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Python and the Count 2
A sequel to Python and the Count by HidanKitten
I do not own any of these characters except for Python and her family.
I had woken up again, shivering from the unbearable cold. Seconds after opening my eyes I realized that it wasn't all that cold. The sun was lighting the outside world and I gave a sigh of relief. It had only been another nightmare about the blue skinned vampire across town. Normal people wouldn't remember being bitten or forget about it, but the memory was very literally burned into my mind. I know I should have been nicer to him, but didn't realize exactly who I was dealing with until it was too late.
Now I, Python Malone, was stuck in constant fear that he would return and kill me. It was insane, but I kind of awaited the return anxiously. You see, one night last October I was hiding out in a tree fort to get some free time away from, well, humanity in general. I may be weird, but other people are ridiculously annoying to me. I accidently scared away an owl I was watching and he spotted it, because he told me. No one should remember those kinds of details, especially after being knocked out, but he had made sure I wouldn't ever forget.
The vampire had just showed up out of nowhere and scared the hell out of me. After a few insults that I will regret forever the vampire came up and scared me again. He was teasing me! I, of course, didn't believe in vampires then but before I knew what was happening the vampire bit me. To say the least I'll never complain about how much a finger prick hurts. The last thing I remember before blacking out was him telling me I was never to forget anything that happened that night and I wasn't allowed to tell anyone what happened ever. I guess it was punishment or something, because it will always haunt me. I just want the horrid memory to go away.
Wait, scratch that, I kind of want it to happen again. I hate pain more than anything in the world but I'm addicted to action. Now I know this vampire is real. Maybe, just maybe, if I ever see him again I could ask him to take away the memory. My parents were so worried about me when I came home the next morning after he attacked me. I had been out all night and had only the excuse of falling off the stand and hitting my head. Needless to say I haven't been allowed back since getting my drawing books and flashlight. The difficult part was explaining why I had a big blue cape that the vampire gave me while I was asleep. Apparently it had been the only thing keeping me alive in the cold October chill. I'm not sure why he gave it to me, but then again I'm not sure why he left me alive.
The excuse for the cape was that I had found it in the fort. 'Probably somebody's leftover costume pieces for a Halloween prank' I said. It had been a week before Halloween, so that alibi fit well. As skeptic as they were I got off the hook without a trip to the doctor. They thought I looked sick, of course, because of how much blood I had lost to my attacker, but the excuse for that was catching cold while I was knocked out. If I had been to the doctor they may have seen otherwise. Then, of course, there would be a huge thing about what had happened and I wouldn't be able to tell.
I tried to stop thinking about the attack and rolled out of bed. Summer was nearly over and all the excitement of no school had really wound down. I still had two more weeks of staying up late and sleeping into the day. Life was good, for the most part, except for the nightmares I could never speak of. Sure, I had been rude to the guy and regretted it the moment he bit me, but this was torture. I would have rather died then and never seen my fourteenth birthday or even Christmas. Maybe, if I had been older, he would have just done away with it and drained me completely.
I was probably the only one in town that knew what really happened to the missing girls. They didn't run away or get kidnapped, they were food. I would be food by next April first and with my horrid paranoia I would probably never sleep again. I got up to grab some clothes to wear and found myself digging into the back of the closet and drawing out the cape again. It was light blue and surprisingly warm despite the light fabric. I stuffed it back onto the hook and held my forehead. Touching the bite scars that had remained luckily unnoticed, I drew out a turtleneck sweater.
I get asked why I wear sweaters a lot and even in the heat of summer answer with some excuse about poor circulation. I'm always cold now because I can't shake the feeling of him holding my chin up, drinking my lifeblood away in cold hunger. I grabbed a pair of jeans and underwear before storming into the bathroom to shower. It was almost eleven o'clock and I had been awake until four in the morning. One thing about me- I'm a night owl. I don't like daylight, which is something I get from my aunt. The 'owl' part of my nickname comes from my glasses and a nerdy, reclusive attitude full of pessimism. Ignore that though, I have plenty of friends even if I don't trust them. I don't trust anyone period.
