A Twist Of A Vampire’s Fate XXV

I Surrender Unto You  
DRACON’S CASTLE    
Sighisoara, Romania    
The Next Day    
    
Dracon allowed the shower water to cascade over his body. The pain from the wounds to his upper chest wall has already healed. He ducked his bent head under the shower nozzle.    
     
The image of Vacome laying on top of his ex-wife did not comfort his conscious. He wiped his goatee down. He wished he could turn Naynina, he wanted her all to himself, now that Vacome, has entered the picture. He did not have any assurance as to where their future was heading. He had an idea where to start. He stepped back and lifted the bar of robe soap from off the embedded soap dish. Dracon washed his body, vigorously.    
     
VASILE TABARCA’S RESIDENCE    
Sighisoara, Romania    
     
Vacome’s mother inspected the healing wounds to Vacome’s chest, abdomen, and his neck.    
     
“I demand to know who has brought this shame among this clan. I will have his head.”    
     
Vacome looked around the surrounding other members of the Tremere Clan. He looked over at Vasile.    
   
Vasile looked away.    
     
“It was a blind attack; I did not get to see the man in his manly form.”    
     
Valan looked over at Vacome.    
     
“Vacome, what is this shit that is circulating about some woman coming to your rescue.”    
     
“Yes, someone from the animal control, had this woman come to check to see if I was rabid.”    
     
Valan shook his head at his oldest brother’s fabrication.    
     
“We need to find this woman. Someone within the clan, is claiming she has some form of powers, to have healed you.”    
     
Vacome coughed. He looked over where Valan stood.    
     
“Whoever advised you of that was very well misinformed. No one healed me, other than myself.”    
     
Vasile sniffed the air.    
     
“Whoever this woman is, she must be found. The blood that reeks from your pours, smells of some form of a vampire hybrid.”    
“Mother, everyone, I need to speak with my oldest brother in private.”    
     
Several members of the Tremere Clan stepped to the side of Vacome’s bed, leaned downward, and singly gave Vacome a fist-to-fist dab.      
     
“If you need us, we’re here.”    
“Thanks men.”    
“What is a brotherhood for.”    
     
Each clan member dashed out the guest bedroom in a quickened haste.    
     
“Mother and Vasile.”    
     
Vacome’s mother rose from the bed. She lifted her basket of herbs, roots, and homemade salve. She quickly exited the bedroom.    
     
“You need anything, if not, I need to take care of something.”    
     
Vacome palmed his goatee down.    
     
“Vasile, how is the love affair brewing between...” Vacome snapped his two fingers. “Oh, yeah, Naynina.”    
“I’m still working on it. As we speak, I’ve consulted with a witch.”    
Valan and Vacome looked at one another, and then looked over at their brother.    
“For?” Vacome inquired.    
“I need to find a way to break that fucking spell the witch from centuries ago bestowed on Naynina’s mother. Once I find out and remedy that fact, I plan to turn her. I am desperate for her, and her blood. I keep thinking about her, smelling her presence. I had to use the Blood Bordello for most likely, tainted blood.”    
“Man, do you know what kind of characters, give unto their blood life supply for that almighty dollar, the low life individuals, you may want to make sure you get tested for Hepatitis V.”    
“Man, don’t worry about my fangs. I take care of mine, and the woman came highly recommended; as a matter of speaking, she was the one who passed along that insightful information about the witch. Her ancestral grandmother was a covenant witch, living in Salem.”    
“Visile speed up this conversation, I need to holler at Vacome.”    
“Later you two, oh, I thought we all could hang out later; I need music, dancing, a little honey who is willing to be my blood partner on her back for the remainder of the night.”    
“I’m in.”    
“Vacome.”    
     
Vacome looked at Vasile, and then looked over at Valan.    
     
“I’m there.”    
“Good, I will see you two later.”    
     
Vasile exited the guest bedroom.    
     
“Okay, Vacome, I suggest you stop this shit with Naynina, another word got back to me, she was the woman who healed you, I asked the others not to release that information. Put an end to this woman, your brother has designs on, before it corrupts your sense of moral obligation to this clan, and cause discord between you and our brother.”    
“Valan, I’m in love with her. I can’t stop thinking about her, when I was dying, she was the only woman’s face I wanted to see, needing to hear her voice; her blood completes me, her body pressed against mine, soothes me, and you ask me as a man to walk away from that.”    
“Yes, it will be best for this clan. Find another virgin.”    
“With Fairy Blood, yeah right, and the Fairy Blood I get high on right now is fine enough with me.”    
     
