Deep within the central region of Romania lies a sleepy little town called Transylvania. Known for its mountainous borders, medieval towns and timeless castles lies a force so powerful that not even the most bravest of men will not venture. Castle...
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Dracula
The next night when I awoke, I finally got a bird's eye view of what happened the other night. Tangled sheets, a makeshift bed on the floor surrounded by our clothes and an empty bottle of Vodka. Running my fingers through my hair, I smiled as I shook my head. While dozens of images came rushing to the surface. I looked over and found Nathan's spot empty but his scent still remained on the pillow. I reached for it and buried my face in it, inhaling his intoxicating aroma that my made my blood rush and my dick hard.
After a few minutes of just lying around bored, I got up and went in search of my fiancé. He wasn't in the bathroom, or the kitchen, or down by the beach where the boat was still docked. Instead, I found him in the pool as he made an entrance coming out of the water. His skin was slick with droplets of water sliding down his body. He wiped at his face with a towel then wrapped it around his waist as he turned to look at me. My eyes zoomed in on his neck, the carotid artery pulsating beneath the skin, calling to me.
I licked my lips. "Did you have a nice swim?"
"It was fine. But it would have been better if you were in there with me."
I stood in front of him, my hands on his waist. "Well, if you want. All you gotta do is ask."
He smiled. "Maybe later. Hey, are you feeling alright?"
"Never better. Why do you ask?"
"Because your skin is looking a little pale. When did you last feed?"
"A couple of days ago." I lied. "But what difference does it make, I'm not hungry."
"You have to eat, Dracula. I won't have my husband looking like a mummified skeleton."
Taking me by the hand, Nathan walked us over to a medium-sized daybed made entirely out of teak with a well-sanded finish while the exposed hardware is finished in stainless steel. Laying down on his back, he turned his head to the side, exposing his neck. I crawled on top of him and leaned in close, placing a kiss as I felt his body tense. My fangs ached, throbbing to the point of pain. I closed my eyes for a moment to steady myself and without thinking, sank my teeth into my mate as a soft moan escaped his lips.
I drank slowly to savior the taste of him. God, he tasted good. His blood pooled in mouth like a fine liquor much better than the vodka we had last night. With each gulp, his blood coated my throat and traveled throughout my digestive system, quenching my thirst. When I sensed my fill was nearing full capacity I retraced my fangs and sat up but not before sealing the bite wound closed with a drop or two of my own blood. Nathan remained motionless for a while, his were lids closed but his breathing was normal.
Suddenly, a wave of pain gripped my brain like someone was trying to split it in half. I groaned as the pain got worse and forced myself to run back into the house. I ran to the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror were a trickle of blood appeared from my nose as I touched it with my fingers. What the fuck? The pain raged on inside my head even forcing me to drop to my knees as my body started to convulse. But as I struggled to regain control, I heard what sounded like Nathan screaming as his face appeared in front of me.
