scalpel, antiseptic wipes, needles maybe? Surgeon. Surgical precision needed there, don't want to hit arteries, blood would spurt everywhere..."
"And what if I do?" The man's tone spoke rehearsed warning. "I have my vices, that is one of them. Humans enjoy waterfalls, being under them. I enjoy blood falls. Bleeding someone dry grew tiresome. Dripping it far exceeds expectation. It demands my full attention," he tilted his head, "lest I miss a drop. Scrubbing scarlet off wood is time consuming."
"Tell the girls that before they end up alone with you or during?"
"Neither. Before any acts, one must agree."
"Advertise in newspapers? Confidential section no one really reads?"
"Hospitals, actually. They screen blood, store it correctly. I purchase stock from there."
Aubrey simpered.
"You expected me to ask the obvious, start whinging, begging you not to kill me, correct?"
Vlad half nodded, curt.
"The latter, you don't strike me the innocent, virginal sort. The former? Perhaps, though I consider you an adversary in terms of the mind." The man smirked, holding his cup to his lips. "They are not so innocent, virgins. It amuses me so."
Aubrey sputtered, tea cascading onto her lap.
"Fuck no! Innocent? If Heaven and Hell exist, the Devil would fear me. I'm no withering, blithering idiot, a product of society telling me to blow job men, expect nothing in return other than lying on my back, pretending to enjoy their efforts. Virginal? Not by choice, contrary to Savannah's view. Its been barren down there for years, desert dry. Haven't had a sex drive in so long, I reckon I've got that 'dead vagina' syndrome. Not quite rotting, I do have some pride. I got bored of sex, and I'm willing to bet blood letting, the act of consuming it isn't sexual, on your part?"
Vlad bellowed, Daniel's practically delicate wafting chuckles buried, thrown out in place of his real identity.
"'Dead vagina?' Amusing, worrying. I highly doubt that is true. You simply found weak willed men, who have been told they are gods that should be obeyed in every way they want, that women are merely holes for their use, in whichever way they desire. I'd advise finding a man who will fuck but respect you at the same time. Sex is dull. Romance is dead, not you. Did society tell you to keep your legs closed?"
"Yes. They had no idea my favourite position is with my legs closed. The hole isn't where they think it is. Its fucking brilliant, but rather sad too..."
"Let me guess." The man finished his brew, standing, walking to the kitchen to make another. He looked over his shoulder, placing a teabag into his cup. "Spoon."
Aubrey nodded.
"I am that predictable?"
"It was either that, or man behind you, whilst you stand."
"That would batter my hips, specially at the kitchen worktop. My favourite colour is purple, I would prefer my skin to remain, peach? No bloody clue what shade it is. All I know is its a pain in the arse. Every makeup shade is wrong, I end up Oompa Loompa..."
***
The man's next move threw her. After brewing his second cup of tea, he took her hand, pulling her up with his forward momentum. He let go, sitting casually on the couch, usual grace replaced with lax limbs.
"Only one way to find that out."
Aubrey caught on quick.
"Eh, its a tad cold to be stripping, don't you think?"
Vlad grinned, eyes sparkling. The secretary could have slapped herself with her statement, feeling pitifully dumb.
"Fuck you, you know what I mean."
"Freezing temperatures bother me little. If you are distressed that I will appraise you, as a pawnbroker would a ring, I will readily undress with you."
Aubrey's mouth dropped.
"Really? Don't tell me you just want to show me ancient penis? Sounds grim. Although, must be long enough, as you had kids. I, er, lets just say I have knowledge of one that there was no way it would even go in, let alone that."
"Ancient? Judge for yourself."
"Woah! Okay. Look," Aubrey reasoned, "I hold no issues with undressing, or you giving a crap. You can see I'm curvy. Wouldn't say large, I'd say apple, with a bit bitten out, at the bottom. Massive thighs see, bane of every female member of my family."
"Seeing is with eyes. All mine see is a white button up, grey cardigan, with a grey pencil skirt and tights. Dressed for work at home?"
"Says the man who's dressed like an aristocrat all the time. Hell, if you rolled up your sleeves, I may just faint. Rather not hit my head on the table on the way down..." She rolled her eyes. "Fine."
"You make it sound like an order."
"You were a ruler, were you not? You asked, therefore I do?"
"If I were that way inclined, I'd have been halfway across the room, undressing you."
