Crimson † Chess (Vlad Dracula)

Return ( 10)

Gabriel looked out and across an alpine field in full bloom with flowers. She was picking some, as the sunshine was warm with a slight breeze. The air was fresh and let a long sigh out. It was so peaceful...this must be heaven or Valhalla or some unearthly paradise free from 'Him'.

Several wild rabbits were eating clover. The girl sat down and flopped in the sweet smelling clover . The bunnies continued to hop and eat around her resting body. One even scampered across her chest. She giggled.

It was so beautiful here. The sky was blue and white clouds floated on the breeze. Gabriel wanted to see if one of the rabbits would let her pet it. She sat and gently put her fingers out. It licked them and then the rabbit froze.

"It's okay..."

The rabbits bolted in all directions as Gabriel heard the sound of a stallion knickering. Her head shot up and her eyes went to the top of the hill she had walked down just a bit ago. Her breath caught in her throat. It was 'Him' sitting on a black warhorse, dressed in medieval clothes.

His left hand rested on the pommel of a sword. The girl jumped to her feet, flowers still in her apron. It can't be 'Him'. I'm dead! I died! It can't be!

"No...no..no" Gabriel cried "not you. I'm dead, you can't be here."

Her answer was a chilling laugh and crooked smile full of arrogance. Gabriel dropped the flowers and hiked her skirt up. She was in peasant clothes, a simple dress nonetheless and not pants for running in.

Her heavy breathing couldn't drown out the hooves of the warhorse chasing after her. She kept telling herself not to look back but focus on a nearby forest, in her sights. Maybe his horse was too big for the dense forest and she could give 'Him' the slip. Her desperate thought was answered.

"Draga mea you will Never 'give me the slip' again..."

Intense pain came from her head as he fisted his gloved hand in her thick hair and lifted her from the ground. Her hands rose up to grab his hand as her feet kicked frantically in groundless air.

"No! You bastard! Let me go! You fucking bastard!" she screamed as he pulled her up to the saddle. She went to trying to kick him.

"No? That hurts. I was known for being quite a good host to my guests but you don't stay long enough for me to entertain you let alone 'woo' you," he laughed heartily.

"Fuck you Ţepeş!" as her right foot connected with his thigh.

"Yes, that is my plan if you would just stop struggling and accept..." with a smile.

The kick had hurt slightly.

"Accept what? You? No! I will defy you every waking moment I have!" she kicked him again and this time it was the groin.

"Aah yes, a love tap from my little cottontail. You make me so horny..." he shook her to remind her he had by the hair.

Gabriel cried out in pain as her adrenaline faded from her system. The Vampire lifted her into the saddle and on his lap. He groaned when she settled on him. His left arm held her tight and he couldn't resistant grinding his erection against her. The vampire lowered his head and nuzzled her cheek.

"All I want is one little kiss... surely no harm in that?"

"No, vampires have unhealthy oral fixations and for some reason, unnatural long tongues...."

Vali chuckled, "So very clever for your age, little profiler."

He placed his nose in the nap of her neck and took her scent, from her hair, in. An involuntary, deep rumbling growl vibrated from his chest. He thought nothing of it until he noticed the girl stifle a gasp and her back trying to arch.