The Final Bride of Dracula

Chapter Three

A gripping stab of anger and fear courses it's way through her body. Vladimir took her hand and lead her on the dance floor.
His right hand grasped hers and his left was on the small of her back.

"You are so, very beautiful Alandra. I just won't let some pondscum of a creature sweep you off of your feet." A cruel remark almost flew from her tongue but she held it.  She made no move to fight no it would be frivolous, she was the puppet, he held the the strings of. She couldn't stand him. She was positively annoyed and revolted by his existence.

"You deserve much more than that," The cool continuation of his words floated around her.

Alandra glared at Vladimir.

"You are better than pondscum?" Alandra fired back.

Vladimir seemed unfazed by her snark.

" Hmm, yes I am."

He spun her once more.

" You don't sound so sure of your self Vladimir,"

He laughed, it would have been a pleasant sound if she wasn't building this experience on a pile of growing hatred for this man.

Vladimir tucked a strand of Alandra's lose brown hair from her face.

A shutter rippled it's way across her skin. Alandra couldn't decided if it was from pleasure or disgust.

Alandra's green gown trailed the floor a she danced with this villain.

" Why am I here?"

" You are her because, I want you to be mine. And no one else's."

Alandra gave him a pointed glare. " Well I thought you already had brides."

Vladimir smiled.

" For that is a myth, they are merely my creations that have become infatuated with me."

Alandra rolled her eyes. " You disgust me. I will never be yours."

Vladimir seemed to grow angry with this. For his motions became faster, less fluent.

His face became etched from stone.

" You will be what ever say you will be." He said into her neck.

Vladimir pulled back.