Valan palmed his chin down.    
     
“Dracon, did this shit to you.”    
     
Vacome refused to answer.    
     
“I thought that as much. Leave the woman to Dracon, have you forgotten centuries ago, she was once his wife.”    
“And dammit, my lover who she left him for.”    
“Oh, I get it now, you are trying to recreate some old century related bullshit; leave it alone bro, or trust me, it will lead to our downfall.”    
“I need rest until tonight, leave.”    
“Later.”    
     
Valan turned and zoomed his presence out the guest bedroom.    
     
“Sebestyn, I smell your presence. I do not understand none of this, when you wake up, you will have the sole responsibility of explaining, but for that to happen, I need for you open your eyes, and heal yourself, please.”  he remembered her words echoing out to him as he laid dying.  
 
“Naynina, I need you for a lifetime, I need only you to share in my word,” Vacome muttered under his breath.    
     
DRACON’S CASTLE    
Sighisoara, Romania    
     
Naynina pulled her rented vehicle up to Dracon’s residence. She really did not want to be here. To share space with someone who slept with her boyfriend, was repulsive, but her funds were dwindling.    
     
Dracon concealed his presence behind the velvet curtains. He watched Naynina push the door close to her vehicle. God she was still so beautiful, and her beauty was ageless; if only she really knew her true age. Dracon stepped back from the window. He looked around his bedroom. Since he smelled her arrival before she made her appearance. He looked over at the intimate table setting he had Mordecai to arrange for the two. It was time the two had a heart-to-heart talk.    
     
Dracon tuned his ears. He heard Mordecai permitting Naynina’s presence. He walked over to the door. He heard Professor Peeples’ voice.    
     
“Naynina, there is no excuse, for you to have wandered off. I have every inclination to send you packing. You were the captain of this archeological dig.”    
“I’m sorry, was the captain.”    
“If your classmates and myself, cannot count on you, then I had no other choice but to have assigned the captain duties to Mimi.”      
“Are you serious, Mimi.”    
“Yes, me, isn’t that right. Professor Peeples,” Mimi purred from behind.    
     
Naynina looked over Professor Peeples’ shoulder.    
     
Mimi stood in the arch of the Grand Sitting Room.    
     
Blinded by a whore’s touch, Naynina thought.    
     
“Very well, she could have the title. I’m tired, and the night I had, I could use a long hot bath.”    
     
Professor Peeples reached out and lifted Naynina’s hand.    
     
“We need to talk later in private.”    
     
Naynina looked up into Professor Peeples’ eyes. She saw desperation, and some other emotion she could not name.    
     
“How about we go out this evening. I need some air, and an ear.”    
“I would love to go out,” Mimi’s voice popped in.    
“The invitation is not extended to you. Professor Peeples, I will see you around six, is that acceptable?”    
     
Professor Peeples allowed Naynina’s hand to drop. He glanced down at his watch. His eyes returned to hers. “That would be fine.”    
Naynina walked over to where Mimi stood. She leaned forward.    
     
“You cross my path, or think about fucking with me, I swear, I would twist your tongue, permanently.” Naynina inched back. “Congratulations.”    
     
Naynina turned and flashed Professor Peeples a false smile. She stepped back, turned around, and walked over to the grand stairwell.    
     
Dracon met Naynina’s presence at the helm of the staircase. He sniffed the air. He smelled Vacome’s aroma on her presence.    
     
“I need to see you.”    
“Professor Constantine, I really could use a hot bath.”    
     
Naynina turned to walk away.    
     
“Are you in love with him, Vacome?”    
     
Dracon held his breath, knowing the answer in advance, but wanting her to confirm it.”    
     
Naynina stopped in her tracks. She turned around and returned to where Dracon stood.    
     
“Who is Vacome? I do not know this person you speak of.”    
“You know him as Sebestyn, he is Professor Vasile’s older brother. He is the head of the Tremere Clan.”    
“What…wait. I’m confused here. Tremere Clan.”      
“Yes, Vacome is the superior member to a clan of vampires.”    
     
Naynina looked at Dracon, she then belted out a laugh. She realized Dracon did not join in.    
     
“Vampires do not exist. I admit, this dig was an absent-minded attempt for those who believe in another form of species; a specie, who loves bloodletting, the thirst of human blood, but to actually sell me the concept, a vampire exist in this day and time is hilarious, and a waste of my intelligence.”    
“What if I could convince you otherwise, then what.”    
Naynina folded her arms across her chest.    
“I would like to know how.”    
     