Half an hour later I came out of the bathroom, dressed and drying my thick brown hair. Today wasn't at all special; it was just part of the regular routine. I was at my grandparent's house because it was Monday and both my parents had work. My younger brother, John, was playing around with my Papa at the pawn shop he owned and I would do the usual and waste the day away writing. I never let people read what I write because of my fear of being judged, but that was fine. I had myself to entertain anyway.
Suddenly an idea hit me. I could ride my bike up to that old castle across town! The vampire was rumored to live there and it killed me to just sit around writing and trying to ignore the memory of his bite. So, I had my plan for the day. It was vague and not very well thought out, but who cared? I didn't. Nana had stopped questioning me about where I was going because she was just happy to see me get out of the basement. I waved and ran up the stairs, bag with cell phone and sketch book on my shoulder, and opened the door to go out. "Wear a helmet!" she reminded me with a smile.
"I will!" I assured her, lying easily. Once I got to the garage I completely ignored the black spider web covered helmet and pulled out my deep aquamarine mountain bike. With a second of working it out of the dusty garage and making sure the tires were aired up I mounted and flew down the street. Suddenly I remembered something important- the cape. Even if he wouldn't help me I needed to return it.
Now I was really sure I was insane. For whatever reason I turned the bike around and rode home. "Forgot something!" I called to Nana and snatched the cape from my closet again. She didn't reply from upstairs. I went to stuff the piece of clothing into my bag but hesitated. I was the kind of person born to wear a cape. With a reluctant but sure smile I snapped the cape around my neck and adjusted the collar. Now I was ready to go.
It took a good half hour, but I got to the castle. It was almost one now and the sun was high. If I had to run for my life all I had to do was get outside. But, remembering who I was dealing with, I seriously doubted I would make it out alive. This was starting to look like a bad idea. I shook off the warning because if this vampire didn't kill me now the nightmares would at some point. I straightened the cape and knocked on the heavy wooden door with an iron knocker. Good lord, I didn't even have some garlic with me.
No one answered the door and I stood for almost ten minutes before getting bored and realizing he wasn't just going to answer the door. It was the middle of the day and besides, he was supposed to be a fictional nightmare character. I decided to try and see if the door was locked. Of course it was. With a frown I walked around the back and found another door. This one, luckily, was unlocked. Or unluckily. I didn't know yet.
The castle was dark and cool. The stone hadn't absorbed the day's heat and I shivered again. The cold was seeping back. Within minutes of just standing around and looking at the décor. A little, hideous hunchbacked man scrambled up at me with an angry look. "You're trespassing! Get out of the castle!" He attempted to chase me away. Knowing better, I crossed my arms. He paused and looked at my cape for a second. "Where did you get that?"
I frowned. This little guy was obviously a servant of the vampire. Of course I couldn't tell the story of how he had bitten me and left the cape after stealing the source of my body heat. I raised an eyebrow coldly and hoped he would know what I meant when I said; "I think you know."
Igor didn't know, but was sure that this was one of master's capes. Where had this little human girl gotten it? "Wait here." He nodded. Oh, count Vlad would not be happy about this at all… The man shuffled down a staircase out of my sight. Keeping my arms crossed, I sat down.
Igor finally got down the stairs to Vlad's chamber and knocked on the coffin lid. It opened slowly and the vampire looked like he was going to strangle his servant. "Vat is it Igor? I am trying to sleep here."
"Master!" Igor flinched. "There is a fourteen year old girl upstairs who has one of your capes. I think she wants to see you." He fiddled his thumbs.
Vlad palmed his forehead. There was only one girl of that description who he remembered having one of his capes- Python Malone. He had bitten her with no hypnotism and then made sure she would remember it because of how rude she had been. Of course it never occurred to the count that she may come back to return the cape or beg forgiveness or something of the like. He sighed. "Tell her to come back tonight."
When Igor told me to come back during the night I wasn't surprised. But I was afraid. He was probably going to take the cape and bite me again. This was insane. I thanked the little man and shuffled out. He tried to take the cape from me and I refused, holding it tight around me. He scowled and waved me out the door.
