ptv oneshots

my dracula lover-5

Warning: 18+ gore content. Don't read it if you get triggered with mature content.

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The next time Meerab awakens, she finds herself in an unfamiliar place, her hands secured tightly to the bedpost with heavy cuffs. The realization sends a surge of anger and frustration through her.

"What the fuck," she mutters, her voice a mixture of defiance and disbelief.

Murtasim, who had been watching over her, startles at her sudden awakening. His expression is a mix of concern and caution as he approaches her cautiously.

"You were uncontrollable, Meerab," he begins, his voice tense. "You wanted to kill me."

Meerab's lips curl into a bitter smile. "I still want to kill you," she retorts, her tone sharp with lingering animosity.

Murtasim sighs heavily, his gaze searching hers. "In vampiric age, you are a baby," he explains calmly, though his eyes betray a hint of fear. "Inexperienced, uncontrollable. I need to teach you how to control this blood thirst before you murder someone."

Meerab's laughter rings hollow in the room, a mix of amusement and self-loathing. She remembers the rush of power, the taste of fear and blood on her lips. It fills her with both thrill and disgust, a conflicting storm of emotions she struggles to reconcile.

"Teach me?" she scoffs, her voice tinged with defiance. "Or lock me away like an animal?"

Murtasim meets her gaze steadily, his own resolve firm. "I want to help you, Meerab," he insists earnestly. "But you need to learn control. You have the potential for greatness, but without it, you will only bring destruction."

Meerab considers his words, the weight of her actions settling heavily upon her. She knows he speaks the truth, even as resentment simmers beneath the surface. The realization dawns on her that she must confront her inner demons and master her newfound abilities, or risk losing herself to the darkness forever.

With a reluctant nod, she acknowledges his point. "Fine," she concedes begrudgingly. "Teach me."

Murtasim nods in return, a flicker of relief crossing his features. He moves closer, his demeanor cautious yet determined. "We'll start with the basics," he begins, his voice gentle but firm. "Focus, restraint, understanding your limits."

As Murtasim begins to outline a plan for Meerab's training, the atmosphere in the room shifts from tense confrontation to a tentative cooperation. Meerab listens intently, her mind grappling with the enormity of what lies ahead. Despite her initial resistance, a part of her recognizes the necessity of learning to control her newfound abilities.

"We'll start with meditation," Murtasim suggests, his voice calm and reassuring. "It will help you focus your thoughts and emotions, to channel your instincts without being overwhelmed by them."

Meerab nods silently, absorbing his words. She knows that meditation will be a crucial tool in gaining mastery over her impulses, allowing her to find clarity amidst the storm of vampiric urges.

"Next," Murtasim continues, "we'll work on feeding. It's essential to maintain your strength without succumbing to the bloodlust."

The mention of feeding sends a shiver down Meerab's spine. She remembers the intoxicating rush of her first feed, the primal satisfaction mingled with guilt. She knows she must learn to feed responsibly, to avoid harming innocents in her quest for sustenance.

"We'll also explore your powers," Murtasim adds, his tone becoming more animated. "Telepathy, enhanced senses, and physical prowess. Each gift comes with its own challenges and rewards."