•Y/N: Your Name
•E/C: Eye Color

Your POV:

Each step we take is slow and muted as I follow my kidnapper through the winding halls of the castle. I have no clue where he's taking me, but I'm not about to ask. After giving me his name, the man said I should not ask any more questions and just finish my dinner. Honestly, I feel too afraid to disobey him.

'Dracula. Surely, he wasn't being serious, right? There's just no way. Dracula isn't real. Vampires don't exist.' Whether or not he is who he says he is, he definitely holds some sort of power that could easily kick my ass. I doubt the incident with the dining room doors was just a trick, and there is certainly something about this guy that puts me on edge. Still, I can't help but be skeptical. I don't know for sure yet. I watch his cape sway side-to-side as he walks, fearing what's to come next.

'Is he going to eat me, suck my blood, or will he kill me?' I shake my head, not believing the last one would happen. He said it himself: he went through a lot of trouble bringing me here. He won't kill me, not yet anyway. Still, any of those options are enough to make me quiver with fear. My pace starts to slow subconsciously, causing Dracula to look back at me. Seeing I've fallen behind, he eases up on his long strides for me to catch up, but, eventually, we both stop in front of a door. It looked no different than the tons of other doors in this damn place, but, still, I dread the thought of going into where it leads. The man reaches into the inner pocket of his coat before pulling out a key to open the door with and grabs the doorknob with his left hand while unlocking it. Dracula looks over to me, but I keep my head down and take a step back when he does. I then jump when a hand as cold as the dead touches my shoulder before hesitantly looking up at the creature. A comforting smile rests on his lips, but it did little to soothe me.

"I promise you, it'll only hurt for a few seconds," he claims in a calm voice, though, his statement only made things worse. I don't say a word, for my throat had run dry. The door opens to a windowless room before I feel a light push from the hand on my shoulder. I had no choice but to go in. It's a spacious area with a color scheme of red, gold and purple. The dark, hardwood floor is mostly covered by embroidered rugs, and the walls are concealed by red wallpaper. All the furniture is made of exquisitely carved wood, aside from a solid gold vanity that stands beside the king-sized bed draped in purple sheets. A translucent, red canopy surrounds the massive four-post bed on my left side while thick, dark purple drapes cover the wall behind the headboard.

My attention is captured by a sudden flame, which suddenly ignited without a source in the amazingly detailed fireplace to my right. It's mantel is decorated by empty, grey vases and garland made to look like dead, black leaves, and attached to the fireplace is a big, matching mirror which also holds small lamps with old, yellow shades. In front of the fire lies four reddish-brown, leather chairs that surround a large, gold and red, checkered ottoman. By every seat is a round end table, each of which are currently occupied by either books or a lamp, and all over the walls are old, framed paintings and embroideries.

I gulp as the door is shut behind me before Dracula moves towards a few of the lamps to turn them on. As he does this, I notice that when he passes by the mirror above the fireplace, his reflection doesn't show and that made my heart sink. I couldn't believe my eyes. Was he really telling the truth about his name? Is he really a vampire? The man turns towards me and follows my gaze to the mirror before realizing I had finally connected the dots. He smiles softly while coming closer, causing me to back into the door. I put my hand on the knob and twist it without ever looking away from his eyes.

"Stop," he demands in a firm voice, eyes glowing bright. My hand freezes against my will as I stare into the fluorescent orbs. My breath hitches as his fingers gently brush against my cheek, and I shiver at the feeling of his nails traveling over the skin. "I understand you are afraid, but I do not wish to hurt you." My hands tremble as he takes them into his frigid hands before I'm guided over to the bed. All the while, his eyes stare into my own. My body wasn't moving on it's own free will anymore.

'Is he doing something to me?' I gasp as his arm scoops under my knees before I'm laid on the bed. I finally get a grip as his eyes travel over my shaken form and start pushing at his chest when he crawls on top.

"N- N- No, please. I don't want to do this." His hands cup my cheeks as tears fill my eyes. I could hear my heart pounding like a war drum in my chest and feared it might explode as he brought his lips to my ear. They brush against my lobe slightly as he whispers soothing words to calm me.

"Hush now, no more tears. You need to relax or else it'll hurt more than necessary." Softly, his fingers drag over my jawline to lift my chin and reveal more of my throat as he meets my pleading, E/C eyes. His crimson orbs glow in an unnatural manner, and I felt my body go numb for just a moment. My breathing slows and I unwillingly calmed.

"There we are." His mouth hung open some as his tongue travels over his teeth, and his eyelids drooped before soft kisses were placed over the tears on my face. "This will be over soon." Dracula leans down to my neck, and I hear a few light sniffs as I try to lift my arms from the mattress, but they felt so heavy all of a sudden.

'What did he do to me?' I whimper as the bow around my neck is undone before he unfastens the first few buttons on my blouse. I nervously bite down on the inside of my cheek as he separates the cloth enough for my collarbone to be shown. I feel a hand lightly grasp my side and turn my head away as he presses his lips against my collarbone. I whimper again as more tears spill out, but the man shushes me before sticking his tongue out to lick up my neck. His movements were slow and teasing, which only annoyed me.