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I had told my Nana that I was spending the night with my friend Maddy and told Maddy that I would be there by ten at least. Pulling up to the castle, I felt the cold chills coming back under the cape. Igor welcomed me with a crooked smile that set my stomach on fire. Now I could almost feel the threat in the air and started shaking uncontrollably. The vampire was waiting in the living room for me. I was nervous as hell and hugging myself. He laughed quietly.
Vlad looked me up and down with a cold hungry eye. Not again. I thought. The memory of what his somehow hot breath felt like on my throat and the fangs in my throat was enough to keep me from flipping out or smiling at the admittedly attractive vampire. I had to keep in mind that under his charms was the monster that had bitten me in October. "Velcome." He sat up and smiled at me. I frowned. "Good to see you again Python."
I was angrier than ever. "The feeling's not mutual." My arms were crossed again. I tried to bring out the angry and unhappy side of me that was fearless and always had a side growl. It came up and I welcomed it like an old friend. "I came to give back your cape and…" I fought the feeling with a hiss. "Thank you for not killing me."
He chuckled. "How very nice. Now," Vlad laughed again and got up to come over to me. I flinched when his hands found my throat. He unbuttoned the cape and took it from me. I gasped with relief when he tossed it aside. "You're scared of me?"
"Obviously!" I tried to scoot deeper into the couch. Igor laughed wildly. "Can you blame me?"
"Little girls shouldn't be so rude." He smirked. "Or curse. Maybe I would have gone easier on you if you had been nicer."
I frowned coldly. "Well, I'm not sure how much more gentle vampires get when feeding." I rubbed the side of my neck and found the bite marks. He smiled again. My blood type was O-, his personal favorite. I didn't know that, of course. "But I couldn't very well know who I was dealing with."
"A young girl should always be nice and friendly." I was not getting this guy. If he had been so stuck on politeness he should have at least said please and thank you before drinking my blood. The thought of him asking to feed on me somehow funny. I laughed. His eyes glowed a little brightly, surprised at my sudden minute smile.
"And a vampire should not attack and scare little girls." I countered. "You enjoyed attacking me way too much."
About then was when he decided to stop the games before I got to comfortable. "Vell, thank you for returning my cape. Now, vat are you really here for?" He must have known better than to think one of his victims would come back to give him this article of clothing.
"I want you to take away the memory." I sighed deeply. "Of when you attacked me. Please, I don't want to live with this." I put my face in my hands. Looking up, I tried to give him puppy eyes. "I'm sorry for being rude, okay? Please make me forget or something."
The vampire smiled at me. He was a bit sympathetic but still evil. I coughed calmly. He came over to me and lifted my chin to look at him. "You have been through a lot in the last ten months haven't you?"
"Ten months." I tried to look away. He wasn't trying to make me feel better. "Yeah, nightmares. And… cold chills."
"All common for a survivor of a vampire attack." Vlad stood back up but kept me looking at him. "But your case is special."
"Because I was rude you made sure I would always remember the pain." I guessed. It was all too obvious.
"Not so much the pain as what happens when you are rude." He said again. Now I was trying to put him on a guilt trip. It wasn't going to work. "But I think you've learned your lesson."
"Yes, please." I begged. The vampire's smirk grew wider. "Please."
Count Vlad laughed at me quietly. He could feel his fangs growing. The night was pitch dark outside and I had taken up so much of his hunting time… "I vill. For a price."
My blood ran cold. I should have seen this coming. He was going to bite me again… dandy. "No, no I've got to go home. I promised a friend I would be over by ten and it's almost nine forty and…"
"Oh, relax." Vlad looked at me. "My morals don't allow me to kill fourteen year olds. You're safe until next year."
"Safe?" I shrank back. Oh god oh god oh god oh god he was going to drink from me again. "Please. People will be worried about where I am."
"There is always an excuse." The vampire smirked. He didn't try to hide his fangs from me this time. "For the price of forgetting? Besides, you came to me." He waved a hand. "So I vould do it anyway."
