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Kill Bill, I updated. - pats - Be happy. ;D. - dances with -

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By the way, I laughed the whole time I wrote this. ;x Muhaha. I need to grow up. Sex is funny. xD

Anyways! Here is the second part. Enjoyness.

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Anna began to back away slowly, her eyes not leaving the room. Before she could go back any further, the Counts grip grew tighter on her hand, and gently pulled her in. Shutting the door behind them, the darkness grew more depth. Anna could hardly see what was in front of her. Honestly, she didn’t know if she wanted too.

“It is only painful if you make it painful.” Dracula broke the silence that clung between them.

Guiding her through the dark shadows, he could hear her slow, raspy breathing. Her fear was clear as day. It gave him a certain satisfaction in knowing that he was the boss. No one couldnd und up to him and no one could deny him.

“I- I can’t.” Her voice broke out as the stopped before the bed.

Dracula stepped behind her, using his free hand to push her up against him. Leaning forward, his lips came in close contact by her left ear. “Yes you can, Anna. You, out of all the people in this world, can … just give in to me.”

Tears fell free from her eyes. She couldn’t bring herself to doing what he asked. Death never seemed to frighten her, but eternal life with him was something she couldn’t bare. He wouldn’t give her a choice though.

“Now. If you would be a good girl.” Dracula began, spinning her back around so she was face to face with him.

“No! Not now!” Her words didn’t seem to catch a meaning.

Dracula began to move forward, pushing Anna closer to the bed. Feeling the mattress behind her, she took in a shaky breath. This was really going to happen, the thought occurred.

Falling backwards, a scream echoed in the air. The Counts hands reached out and gripped her wrists in an unbreakable embrace. Dragging her body across the rouge satin covers towards the chains, Anna continuing to kick and scream. Slamming her hands into the cold metal bonds, a large click was sounded in reassurance that they were locked. The tears continued to fall down her face like small streams. She tried to break free, but just like Dracula’s grip, the chains were unbreakable as well.

The Count moved on top of hetradtraddling her legs around his waist. The weight of his body felt as if it was engulfing her into him. Beneath his chest, her breast’s moved up and down, heart continuing to beat at a rapid pace. Anna could do nothing but wait in anxiety.

“Close your eyes…” His voice was barley audible. When she did not respond to his order, his hand slowly crept up the side of her hip, tracing the contour of her body. Finally reaching her face, his fingers went over her eyes lids, softly pressing them down.

“Don’t be afraid, Anna. Give in to the darkness.” His body crept down to her chest. Pressing his face against the mounts, he passionately kissed the tender flesh.

Anna’s body began to shake. She wanted to open her eyes and scream, but something held her back. Her limbs didn’t pull away or react the way she wanted. His control over her seemed to be growing stronger by the minute.

His mouth opened up wider, sucking on the delicate skin as his hands moved down to her lower areas. Wrapping the fabric of her dress around his fingers, he began to move the material up, revealing more.

Anna let out a soft moan, lips opening wide to suck in the wondering air. She felt disgusted with herself, but there was nothing she could do to stop it. Feeling the bottom of her dress lift up to her waist, she prepared herself for what was about to happen.

Dracula plunged himself into her, at the same time biting down on her breast. Anna’s loud moan was the only sound that could be heard. He filled up every small amount of space in her, leaving an uncomfortably tight feel in her loins. The blood that trickled from the wound on her breast burned like an infection. She couldn’t rid herself of the pain that was beginning, no matter how much she wanted to enjoy it.

His body began to move up and down on her, hitting the point of her climax. Her body started to shake uncontrollably and the moans seemed to grow louder. Her fingers gripped the chains that held her to the bed, the red of her flesh turning a pale white.

Dracula’s mouth turned away from her chest and moved up to her lips. The heated lust between them grew more violent. His tongue separated her chapped tiers and massaged her own. Anna still lay helpless with no defenses.

His hands grabbed hold of her breasts again as he continued to kiss her. Anna’s legs wrapped tighter around his waist as he continued to push himself further and further into her. She could feel every part of him on her: his fangs that brushed against her tongue, the hardness of his member, and the feel of his hands exploring the uncharted territory of her body.

The taste of metal filled her mouth, and the painful groan that followed was of defeat. The time was coming … he was going to make her his bride, taking her old life away for the making of her new.

The blood that pasted from her to him was making Anna’s body seep into an unconscious state between life and death. Dracula began to slow down in the process, making sure he didn’t hurt her any more. Right when she thought she was truly going to be escaped from his pain and torment, he retrieved himself from her.

Eyes still closed, her head fell to the side. She couldn’t speak a word or even make a noise. Her energy and life force was drained to its final point.

“Now, Anna. You need to drink.” His voice almost held sincerity to it.

She didn’t understand what he met until she felt something cold fall upon her lips. This was how it had to happen. The blood was the gateway into a new life… she would be reborn. She wanted to refuse it and die, but it was too late. The blood was already flowing down her throat.

“When you awake, my dear. I will be waiting.” The last muffled words were all Anna could hear. Her body fell into an unconscious sleep, but only this time, she would awake from it. That would be the time she would dread. Until then, she could finally rest in peace.