DRACULA: A VERY SPECIAL FLAVOUR

Immortal vows - part three

AND STILL SOMEWHERE IN SOUTHERN GERMANY, 1862

The moon was radiant. The air was still. The only sound was the foxes screaming in the woods. Zara-Eloise sat up in bed and looked towards the french doors. There had been a gentle rap.

Somewhat on the weak side, she slid herself out of bed, and went over to the doors and unlocked them. Count Dracula was leaning on the door-frame with a lopsided grin, "why, hello..."

Zara smiled sweetly at him, "you are late you naughty boy"

Dracula chuckled and grabbed her by the shoulders, his eyes hungry for her neck, "there was this little peasant girl I visited..."

"you cheated..."

Dracula's eyes yearned for that jugular of hers, "ohhh it was only little cheat...she was nothing to get excited over, her flavour was dreadfully plain..."

Zara licked her lips and tilted her head to one side and pulled her hair back, "I think I'd like to go all the way tonight..."

Dracula looked like he was fit to burst, "ohhh you tease..."

"Do you want me...?"

"Yes"

"you promise me my dreams..."

Dracula swallowed down, eyes fixed adoringly at her beating neck pulse, "of course...anything for you"

She raised her hand and touched Dracula's cheek, he in turn took her hand and kissed it and moved down to her pulse in her wrist.

He looked at her, "May I?"

"To start off with...then you can go further"

He closed his eyes and set his fangs down onto the soft vein and started to drink, and Zara gasped to the heavens like she was about to orgasm.

She closed her eyes and like so many nights before, she wasn't on the balcony anymore. She was somewhere else.

She was dressed in white. She looked up to the ugly gargoyles hanging greedily off the gantries of the arches of the church. This was a really old church. This was a wedding venue.

Zara heard the church-organ play and she was carried by what only can be described as invisible hands down the aisle. Dracula was waiting for her. There was no congregation. Just Dracula, dressed in a smart black dress suit with a blood red rose withering on his lapel. Zara moved to his side and she looked up at him. Dracula smiled...his dark eyes seeming to smile at her. He looked up ahead and pointed.

In some old castle somewhere, she and Dracula were dancing. He held her eyes as he swept her across the flagstones like she was floating, "Your dancing is majestic"

Dracula smiled at her, "I have had years of practice. How I love to dance. I can't remember the last time...oh yes...her name was Valeria and she was so beautiful..."

"As beautiful as me?"

"Oh, come now, I don't like to make comparisons...it wouldn't be fair...oh, how I wanted Valeria...we danced on her birthday...she was so fair...so warm and had the smoothest of skin...so soft, and that tiny little pulse...it called to me...I wanted to taste her so badly..."

Zara-Eloise detected sadness in his eyes as they stopped dancing, "...what happened to her?"

He looked at her and shrugged, "She stayed mortal..."

Zara was breathing hard as she stared into his dark eyes, "have me...like you wanted to have her..."

Dracula took this as an invitation and lowered his mouth to her full lips and kissed her softly, she responded and then he moved his lips down to the pulse of her neck. He paused, then opening his mouth wide, his fangs sunk into her jugular.