"Would you just do it already?! I think I'm gonna die from anxiety!" I shout, wanting this to be over with while squeezing my eyes shut. I open them when I realize the man had pulled away some to laugh at my outburst.

"My, you're a funny one, aren't you? I was only trying to relax you."

"Yeah, right." I roll my eyes at the male, knowing he was enjoying every minute of this. The sick bastard. He knows I hate this.

"It works with other girls," he comments while sending me a suggestive smirk that brings heat to my face as my expression contorts in disgust.

"Just get on with it," I mutter as I turn my head to the side, allowing him better access to my neck, to avoid his gaze. The sooner this is done, the better. My shaking hands clutch the royal purple comforter in preparation for the pain and watch from the corner of my eye as he opens his mouth. From his gums above his canines poke out curved, needlelike fangs that extend past his normal teeth before he returns to my neck. I gasp when I feel them sink past my flesh at the base of my neck before screeching out in pain. A rush of heat washed through my entire body, making me feel like I had been set on fire. I instinctively grasp onto the male's shirt while crying and breathing heavily as I feel the fangs retract. Gradually, the pain subsides, the only trace of it being the tears pricking my eyes. Lips latch onto the holes in my neck before the creature gives a gentle suck to drain a bit of my blood. My whole body shook as my eyes opened wide when a strange sensation courses through my veins. It was tingly and made me feel weightless as he sucks a bit harder at the wound. My vision then blurred as my eyes glazed over, and a small moan unwillingly left my lips.

'Holy crap. This... This actually feels kind of good. Really good.' No, good was an understatement. This feeling is euphoric! I love it, and oddly don't want it to end. Moaning again, I wrap my arms around his shoulders to pull him closer and felt his lips pull into a smirk against my skin before feeling another prodding from his hidden pair of fangs. I start panting as the heat in my cheeks increases, but, to my dismay, he retracts his fangs and pulls back. A thin stream of blood dribbles down the vampires chin and drips onto my white blouse, which will definitely leave a stain. Oh well, it's technically not my shirt.

"W- Why did you stop?" With my thoughts currently one big blur, that just slipped out. I immediately felt embarrassed for saying it, but it was already too late. He had heard me and chuckled softly. Sure, the feeling was addicting, but he was drinking my blood for Christ's sake! I shouldn't be encouraging him to keep going.

"I'd only end up killing you if I keep going. I've had my fill. That is enough. You are still new at this, so your body is weak. My venom would've pushed your limits, and you would have overheated and died."

"V- Venom?" My brows scrunch together in confusion. I've never heard of vampires carrying any venom. Dracula quickly caught on and explained.

"Yes, venom. It increases the feeling of ecstasy in the body at an alarming rate, which is why you were a moaning mess." He smirks at me as he lightly drags his nail down the side of my injured neck. Due to the lingering effects of this venom of his, I shudder and blush brightly from the action. "Don't look so down. You'll be staying with me for the rest of your life, so you'll feel pure bliss every time I thirst for you." His tongue laps up the blood on my neck, whilst my eye twitches in disgust.

"God, you sound like a pervert." He looks down at me, shocked, after pulling away before laughing heartily at my comment. Likely, he was amused that I had the guts to call him such a thing. I release a groan as my eyelids droop when a sudden feeling of tiredness washes over my body. My limbs felt like they weighed a ton, and all I could think about was sleep... sleep... sleep. Steadily, my eyes blink close as I listen to my captor speak.

"Seems you're coming down from your high now. You best get some sleep, blood bag." His voice just seemed like noise to me. I couldn't fully comprehend whatever else he was saying nor did I care to hear it.

I just want to sleep.

Dracula's POV:

'What a silly, little, blood bag.' A smile comes to my lips as I stare down at the unconscious woman below me. The scent of her blood fills my nose as it continues to ooze from the small holes I put into her neck. The skin around it had started to blacken into a bruise due to the constant sucking on the wound. I had overfed.

I got too excited by her delicious flavor and craved so much more, but, thankfully, I have good self control. To her, the feeding likely felt like it lasted only a few seconds when, in reality, I had been at it for a few minutes. I should've made it shorter, but my intake as of late had to be reduced due to my other blood bag's frail state. It had been a long while since I could take so much without having to worry about killing my prey.

'She's going to feel quite dizzy when she wakes up.' Chuckling softly to myself, I indulge in the blood spilling out of her, but refrain from sucking out more. I lick it clean before kissing the mark softly and getting up. I adjust the girl to lay her head on the many pillows I keep on my bed and cover her with the warm blanket before sitting beside her. Her chest rose and fell in times with her breaths and I could hear her heart pumping softly.

Y/N had been defiant, which wasn't uncommon. It's the same as when I first brought my other blood bags, but, in the end, they all succumbed to me after the first feasting. I admire the girl's face as I caress her cheek with the back of my fingers. She's looking pale from being drained, but she would get used to this after a few more feedings. Leaning forward, I plant a gentle kiss on her forehead before getting up and turning off all the lights, but leave the fire burning in the fireplace. I then leave the girl to rest on her own, for I am not tired. Otherwise, I would've lied with her.

'I have a good feeling about this one.'