Chapter 23

Dracula

He waited impatiently by the window for his new follower to arrive with good news or with the demon host.

There was a knock on the door and Dracula zoomed to his chair, he couldn't risk to look uncool. He sat and reclined in the chair, plastering his elbows on the arm rests and clasping his palms together so he could raise them to his face.

"Come." The handle twisted, but it didn't open so he rolled his eyes and groaned before going to unlock the door.

He walked back to his seat and interlocked his fingers on his stomach as he studied the person with hooded eyes.

Curiosity bubbled and nudged him to ask a certain question.

"Why are you always dressed in a coat, minion?" Dracula scrutinized the follower from head to toe, not getting a proper look at the face of the mystery person. Well, not so mystery to him.

"So they wouldn't know it's me, sir." Answered the minion.

"Whatever," he waved the talk away and pushed his upper body forward. "What did you get?"

"I almost got her, I had her on my finger tips like this," minion displayed the so called finger tips and blew hot air on them. "But the fucking bastard took her away from me."

Dracula groaned, face palming as he gave out a cry of frustration from his lips that looked like it was possible for honey to drip from them.

"The plan was to make her trust you before you bring her to me, so why on Earth did you fail me?" Dracula stressed the word fail and gave the person before him a piercing stare.

The follower or minion as Dracula referred to the human risked a peek at his angry face.

Their gazes locked, but the minion broke it off, staring at the window.

Dracula got to his feet and marched slowly and dangerously to this minion's front.

"Do I have to do everything myself?" He questioned, grabbing the neck of the minion and gnashing his teeth.

Suddenly, something caught Dracula's eyes and he tilted his head to the side to get an eyeful of what was on the minion's neck.

"Why do you have bruises on your neck?" Questioned Dracula, releasing his grip on the neck of his scared minion.

"She's a fighter, sir. A strong one at that, but I-"

"Silence!" Dracula punched the wall beside the follower and hissed like a snake. "I want the girl. Where is she now?"

"Well, I followed them to the water falls and it seems sparks are beginning to fly between them." The follower stated then adjusted the coat.

"Hmm, we can use that against them." Dracula smirked, sinking his fist deeper into the wall, enjoying the pain it brought.

"True." Nodded the follower.

"We stick to the plan. Get close to her and make her trust you." Dracula stared at the minion like he was a hawk studying it's prey. "Hope you've not been noticed as a catfish?"

"Nope, she has no idea." Grinned the minion. "Why can't you go over to the kingdom and just drag her out yourself?"

Dracula raised his brows at this question and his fangs elongated, earning a flinch from the follower.

"Sorry," muttered minion.

"Well, I can't cause I'm a demon and a vampire. I can't get into someone's house without an invitation." Dracula explained before dismissing his new follower with a laugh that sounded evil.

Dracula waited for the sun to set before heading out of the house in one of his villain's coat to Azelbub forest once again.

On reaching there, he kissed the floor as a ritual kind of thing and summoned Azazel like he did few days back.

Azazel appeared in front of him and Dracula didn't fret. He just stood still with an emotionless face and took steps back.

"Do you care about my personal space?" Dracula asked and Azazel only grunted in response.

The devil stared at his fingers and blew air into them like he was bored.

"What did you call me for?" Dracula asked, staring at his wrist and counting the minutes on his watch.

"What progress do you have?" Azazel asked, sitting on his throne with an aura that was quite hard to explain around him. "I mean, the girl. Time isn't on our side and you can see that, right?"

"I'm not the one that needs the ritual to rule the entire world," muttered Dracula, earning a death glare from the devil.

"What did you say?" Azazel got to his feet and Dracula rephrased his sentence.

"I said, the girl would soon be brought to you. Almost had her, but I lost her and then the curse is getting in the way."

"I don't care if the curse is getting in the way. Just bring me the girl." Azazel stomped his foot on the ground and sat down. "Plus, my nudes are out there. Girls would drip for me," he grinned naughtily. "–but I still don't want them seeing the ritual."

Dracula nodded, feeling the urge to transfer his anger on something innocent.

"If you don't get her soon, you see this?" He waved the air and a picture of Dracula's wife, Lucy appeared in front of them.

Dracula's heart ached when he saw how dirty her skin had gotten. Her hair was no longer in good shape and her eyes had sunk in. She was suffering and he needed to get her out of that place.

"Lucy." Dracula stretched to touch the image, but his hand went through it.

Her head was against the iron bars and tears dropped from her now dull eyes that used to be bright and full of life.

"I'd make sure her soul rots in hell after my manticores eat her and you," he pointed at Dracula. "Would never be free from the curse of not being able to walk under the sun.

After that, Azazel disappeared like a gust of wind and left Dracula afraid of losing his only begotten love.

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Dracula lurked around the streets, seeking for whom to devour. He strived to taste blood again, he was itching to get in between a woman's legs again.

Out of the corners of his eyes, a woman–yes, he was always on the lookout out for women. He could have his way with them if they complied or kill them and drink their blood.

He jumped down from the roof, causing a loud thud to shake the entire place. Birds flew out of the trees around them and the woman spun. At first, she had fear in her eyes, but as soon as she took in his features... A seductive smile etched to her face.

"Hello, Dracula." She walked like a cat towards him, swaying her wide hips like it was an act of seduction. "I've been waiting for you."

She pulled off her coat and was left in a small shirt and black pants.

"I want power just like your followers and I want to be yours. We'd fight side by side and I could fulfill your naughty desires." She offered herself to him, slipping out of her pants.

"This was easy. I mean, it's always easy, but this..." He drawled, lust getting the better of him as he took in her features. She'd make a fine bed mate.

She moved closer and sauntered behind him, her hands running all over his back.

"Do with me whatever you wish." She whispered and took his ear lobe in between her teeth and sucked it slowly, sending waves of pleasure down Dracula's veins.

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Dracula laid naked in bed with his new follower and mistress under the sheets after they had shared DNA as he surfed through the channels of his television to find something watch worthy.

A particular channel caught his attention when he saw the picture of someone he had captured on the screen so he left it there, turning up the volume to hear what the newscaster was saying.

"... Was kidnapped from his home at night, according to his mother." The newscaster said, eyes glued to the camera. "When was the last time you saw him, ma'am?"

She held a microphone below the woman's wobbly lips.

"On the sixteenth. He was taken away by some men who claimed they needed him for something important." She explained, tears lingering on the brim of her eyes. "Please, if you've seen my son, Jeremy anywhere at all... Do not hesitate to call this number."

Dracula gave a low laugh and changed the channel. The woman was so pathetic. He should have killed her instead of sparing her life.

The next channel had a girl, the reported he supposed. She stood in front of the camera and looked young with fresh skin he'd like to suck blood out from.

"Vicious creatures have been going around town, killing people. People have been disappearing-"

Dracula zoned out, thinking of how good her blood would taste before the mistress adjusted, putting her naked body on him.

"–please stay in your homes and be security conscious."

He changed the channel and had a new target, the eye candy reporter.