A Twist Of A Vampire’s Fate XXXVI

If You Don’t Know Me By Now
Hospital Copa D’or
Copacabana, Rio de Janeiro

Dracon and Vacome waited in the hospital waiting room. Dracon looked over at Vacome. He looked at his swollen eye. He knew about time they walk out of here; his bruises would be a thing of the past. He looked down at his slightly swollen knuckles, and the abrasions that were once there. Dracon looked over at Vacome; he gritted his teeth in anger.

The emergency room attending doctor walked out in eh waiting room.

“Who is with?” He looked down at his medical chart. “A Miss. Naynina Polanski.”

Vacome and Dracon both rushed over to where the doctor stood.

“I am with Miss. Polanski,” both said in union.

Dracon and Vacome looked at one another and then at the doctor

“How is she?”

The doctor cupped the back of his neck.

“Surprisingly, for the amount of blood loss, not a scratch remains to her temple, or the back of the head area. However, as a precautionary we must keep her here for the next twenty-four hours.”

“Can, I see her.”

“Wait, there’s more.”

Vacome looked over at Dracon. He looked back at the doctor.

“What is it?”

“We did a CT-Scan on Miss. Polanski.”

“Go on doctor.”

“Miss. Polanski, is suffering for some form of short term memory loss. She is scheduled to see a Neurologist in the morning, therefore, if she does not recollect your presence, please have patience.”

Dracon palmed his cheeks down.

“When you mean short-term memory, would she recognize faces?”

“Yes, however, she may not remember what place you hold in her life.”

“Dammit!” Vacome hissed.

Both men looked at Vacome.

“Doctor, which room is Naynina in?”

“She is in the room down the hall. Room one seventy two.”

Vacome stepped back and rushed in the direction of the hospital room.

Dracon was on his heels.

“Wait a minute you no good fuck. This is all your fault!”

Vacome turned around and walked up to Dracon.

“Naynina belongs to me, had you not interfered with destiny centuries ago, she would have been married to be.”

“Well, dammit this is the present day, and Naynina was once married to me, and will continue to be. Now that war has been declared on your weak clan. I suggest your punk ass, return to Romania and prepare.”

“What the fuck are you talking about!”

“Why your sorry ass was trying to get between my Naynina’s thighs. I have been given permission to massacre your clan, your brothers and then your beautiful mother; and you, I will have the sole pleasure of shredding your existence myself.”

Vacome pushed Dracon back, he drew his fist back.

Dracon held his palm up and twisted it.

“Fuck.”

Vacome looked at his wrist, it was bent sideways.

“You and your pathetic clan do not want to come up against my wrath.”

“Fuck you.”

“Your mother, will add to my collected concubines, used and discarded for bloodletting only.” Dracon stepped closer to Vacome. “Are you willing to gamble with me? I am not a loser, and I never back away from the table, without taking what’s mine.”

Vacome stepped back.

“We will deal with this shit in Romania on the battlefield.”

“My men are ready. The question is, are yours.”

Vacome bumped Dracon’s shoulder in the process of leaving.

Dracon watched Vacome walk down the hall and then rapidly disappear around the corner. He walked in the direction of Naynina’s hotel room. He read the mounted brown plates with white numbering. He cleared his throat and pushed the door open to her hospital room.

The nurse was finishing drawing Naynina’s blood.

Dracon looked down at the vials of blood. His fangs descended.

The nurse looked up. She saw Dracon’s fangs

“Aww,” she screamed.

The vials tumbled out her hand.

Dracon elongated his palm out and caught them before they met on the floor. He looked down into the nurse’s eyes.

“You were not able to draw this particular person’s blood. You will come back much later to retry.”

The nurse shook her head in a state of trance. She walked to the door, opened it, and walked out Naynina’s hospital room.

Dracon pulled the plunger out the first vial; he lifted the vail to his mouth and drank from it. He did this consistently with the other three vails. He pocketed the empty vials in the side pocket of suit jacket and tossed the four plungers in the trash bin.

Naynina looked at the man who had his back turned toward her. She noticed his dreads were long and well-mannered. She wondered who he was, and why is he standing in her hospital room.

