Final Request

Fulfilled

Darkness. That was all that surrounded her. Blissful empty darkness wrapped around her like a gossamer blanket as she drifted deeper and deeper into the awaiting oblivion. All the feelings of despair and loneliness that had so cruelly governed her every waking moment over the last decade were gone, her mind was free.

Somewhere in the bottomless depths, she could hear the sound of a heartbeat, her heartbeat getting slower and slower until it was barely there.

She was dying.

"Forgive me'' Came a familiar voice which echoed in the endless dark around her.

She tried to focus but the words seemed to dissolve before she could fully comprehend them. As its muffled sound continued to reverberate, the comforting darkness was quickly being shattered and replaced with a blinding bright red. Those peaceful feelings of nothingness dissolved as a searing pain pulled her back from the void until the screaming in her head became the screams erupting from her throat.

...

Dracula had still been holding her in his arms when she suddenly began to cry out. He had barely fed her a mouthful but her lips now stained with his blood were open wide in agony and the vampire immediately began to question if he had made the right decision.

The woman in his clutches was convulsing as her body warred with itself. His tainted essence was quickly taking over her lingering humanity and violently tearing it away.

"Shhhhh it is alright it will be over soon." He whispered to her as he placed her gently back down onto the pillows, watching helplessly as this unholy baptism reached its climax.

He could hear her heart beating wildly with the new vampiric essence flooding her veins the last shreds of her mortality battled furiously against the unwelcome presence and after only a few more deafeningly hard beats it stopped.

And then she was still.

Moving off the bed away from her Dracula grabbed his clothes and quickly redressed himself, never taking his eyes off her.

Clara was completely motionless. Under the smudges of red her lips were completely blue. The count stood there utterly static, silently fearful he had been too late. Her blood had been so delicious that he had accidentally drained her to the point of death.

After what felt like an eternity he finally saw the familiar white sheet of supernatural perfection wash over her naked body.

Her skin changed from deathly pale to a beautiful polished marble. Her hair became thicker and the ash blonde hue became even more vibrant and glossy almost brass. The holes on her neck healed and the blood vanished but small scars were left in their wake forever marking her as his. And finally, her mouth silently opened and a pair of fresh fangs descended from her canines.

The count could only stare at her in awe as he drank in her new vampiric visage. He didn't think it was possible for her to look more beautiful but there she was.

'Death certainly becomes her.' He mused to himself as her readjusted his hair.

It had been a very long time since he had made a new vampire but none of them could compare with the woman he saw in front of him.

But he wondered how far her new vampirism would affect her. Aside from the obvious physical alterations, more often than not the personality of the individual also changed.

Would she become heartless and bloodthirsty like Aleera? Or perhaps more reserved and level headed like Verona. Only time would tell. But if her human disposition was anything to judge by, he could foresee her being a formidable immortal.