"Get naked and be done with it?" The woman giggled. "What am I doing?" She voiced, popping each button as she went. "Explains why I haven't seen you eating, why you gave me that chocolate bar." She recalled the morning after that night, eating the sweet for breakfast. "I'd forgotten to pick up bread, so I had that for breakfast." She draped the cardigan over the back of a chair. The button down shirt was next. "I have zero idea why I am doing any of this..."
"Don't. You're unsure, so, that means you should reconsider this."
"Is it odd that, despite what you've just said, I kinda trust you more? Being honest about that can't have been easy."
Vlad mused, moustache twitching.
"Gazing at a naked woman makes it easier."
Aubrey yanked the last button open, it flew off, skittering under a cabinet.
Fuck it, she countered. She'd sew it back on later...
***
"Gazing? That's at art gallery works. Looking is less poncy. Museum time piece, considered art?"
"Art is subjective." Vlad looked the woman up and down. "I would call that bra prideful, however."
Aubrey looked down, her chest peeking out from above maroon lace cups, beginning just at the nipple line.
"If I move, these will pop right on out."
She frowned, the garment's padding adding size that would be missing once she took it off...
***
"Don't laugh. They're handfuls of the fruit variety, not gala variety."
The man's blues turned fiery.
"Laugh?" He stood. "You think me five? A grown man would not laugh at size. I wasn't taught to hold disdain. I have looked upon quite the number of women in my time..."
Aubrey's eyes fell to the floor.
"Good for you."
Vlad ignored that.
"Each, every one different, in their own way. Only once did I turn one away."
"Did she want you to prove you are who you say you are?"
"She had a husband, wanted him to watch and me to 'turn her.' That isn't how it works. For that to occur, I would need to drain the offering, replace their blood with my own, feed them at the same time I eat. That, and I filed my teeth down..."
Aubrey coughed.
"Shit. Fangs? Really? I can believe the rest of it, but that is bull. No one has fangs. Least you don't glow, look like an extra from The Matrix, give it all the 'brooding, I'm a bad fucker, who skulks in darkness' and shit like that."
Vlad picked up her clothing, handing it back to her.
"In certain lighting, my skin can have the appearance of glowing."
Aubrey took her clothes, placing them on the table.
"Translucent skin? I have that. Its all fun and games till people get freaked out when my veins are visible. What was the point of me getting half naked, by the way?"
"You claim to no longer enjoy male company, that they are droll, full of it, spouting compliments only because they want your clothes off. Now, half of your body is nude, yet, have I charmed them off you for gain? To 'have my way?'"
The woman shook her head.
"You trust me? Don't appear to mind my presence, my eyes."
"Well, yes, they aren't wandering, glazed over. That, and your hands are above your waist. Its funny when guys think I can't notice them masturbating. I can. Its jerky, conspicuous as splattering all over the train door in front of them".
Vlad despised men of today, their brains clearly in the wrong head.
"Different generation, Aubrey. Men today feel entitled. I nothing more than respect. It takes more than the mere sight of a woman to do much for me. Much more. Otherwise, I'd be hunched, breathing heavily."
"You get like that too? Unless I'm lying down..."
"I can also smell you".
Aubrey stepped back, vaguely registering the cuff of her shirt was in her tea, now stained yellow...
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"Well, THAT wasn't creepy at all. Nope." She made a face. "Do I smell okay? I don't use soap there, only water. Was told after a painful UTI that soap plus vagina does not mix, and I really ought to pee after showers and baths, just in case."
"Sweet, you're ovulating."
"Somebody's been reading the gynaecologist 101 manual. Sweet, huh? Aww, aren't you kind?"
She was teasing, but Vlad chose to bite the bait.
"I'm toxic."
"But its in my veins. Oh no!"
Vlad raised a brow, quirking a corner of his mouth.
"I know you're hinting..."
The woman sighed.
"Not sure if I even can anymore..."
Aubrey turned, facing the kitchen counter.
"You could, if you want. Let me drive."
She grabbed her tablet, typing in Vlad's name.
"Didn't you," she confirmed it, "murder thousands of people?" She frowned, pointing at the sink. "You can wash those hands, or they're not going anywhere near me."
Vlad rolled up his sleeves. His 'friend' feigned faint.
"I did, though hygiene was my second priority."
He washed his hands meticulously.
