Danse Macabre

7

7

                Nothing is worse than having a dream so vivid that it seems real. I dreamt of Dracula and of being that blonde, milk pale version of myself. I dreamt of tattered linen, of chains and of Dracula's fangs. The entire dream felt like falling, even the ending, when I crumpled to my knees shot with an arrow. He loomed over me, and I whispered for him to drink me. He cried red tinted tears as he held me in the snow. He was reluctant, but I demanded and in the end he gave in. I felt myself die in the dream, I felt him suck the life from my body and with it something else. The death was quiet, and that quiet death brought me into consciousness.

                Groaning I opened my eyes and looked around my room. It was almost pitch black but my alarm clock said it was 10 am. I laid in the darkness and thought about the dream. Was Maria who gave Dracula his power? Did drinking her blood make him super-omni-vampire? Or was it that he killed her? I scooted to roll out of bed, and was stopped by a solid object blocking my path. Then, and only then did the night before come back to me. I had never slept next to a vampire before.

                I poked Aleksi, only to hear a soft low growl come from him.

    "Go back to sleep," he groaned, his arm falling over my body trapping me.

    "Some of us aren't nocturnal creatures."

    "Mhm, I was supposed to be at rehearsal. We were on the stage today."

    "Won't they be suspicious?" I asked nuzzling against his chest. "Your car is still here." I placed my hand against his chest, he was starting to cool.

    "Mm, we can deal with the consequences, Gregory is gone. He can't force Elizabeta's hand from his territory. And if Kendra complains I'll just turn her."

    "She'll probably look at it as a reward." My words brought a dark chuckle from his lips, a sound I wasn't certain I liked hearing.

    "I would make it very clear it wasn't a reward. Though, I think I'm going to thrall her regardless," his voice was calm and oh-so cool, but there was something about it which made me uncomfortable as I recalled Lyra who was Elizabeta's thrall.

    "What's a th-thrall?" I inquired as I placed a kiss on his chest, he shivered.

    "A thrall is a human who is completely bound to a vampire."

    "Like a servant?"

    "No, as a thrall Kendra would have no will of her own. She would be completely my puppet in every single way, like Lyra is for Elizabeta."

                I fell quiet and moved to pull away from him, my retreat was blocked by his hand on my back, holding me securely in place. Neither of us said anything. To me it seemed like a Thrall would be exactly what someone like Aleksi would want. Someone who would serve him unquestioningly. Someone who wouldn't stammer, stutter and pull away.

     "Thralls are no fun, and he suggested I turn her, so I probably should," he sighed out with a half growl.

     "But I thought you liked control?"

     "Oh, I do, Autumn my very own darling. But if something cannot say no, their submission just feels empty to me. Punishment is half of the fun, I look forward to the first time you cross me, and all of the different shades of pink, red and purple I'll turn your flesh for it. As well as the forgiveness you'll beg from me, and the absolute look of ecstasy on your face when you realize you craved the pain and correction," he whispered into the darkness as I pressed my knees together. That was exactly what I wanted ever since I knew it was an option. Because he's turned you on to deviant sex. He pressed his hips forward against mine, he wasn't hard but I suspected that had a lot to do with why his body was rapidly cooling. I could feel his pleasure mixing with mine, I couldn't have stopped the soft moan that escaped my lips if I wanted to.