I was fairly sure he was warning me that he would do it again if I came back. There was also a hinting chance he would not numb the pain. I shivered coldly. It was practically a repeat of last October. I gasped as the prediction came true. Same as last time I froze up the moment his fangs broke the skin of my neck. The vampire drank and, same as last time, felt some surprise at my strange reflex. I was starkly aware of what was happening and the pain despite the freeze. Igor was still over in the corner but I didn't dare attempt to turn my head and check. As the world got colder I started to come back into my element and struggled more. There was a blur on everything and I barely managed not to scream.
Finally he drew away and licked some of the blood, my blood, off of his lips. I was gasping for breath and choking at the same time. He laughed. "Now you don't have to remember the first attack." I was definitely going to have nightmares for a good long time now. Vlad looked at Igor quickly and waved. "Take her home, or back to her friend's house, wherever." The blood loss was really messing up my head. "You vill not ever tell anyone of this night either." He commanded me. "But, while you will still remember everything, it will be a… pleasant thought" I felt the fuzz of his mind control again and shook my head.
"Yes." I nodded quietly. Ooooh god this was going to stick with me forever. Then the hypnotism was suddenly gone and I remembered how tired I was… how much of my blood he had drunk. This was not my day, was it? Maddy was definitely going to wonder what had happened when I showed up on her doorstep, passed out. But that didn't matter now did it? I curled up on the couch and fell asleep despite the remaining danger. My neck smarted horribly but I didn't care.
Vlad raised an eyebrow at how peaceful I looked. He bit his lip for a second. "Igor, take her wherever she needs to be."
"Yes, master." He nodded and picked me up on his shoulder. I was heavy, of course, it was almost dead weight. "Do you think she'll ask again?" He started to carry me up the stairs.
"Of course not." He nodded with a smile. "She knows not to come back. Maybe I'll leave her be after this." Vlad prepared to fly out again. "But maybe not. I love O-." He chuckled. Igor nodded and went to take me to Maddy's house. Now I definitely couldn't complain anymore.

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Python and the Count 2
A sequel to Python and the Count by HidanKitten
I do not own any of these characters except for Python and her family.
I had woken up again, shivering from the unbearable cold. Seconds after opening my eyes I realized that it wasn't all that cold. The sun was lighting the outside world and I gave a sigh of relief. It had only been another nightmare about the blue skinned vampire across town. Normal people wouldn't remember being bitten or forget about it, but the memory was very literally burned into my mind. I know I should have been nicer to him, but didn't realize exactly who I was dealing with until it was too late.
Now I, Python Malone, was stuck in constant fear that he would return and kill me. It was insane, but I kind of awaited the return anxiously. You see, one night last October I was hiding out in a tree fort to get some free time away from, well, humanity in general. I may be weird, but other people are ridiculously annoying to me. I accidently scared away an owl I was watching and he spotted it, because he told me. No one should remember those kinds of details, especially after being knocked out, but he had made sure I wouldn't ever forget.
The vampire had just showed up out of nowhere and scared the hell out of me. After a few insults that I will regret forever the vampire came up and scared me again. He was teasing me! I, of course, didn't believe in vampires then but before I knew what was happening the vampire bit me. To say the least I'll never complain about how much a finger prick hurts. The last thing I remember before blacking out was him telling me I was never to forget anything that happened that night and I wasn't allowed to tell anyone what happened ever. I guess it was punishment or something, because it will always haunt me. I just want the horrid memory to go away.
Wait, scratch that, I kind of want it to happen again. I hate pain more than anything in the world but I'm addicted to action. Now I know this vampire is real. Maybe, just maybe, if I ever see him again I could ask him to take away the memory. My parents were so worried about me when I came home the next morning after he attacked me. I had been out all night and had only the excuse of falling off the stand and hitting my head. Needless to say I haven't been allowed back since getting my drawing books and flashlight. The difficult part was explaining why I had a big blue cape that the vampire gave me while I was asleep. Apparently it had been the only thing keeping me alive in the cold October chill. I'm not sure why he gave it to me, but then again I'm not sure why he left me alive.