"First?"
He picked up a tea towel.
"My wife, Justina."
"Aww." Moments later, something hit her. "I thought you said your last girlfriend was called Justina? Wife is a bit more than girlfriend." She began typing again. "Wow. She looks like Margot, when she was in her twenties. Radiant, cheeks rosy, a refined grace there."
"That's with aforementioned lead paint on her face. She was required by her Mother to wear it. She was far more radiant without it, healthier too. It poisoned her, over time. I miss her. She was one of the few people who composed me, she found clarity within me, brought it to the fore. She saw more than the barbarian. She, somehow loved him."
Aubrey hit 'back', seeing the pictures one would see, paintings of Vlad in his formative years.
"I doubt I am akin to her. Not that I would try to be. By the way, that moustache is glorious. Those eyebrows need plucking. My tweezers are in my room."
She stumbled, a hand shooting onto her back seconds later. She squeaked.
"Hey, you are cold! But you washed with warm water? I don't fucking know anymore, other than this skirt is bothering me. How do women walk in this? There's a damn stitch up the back, tightening it around my knees. I'm hobbling like a drunkard."
That rogue hand was on her zip before she could utter another word.
"Take it off then."
Aubrey scrambled to recall when her last waxing appointment had been...
***
"Its just hair, Aubrey." Vlad reassured. "Unless its long enough to strangle me, I can handle it." The rest he mumbled, as he slid the zip down once she'd given the go ahead. "I've had beard hairs longer, trust me."
"I do," the woman exclaimed, nerves creeping in, "not sure I trust my legs though. I've gone all funny."
She was hoisted up, into wiry arms she thought would break with a gust of wind...
"I have that effect on women."
He placed her down gently onto the couch, helping her out of the skirt.
"Smug prick."
Vlad winked.
"I did warn you..."
***
It fell quiet, Aubrey staring at Vlad cautiously, then her crotch.
"These aren't quite as old as you. Surprised myself by getting into them".
She referred to matching maroon shorts, high cut in the back.
"Shit. Its been far too long. I'm nervous."
"Its been longer for me than you. I'm complex, my needs aren't as base as most. I know what works, what doesn't. Let me drive here..."
Aubrey filled in the blanks.
"But listen, see what you do, observe. I will."
She grabbed the spare flesh of her stomach.
"Its gotten squishy. Hey," she perked up, "least you don't have to worry about breaking me. Tree trunks for legs, stable, sturdy frame."
Vlad took her hands, azure shores disagreeing.
"Earlier stumble aside." His amusement vanished. "Stop. Think on this, the present. The past will make you dry up."
She coughed, snorting. Moving her hips, she felt something familiar.
"Actually, I think I'm doing good in that department. When do I get to see you then? No fair."
The secretary folded her arms. Vlad chuckled heartily, leaning down, letting Aubrey open the buttons.
She did so, whilst avoiding making noise in response to being bitten just below her jaw.
"Hey, vampire boy. You didn't ask. I mean," she squirmed, hands shaking with arousal. "it's bloody nice, making me squirm. I'm lava here..."
The man ceased, moving back up, radiator warmth hitting his chest upon the last button being popped.
"It wouldn't draw blood. And, please. Don't call me boy..."
"Dragon boy?"
Vlad growled, Aubrey's stomach twisting.
"If it gets you to do that once more, I'll say..."
The man attempted to kiss her. She dismissed his advances.
"That's romance. Not what I need. Ask me," she fluttered eyelashes, eyes brewing up a storm, pupils huge, "Vlad number three."
Despite himself, Vlad laughed.
"May I," he started off eloquently, slipping back into long lost thick accent, its effect immediate, "find out exactly what you need, teach you to seek pleasure when you want to, without feeling a deviant? Fuck it into you?"
Aubrey nodded.
"It would help if you took your slacks off. I'll just..." she wriggled her hips, hands on the edges of the fabric, legs flexing around the man's hips, "voila! I'll need some assistance. Keep talking. These came off way too easily."
She winked, putting her elbows behind her, propping herself up.
"Don't worry," she whispered down his ear, "I won't look."
She kept her word, keeping her head over the man's shoulder.
***
Slim fingers ventured where she needed them, followed by a mouth, both finding not yet 'dead' parts of her.
Aubrey would be lying if she said she wasn't pent up. Tears sprung from the corners of her eyes, hazing over greys with the force.