Dracon wrapped his arms around Naynina’s waist.    
     
The next thing Naynina noticed. She was now inside Dracon’s bedroom. She heard the door slam close.    
     
“How…how did you do that.”    
“I’m a vampire as well.”    
“Professor Co…”    
     
Dracon covered Naynina’s lips. Ceasing all her future whys.    
Naynina’s arms slowly snaked themselves around Dracon’s neck.    
Dracon lifted his lips from off Naynina’s lips; he kissed the side of her neck. He kissed behind her earlobe.    
     
“Umm.” Dracon pulled Naynina’s body even closer to his.    
“I missed you in my bed last night.”    
“The night I had; I wish I was laying in your bed. Now back to this vampire.”    
     
Dracon kissed the side of Naynina’s neck, before licking her soft skin.    
     
“I’ve been hungering for your presence, your blood all night.”    
“I suppose, you are going to sink your fangs in me, as a vampire would.”    
“Since you asked.”    
     
Dracon’s fangs slowly released through the pulp of his upper gum. He was aroused, his fangs ascended longer, sharper. He will make her his for tonight, and once he seeks a witch to reverse her ruling of fortune, make her his forever.    
     
“I must admit, I hunger for your blood, maybe it’s a fetish, but not because you are a self-proclaimed vampire, it…its, a fetish of mine I have always indulged.”    
“I thought someone stated, they need a hot bath.”    
“Are you going to join me.”    
“Yes, right after I wish you a proper good morning.”    
     
Dracon inched his head back, and then forward. His fangs darted into Naynina’s neck.    
     
“Aww.”    
     
Dracon held Naynina’s body tighter to retain her body from twitching.    
Naynina’s body weakened as Dracon suckled the flow of her blood. Her pussy was getting wet. She dropped her hands down; fumbling to move the flaps aside of his robe. She wrapped her palm around an enormous extended manhood.    
     
Dracon lifted his fangs. He ripped Naynina’s blouse into half. He lifted her bra. He licked over a breast nipple. His palmed her lower back. He hands slid down. The force of his palms, yanked her skirt down.      
     
The shredded garment fell to the floor. Dracon licked over the other breast nipple. He tasted her blood against her skin.    
     
“Oh...,” Naynina moaned. Her heart was pounding, she sniffed his aura. The aroma of his blood was responsible for her pussy pulsating. “Dra…”    
     
Dracon ripped off Naynina’s bra. He lifted her and lowered her to the carpet; He leaned down and kissed her on the lips.    
Naynina palmed Dracon’s manhood. She rubbed the tip over the saturated opening; she moved aside her thong.    
     
Dracon darted his elongated shaft inside Naynina’s vaginal walls. He palmed the carpet and danced his dick in and out her tight pussy.    
     
“Baby...I...I missed you.”    
     
Naynina palmed Dracon’s back, and pulled his body down on top of hers. She wrapped her legs around his back. She shuffled her womanhood as she glided it up and down his manhood.    
     
Dracon suckled Naynina’s neck, more blood poured from her neck; inspiring her climax as it climbed a zenith.    
     
“Hard…harder...oh Dracon fuck me harder.”    
     
Dracon repeatedly humped his groin into Naynina’s pelvis; the tip of his manhood shooting to the stars within her silken galaxy.    
     
“Dracon...”    
     
Naynina held Dracon tighter, she climaxed uncontrollably.    
Dracon suckled Naynina’s neck feeling her vaginal walls cave in around his manhood. He withdrew his fangs and kissed her lips.    
     
Naynina surrendered her mouth to Dracon’s masterful kisses; his hard body blanketing hers, moving inside her in union.      
Dracon released his lips from off Naynina’s lips. He looked down into her face.    
     
Something wet kissed Naynina’s nose. She opened her eyes. She pushed Dracon’s chest back after glimpsing enamel fangs, drooling with blood, her blood.    
     
“You…you...really are a vampire.”    
     
Naynina’s head rolled to the side; she fainted. Her arms dropped to her side.    
     
Dracon yanked his manhood from out Naynina’s pussy. He retracted his fangs.    
     
“Shit!” He wanted to tell her their century ago love story, but never to show her like this.    
     
Dracon quickly lifted Naynina from off the carpet and rushed her over to the bed. He laid her on the top coverlet.    
     
     
Copyright©SKC-2019