The excuse for the cape was that I had found it in the fort. 'Probably somebody's leftover costume pieces for a Halloween prank' I said. It had been a week before Halloween, so that alibi fit well. As skeptic as they were I got off the hook without a trip to the doctor. They thought I looked sick, of course, because of how much blood I had lost to my attacker, but the excuse for that was catching cold while I was knocked out. If I had been to the doctor they may have seen otherwise. Then, of course, there would be a huge thing about what had happened and I wouldn't be able to tell.
I tried to stop thinking about the attack and rolled out of bed. Summer was nearly over and all the excitement of no school had really wound down. I still had two more weeks of staying up late and sleeping into the day. Life was good, for the most part, except for the nightmares I could never speak of. Sure, I had been rude to the guy and regretted it the moment he bit me, but this was torture. I would have rather died then and never seen my fourteenth birthday or even Christmas. Maybe, if I had been older, he would have just done away with it and drained me completely.
I was probably the only one in town that knew what really happened to the missing girls. They didn't run away or get kidnapped, they were food. I would be food by next April first and with my horrid paranoia I would probably never sleep again. I got up to grab some clothes to wear and found myself digging into the back of the closet and drawing out the cape again. It was light blue and surprisingly warm despite the light fabric. I stuffed it back onto the hook and held my forehead. Touching the bite scars that had remained luckily unnoticed, I drew out a turtleneck sweater.
I get asked why I wear sweaters a lot and even in the heat of summer answer with some excuse about poor circulation. I'm always cold now because I can't shake the feeling of him holding my chin up, drinking my lifeblood away in cold hunger. I grabbed a pair of jeans and underwear before storming into the bathroom to shower. It was almost eleven o'clock and I had been awake until four in the morning. One thing about me- I'm a night owl. I don't like daylight, which is something I get from my aunt. The 'owl' part of my nickname comes from my glasses and a nerdy, reclusive attitude full of pessimism. Ignore that though, I have plenty of friends even if I don't trust them. I don't trust anyone period.
Half an hour later I came out of the bathroom, dressed and drying my thick brown hair. Today wasn't at all special; it was just part of the regular routine. I was at my grandparent's house because it was Monday and both my parents had work. My younger brother, John, was playing around with my Papa at the pawn shop he owned and I would do the usual and waste the day away writing. I never let people read what I write because of my fear of being judged, but that was fine. I had myself to entertain anyway.
Suddenly an idea hit me. I could ride my bike up to that old castle across town! The vampire was rumored to live there and it killed me to just sit around writing and trying to ignore the memory of his bite. So, I had my plan for the day. It was vague and not very well thought out, but who cared? I didn't. Nana had stopped questioning me about where I was going because she was just happy to see me get out of the basement. I waved and ran up the stairs, bag with cell phone and sketch book on my shoulder, and opened the door to go out. "Wear a helmet!" she reminded me with a smile.
"I will!" I assured her, lying easily. Once I got to the garage I completely ignored the black spider web covered helmet and pulled out my deep aquamarine mountain bike. With a second of working it out of the dusty garage and making sure the tires were aired up I mounted and flew down the street. Suddenly I remembered something important- the cape. Even if he wouldn't help me I needed to return it.
Now I was really sure I was insane. For whatever reason I turned the bike around and rode home. "Forgot something!" I called to Nana and snatched the cape from my closet again. She didn't reply from upstairs. I went to stuff the piece of clothing into my bag but hesitated. I was the kind of person born to wear a cape. With a reluctant but sure smile I snapped the cape around my neck and adjusted the collar. Now I was ready to go.
It took a good half hour, but I got to the castle. It was almost one now and the sun was high. If I had to run for my life all I had to do was get outside. But, remembering who I was dealing with, I seriously doubted I would make it out alive. This was starting to look like a bad idea. I shook off the warning because if this vampire didn't kill me now the nightmares would at some point. I straightened the cape and knocked on the heavy wooden door with an iron knocker. Good lord, I didn't even have some garlic with me.