Dracon smiled after reading Naynina’s thoughts. He palmed his goatee down and then slowly turned around.

“Who are you? And is there any reason as to why you are in my hospital room.”

Dracon walked over to Naynina’s bed. He sat near her person.

“I beg your...”

Dracon leaned his face and kissed Naynina.

Naynina tried to push Dracon’s chest back.

“Get…off.”

Dracon’s continued to hold Naynina’s lips as he maneuvered her body backwards.

Naynina’s head landed on the pillow. She submitted her lips in compliance.

Dracon scooted his face back. He looked down into Naynina’s eyes.

“Who…who are…”

Dracon covered Naynina’s lips once again. His lips traveled to the side of her neck; he licked over a visible artery. He slowly pulled the covers down. He rubbed his palm over Naynina’s thighs. Dracon’s palm wandered under Naynina’s hospital gown. He snaked a finger inside her wet pussy.

“Uhh.” Naynina arched her back.

Dracon removed his finger out Naynina’s pussy; he stuck the same finger inside his mouth. He flagged his other palm over her attire.

Naynina’s hospital gown divided and fell sideways.

Naynina looked down.

“How…did, how did you do that.”

Dracon winked at Naynina. He extended his hand out toward the door and flipped his hand sideways.

The door locked.

“I love you Naynina.”

“I do not understand, who are you?”

“I am you’re husband.”

“I do not think so…you could be some deranged person, and how do you know my name.”

“As I stated, I am your husband, and you are my wife.”

Naynina looked down at her left hand. She looked at her bare finger, and then held it up.

“Married, huh.”

“You married me…ah...years ago.”

Naynina combed her fingers through her hair.

“Why, can’t I remember you; yet, your lips feel so familiar on mine.”

Dracon stroked Naynina’s check.

Naynina rested the side of her cheek in Dracon’s palm.

“Feel me, listen to my voice. I refuse to walk out of here without you at my side.”

Naynina’s eyes slowly closed.

Remember a castle, a thriving kingdom. There was once a beautiful woman; a woman who sat proudly by her beloved’s side.

Naynina glimpsed mirages of old. Vague images flashed in and out of her subconscious.

“We were married in cathedral chapel, you were the belle our reception, envious and callous whispers among several clans, to claim you as their own.”

“Seneca.”

Dracon closed his eyes in anger. He reopened his eyes and leaned forward. “Not, Seneca.” Dracon kissed Naynina on the lips.

Naynina’s lips voluntary surrendered under Dracon’s hungry lips. She opened her eyes and then inched her face back. She palmed the sides of Dracon’s face.

“Dracon?”

Dracon nodded his head.

Naynina gathered her arms around Dracon’s neck and scooted closer. She laid her head on his shoulder.

“Baby, I’m tired, I only want peace in my life.”

Dracon hugged Naynina tighter.

“I will give a century of peace. Are you ready to return home, Naynina?”

“Yes, however, not to Romania, I feel death and destruction in its wicked path.”

“Baby, I have some unfinished business; once that feat been accomplished, then we can move forward with our future.”

Naynina hugged Dracon tighter.

“Please listen, not Romania.”

Dracon felt Naynina trembling in his arms.

“Baby, I will kill a thousand men, to be given a second chance to be with you in this century.”

Naynina inched her face back.

“Promise me, we will have a future.”

“Promise me no more fucking Vacome!”

“Who?”

“It doesn’t matter. Hold me Naynina and close your eyes.”

Naynina leaned forward and kissed Dracon on his lips. She lifted his hand and placed it on the mound of her pelvis.

Dracon cupped the sides of Naynina’s face. His tongue slipped inside her mouth.

“Umm.”

Naynina pulled Dracon’s body on top of hers.

Dracon rested his body on top of Naynina’s body. He inched his head back and toppled a breast nipple with his tongue.

“Mmm…ba…baby.”

Naynina opened her legs; she reached down and grabbed Dracon’s solid erection.

Wow, what a length she thought.

Dracon whispered in Naynina’s ear, “The more to please you.” Dracon dropped his hand down; he rubbed over Naynina’s downy hairs.

“Make love to me.”

“Baby, not here, but here.”

Dracon snapped his fingers.