Blood of the Thorn

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This story is recommended for mature audiences. Please be aware that this story contains some scenes with graphic content that relate to:

-Depictions of sexual content.

-Alcohol consumption.

-Depictions of blood and gore.

-Depictions of sexual assault and rape.

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Mina was with Dracula in the chapel, tears streaming down her face as she thrust the blade into his heart and confirmed his death by decapitating him. Her truest love, murdered by her own hand. You could feel what Mina felt by the torment painted on her face. Devastated by the loss of her soulmate, yet relief for Dracula's trapped soul which was now free. An incredible mix of emotions, all the result of true love.

The film ended and the credits rolled onto the theater screen. I sat still in my seat contemplating the many love scenes I had just watched portrayed in Bram Stokers Dracula. I was quite familiar with the story, as this must be about the dozenth time I had seen this film. Lust, passion, and love. All emotions I was never able to experience for myself.

I have watched and read countless stories all about the joys and pains of true everlasting love. The indescribable passion people experience as their soulmate stares into their eyes, and the anguishing pain they feel when that love is lost. I would never get to experience either of those things. I was incapable of connecting with someone romantically like other people could. I watched countless people around me find love and then be torn into pieces when their hearts were broken.

But though there was the risk of pain, I longed to feel what real love could feel like.

In a way I had experienced love along with the pain, suffering, and longing that came with it. But only when I thought of my parents. They had met their death in a freak accident while traveling in British Columbia just nine years ago. I had numbed myself after that. No one had been able to penetrate my frozen heart. My parents had that ultimate true love that you see in the movies, they were a perfectly romantic couple that would have made fools of even Mina and Dracula.

The buzzing of my cell interrupted my vain thoughts. I read the screen, it was my friend and coworker Kristen. She had been one of the first models I shot photos of for my employment for the popular alternative clothing brand Muenster Thredding Company. She was a very tall and slim woman with dark deep skin and bright green eyes. Her hair was always worn stick straight, cut just above the shoulder, and always parted down the middle. Her left forearm was tattooed with various anime characters that crawled all the way up her throat and went down her back. We had become great friends as soon as we had started working together nearly seven years ago.

"Hello?", I answered as the lights in the theater started to brighten.

"Drea! Happy Halloween!", Kristen responded with great enthusiasm. It was our favorite holiday after all.

"Happy Halloween, what's up?", I responded, much less excitement in my voice than I knew she had expected from me.

"Ummm, not much...what are you doing? Have you put on your costume yet? I can't wait to see you and Grant in your Catwoman and Batman suits!"

I exhaled loudly, dreading what I would have to tell her next. Not because I was upset, but because I knew she would blow the whole situation out of proportion.