No one answered the door and I stood for almost ten minutes before getting bored and realizing he wasn't just going to answer the door. It was the middle of the day and besides, he was supposed to be a fictional nightmare character. I decided to try and see if the door was locked. Of course it was. With a frown I walked around the back and found another door. This one, luckily, was unlocked. Or unluckily. I didn't know yet.
The castle was dark and cool. The stone hadn't absorbed the day's heat and I shivered again. The cold was seeping back. Within minutes of just standing around and looking at the décor. A little, hideous hunchbacked man scrambled up at me with an angry look. "You're trespassing! Get out of the castle!" He attempted to chase me away. Knowing better, I crossed my arms. He paused and looked at my cape for a second. "Where did you get that?"
I frowned. This little guy was obviously a servant of the vampire. Of course I couldn't tell the story of how he had bitten me and left the cape after stealing the source of my body heat. I raised an eyebrow coldly and hoped he would know what I meant when I said; "I think you know."
Igor didn't know, but was sure that this was one of master's capes. Where had this little human girl gotten it? "Wait here." He nodded. Oh, count Vlad would not be happy about this at all… The man shuffled down a staircase out of my sight. Keeping my arms crossed, I sat down.
Igor finally got down the stairs to Vlad's chamber and knocked on the coffin lid. It opened slowly and the vampire looked like he was going to strangle his servant. "Vat is it Igor? I am trying to sleep here."
"Master!" Igor flinched. "There is a fourteen year old girl upstairs who has one of your capes. I think she wants to see you." He fiddled his thumbs.
Vlad palmed his forehead. There was only one girl of that description who he remembered having one of his capes- Python Malone. He had bitten her with no hypnotism and then made sure she would remember it because of how rude she had been. Of course it never occurred to the count that she may come back to return the cape or beg forgiveness or something of the like. He sighed. "Tell her to come back tonight."
When Igor told me to come back during the night I wasn't surprised. But I was afraid. He was probably going to take the cape and bite me again. This was insane. I thanked the little man and shuffled out. He tried to take the cape from me and I refused, holding it tight around me. He scowled and waved me out the door.
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I had told my Nana that I was spending the night with my friend Maddy and told Maddy that I would be there by ten at least. Pulling up to the castle, I felt the cold chills coming back under the cape. Igor welcomed me with a crooked smile that set my stomach on fire. Now I could almost feel the threat in the air and started shaking uncontrollably. The vampire was waiting in the living room for me. I was nervous as hell and hugging myself. He laughed quietly.
Vlad looked me up and down with a cold hungry eye. Not again. I thought. The memory of what his somehow hot breath felt like on my throat and the fangs in my throat was enough to keep me from flipping out or smiling at the admittedly attractive vampire. I had to keep in mind that under his charms was the monster that had bitten me in October. "Velcome." He sat up and smiled at me. I frowned. "Good to see you again Python."
I was angrier than ever. "The feeling's not mutual." My arms were crossed again. I tried to bring out the angry and unhappy side of me that was fearless and always had a side growl. It came up and I welcomed it like an old friend. "I came to give back your cape and…" I fought the feeling with a hiss. "Thank you for not killing me."
He chuckled. "How very nice. Now," Vlad laughed again and got up to come over to me. I flinched when his hands found my throat. He unbuttoned the cape and took it from me. I gasped with relief when he tossed it aside. "You're scared of me?"
"Obviously!" I tried to scoot deeper into the couch. Igor laughed wildly. "Can you blame me?"
"Little girls shouldn't be so rude." He smirked. "Or curse. Maybe I would have gone easier on you if you had been nicer."
I frowned coldly. "Well, I'm not sure how much more gentle vampires get when feeding." I rubbed the side of my neck and found the bite marks. He smiled again. My blood type was O-, his personal favorite. I didn't know that, of course. "But I couldn't very well know who I was dealing with."
"A young girl should always be nice and friendly." I was not getting this guy. If he had been so stuck on politeness he should have at least said please and thank you before drinking my blood. The thought of him asking to feed on me somehow funny. I laughed. His eyes glowed a little brightly, surprised at my sudden minute smile.