***
She swore loudly several times, all but sweating, the couch cushions spoiled, heaving out gasps by the time sex occurred. The man had spent a good half hour prepping her, discovering every weakness, employing tricks, conquering any hill she struggled to climb with ease. When she tried to reciprocate, Vlad was having none of it, as of now.
When it happened, it was the best thing since peanut butter on freshly baked, still warm bread. He wasn't at all selfish, reputation proceeding him.
This was fucking fantastic, the most fun she'd had in years.
***
"I don't know what the fuck just happened, but I know I bloody well enjoyed it. Shit." Aubrey tugged on Vlad's beard. "Curious." Kissing him felt different to what she'd thought it would. Not a single facial hair felt like sandpaper. She found that out the fun way. He tasted of tea, hints of bourbon, underlined by her. She tasted like toffee, that a strange but happy thought. No one wanted to taste bitter...
She caught herself laughing.
***
"Can't say I'm bitter anymore."
Oozing, melting skies held more intent.
"I had my blood tested a year ago, for iron deficiency. It all came back clear. You can try some."
Vlad accepted. He kissed her, staying nude, getting up, walking towards the coat rack. Aubrey grinned at her silly reaction, as if she'd never lain eyes on a naked man...
***
"Does it really change taste when I am ovulating?"
"It does. Its purer, less metallic than most believe. Its like the sweetest, natural honey."
"Huh." The woman stood, grabbing her underwear, taking it into the bathroom, throwing them into the wash basket. "I ought to clean up. I can wash your clothes too."
She used the bathroom, unaware of what her companion was doing. He was getting out an unopened packet containing a scalpel, one containing gloves, and an alcohol wipe packet.
***
When she exited, wearing a fluffy rose pin bathrobe, she brought another one with her, this one ribbed navy cotton.
"Figured pink isn't your colour. Only got your face in the portraits, but I distinctly recall a lack of pink fluff. Its slim, but you're skinny as, so..."
"I'd be pulling it out of every crevice. Also," he kissed her, putting implements down onto the kitchen table, "that's what portraits are, dear."
Grey spectrum darkened.
"Screw off." She sat down, watching Vlad put on the dressing gown. "Where's the best place to cut, so it doesn't bleed too much? There's enough on my period for several women."
"Upper forearm, just above collarbone, the outer thigh, Inner has quite a few arteries. Learned that the messy way. Your period would not concern me in the slightest. It is not unclean, popular to myth."
Aubrey cheered.
"Too right it isn't! We work damn hard to be clean, especially that time of the month."
She inched closer as the man prepared to wash his hands again, grabbing some kitchen roll afterwards.
"That mean you'd go down on me? Cause orgasms are known for easing cramps...with a towel down, of course."
"Clean you up?" He winked. "Sure thing."
"I'll make sure to call you. Vagina call, since I don't do 'booty' stuff."
Vlad sat, putting on the gloves.
"My neck." The woman's decision was made. "Its rather erotic. Get me squirming again."
The scalpel was removed from the plastic. Aubrey moved closer, tilting her head. A nip, bloom of pain a hiss, that was what left her mouth, whisked away swiftly by cool tongue, stomach muscles jumping around, legs crossing. Dressing gown fabric was welcomed friction on the seat.
***
Curling a fist around one of his, morbidly fascinated by the man's actions. Her other hand gripped onto the table.
Aubrey now understood why some played vampire, fetish play. The real thing went beyond any expectations she'd had earlier, or watched in porn...
Her cut was cleaned, a bandage put over it carefully. Vlad lay her back down on the couch, lying under her.
"Do you feel okay?"
Aubrey moved into the hand weaving through her hair.
"I'm more than good." She hummed contentedly. "You are an odd one, dear Sir, wouldn't have it any other way. Nothing to Savannah. She'll hound me for days on details."
"Or Margot. I suspect she already knows."
"Knows? That sounded serious."
Vlad put his chin on the to Aubrey's head.
"Was this a one time thing? I had hoped not."
Cheekiness rushed out of an immature mouth.
"Not with your skill, it isn't. I hate vanity, but you have an excuse to be, so, I'll let it slide." She let out a relaxed sigh. "Stay here for a bit?"
Vlad concurred, arms keeping her close.
"We'll talk more another time." He whispered. "Rest, for now..."
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