"And a vampire should not attack and scare little girls." I countered. "You enjoyed attacking me way too much."
About then was when he decided to stop the games before I got to comfortable. "Vell, thank you for returning my cape. Now, vat are you really here for?" He must have known better than to think one of his victims would come back to give him this article of clothing.
"I want you to take away the memory." I sighed deeply. "Of when you attacked me. Please, I don't want to live with this." I put my face in my hands. Looking up, I tried to give him puppy eyes. "I'm sorry for being rude, okay? Please make me forget or something."
The vampire smiled at me. He was a bit sympathetic but still evil. I coughed calmly. He came over to me and lifted my chin to look at him. "You have been through a lot in the last ten months haven't you?"
"Ten months." I tried to look away. He wasn't trying to make me feel better. "Yeah, nightmares. And… cold chills."
"All common for a survivor of a vampire attack." Vlad stood back up but kept me looking at him. "But your case is special."
"Because I was rude you made sure I would always remember the pain." I guessed. It was all too obvious.
"Not so much the pain as what happens when you are rude." He said again. Now I was trying to put him on a guilt trip. It wasn't going to work. "But I think you've learned your lesson."
"Yes, please." I begged. The vampire's smirk grew wider. "Please."
Count Vlad laughed at me quietly. He could feel his fangs growing. The night was pitch dark outside and I had taken up so much of his hunting time… "I vill. For a price."
My blood ran cold. I should have seen this coming. He was going to bite me again… dandy. "No, no I've got to go home. I promised a friend I would be over by ten and it's almost nine forty and…"
"Oh, relax." Vlad looked at me. "My morals don't allow me to kill fourteen year olds. You're safe until next year."
"Safe?" I shrank back. Oh god oh god oh god oh god he was going to drink from me again. "Please. People will be worried about where I am."
"There is always an excuse." The vampire smirked. He didn't try to hide his fangs from me this time. "For the price of forgetting? Besides, you came to me." He waved a hand. "So I vould do it anyway."
I was fairly sure he was warning me that he would do it again if I came back. There was also a hinting chance he would not numb the pain. I shivered coldly. It was practically a repeat of last October. I gasped as the prediction came true. Same as last time I froze up the moment his fangs broke the skin of my neck. The vampire drank and, same as last time, felt some surprise at my strange reflex. I was starkly aware of what was happening and the pain despite the freeze. Igor was still over in the corner but I didn't dare attempt to turn my head and check. As the world got colder I started to come back into my element and struggled more. There was a blur on everything and I barely managed not to scream.
Finally he drew away and licked some of the blood, my blood, off of his lips. I was gasping for breath and choking at the same time. He laughed. "Now you don't have to remember the first attack." I was definitely going to have nightmares for a good long time now. Vlad looked at Igor quickly and waved. "Take her home, or back to her friend's house, wherever." The blood loss was really messing up my head. "You vill not ever tell anyone of this night either." He commanded me. "But, while you will still remember everything, it will be a… pleasant thought" I felt the fuzz of his mind control again and shook my head.
"Yes." I nodded quietly. Ooooh god this was going to stick with me forever. Then the hypnotism was suddenly gone and I remembered how tired I was… how much of my blood he had drunk. This was not my day, was it? Maddy was definitely going to wonder what had happened when I showed up on her doorstep, passed out. But that didn't matter now did it? I curled up on the couch and fell asleep despite the remaining danger. My neck smarted horribly but I didn't care.
Vlad raised an eyebrow at how peaceful I looked. He bit his lip for a second. "Igor, take her wherever she needs to be."
"Yes, master." He nodded and picked me up on his shoulder. I was heavy, of course, it was almost dead weight. "Do you think she'll ask again?" He started to carry me up the stairs.
"Of course not." He nodded with a smile. "She knows not to come back. Maybe I'll leave her be after this." Vlad prepared to fly out again. "But maybe not. I love O-." He chuckled. Igor nodded and went to take me to Maddy's house. Now I definitely couldn't complain anymore.