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scripsiTitle: Sophie
Fandom: Dracula/The Historian
Rating: R
Genre: Horror
Characters: Dracula, OFC
Warnings: Vampires. Sadism
Summary: Two women meet in a library, but one of them isn't quite who she seems. And Dracula does not take kindly to competition. A sequel to Clara. The Historian fandom but can be read by anyone who enjoys vampire stories.
AN: I have finished a multi-chapter story! Woot! And I’m pleased with my vampire stories as they are more my own than fanfic.
Previous chapters can be found here.
At the End
Sophie had woke up just before sunset and had stood on the balcony to watch the daylight die. She went inside to light a few candles, wondering a little when Clara would come back when she saw Dracula. He was sitting calmly in a chair, perfectly still. When Sophie had first known about his and Clara’s nature she had only seen how alike they were, but after spending so much time with Clara, she could see the difference between them. Clara, even if she didn’t breathe, still maintained a string of very human ticks, stroking back a lock of her hair, licking her lips, wiggling her fingers, even when she was absorbed in a book, but Dracula was just still. The only thing alive in his features were his eyes, otherwise he could have been a statue. Or a corpse, a corpse with living eyes. And older, infinitely older, Sophie could sense the centuries he had laid to rest, even if she couldn’t see them.
He gestured to her to sit. Sophie had waited for this moment for so long now that she felt more relieved than scared. She had known for a long time that she wouldn’t survive this and now she just wished that she could have seen Clara one last time. For some time Dracula sat in silence before he spoke.
“I learned in my living days that if you are a to be a great leader, you will have to handle many things that a lesser man would feel to be above him, like acknowledging his mistakes.” He gave her a small inclination of his head. “I have to admit that I mis-judged you when you first came to my attention. You have shown a resilience to my world I find admirable. With very little have you forged out an existence here, were most would have gone mad.”
Another silence. Sophie’s mind reeled a little from his unexpected acknowledge and she wondered where this were heeding.
“I am old and I have made myself many servants since I started to walk the earth in this shape. Still, most of them are barely last a few decades, perhaps a century. Do you know why?”
Sophie shook her head and he continued.
“Their minds grow stale when the world they were born to change beyond recognition. For all humankind have evolved and adapted to live all over the earth, they have never needed to learn to cope with the changes time inevitably brings. Few have been able to follow me through times as death by it’s very nature only brings the change of decay. I have high hopes for my Clara, though. She is young yet, but her mind is a beacon and I promised her hearts desire. I didn’t know that she would desire the company of someone more like herself, but I see that she does.”
Sophie didn’t dare to move. She wasn’t quite sure if he was talking to her or just to himself and she didn’t dare thinking of what his words implied. He looked at her, his eyes burning with green fire, his gaze so intense that Sophie felt it could scorch her.
“I can give you what your heart wants the most. I can give you Clara for all eternity.”
“Not without a cost, I’m sure. What will you demand of me in return?”
“Your life’s blood and, something else.” He motioned to her to come to stand before him and Sophie complied, even if her legs shook.
“ I have watched you and I think that you understand something that Clara for her brilliance never can. I promised I would never hurt her as long as she obeys me and I have kept my word. For her, pain is just punishment and it would break her, but I believe that you are different, I believe that you can see how pain is a special kind of beauty.”
Dracula took her hand. “Kneel for me, child.”
She kneeled, looking up into his face. His hand, cool and smooth, stroke her face then his nails, hard and sharp as glass raked down her neck, drawing blood. Sophie shuddered, breath catching, but she didn’t move.
“You do understand it, that pain and pleasure are twins, feeding each other?”
Sophie thought of Clara’s fair skin burning under the cross and the pleasure Dracula had derived from it. It had been horrible, but she understood what he meant.
“Yes,” she whispered.
He smiled faintly. “Very well then, like Persephone I will give you half the time in the light, but when Clara travels on my orders, you will reside with me. and you will give me what Clara can’t.”
“Do I have any choice?”
“You do. I crave your willingness, say no and I will kill you. I might even give you a quick and painless death.”
There was a movement in the room and Sophie turned her head to see Clara standing there.
“Oh Sophie,” she said. “You don’t realise what you will condemn yourself for if you say yes.”
“But do you want me?”
Clara kneeled at Sophie’s side and folded her into her arms. Sophie rested her head on Clara’s shoulder, clinging to her. “I do, sweetest. Always.”
“Then it will be worth it.”
Sophie could feel Dracula’s hand brushing away her hair from her neck, his touch as gentle as a lovers and she closed her eyes and waited.
END
Fandom: Dracula/The Historian
Rating: R
Genre: Horror
Characters: Dracula, OFC
Warnings: Vampires. Sadism
Summary: Two women meet in a library, but one of them isn't quite who she seems. And Dracula does not take kindly to competition. A sequel to Clara. The Historian fandom but can be read by anyone who enjoys vampire stories.
AN: I have finished a multi-chapter story! Woot! And I’m pleased with my vampire stories as they are more my own than fanfic.
Previous chapters can be found here.
At the End
Sophie had woke up just before sunset and had stood on the balcony to watch the daylight die. She went inside to light a few candles, wondering a little when Clara would come back when she saw Dracula. He was sitting calmly in a chair, perfectly still. When Sophie had first known about his and Clara’s nature she had only seen how alike they were, but after spending so much time with Clara, she could see the difference between them. Clara, even if she didn’t breathe, still maintained a string of very human ticks, stroking back a lock of her hair, licking her lips, wiggling her fingers, even when she was absorbed in a book, but Dracula was just still. The only thing alive in his features were his eyes, otherwise he could have been a statue. Or a corpse, a corpse with living eyes. And older, infinitely older, Sophie could sense the centuries he had laid to rest, even if she couldn’t see them.
He gestured to her to sit. Sophie had waited for this moment for so long now that she felt more relieved than scared. She had known for a long time that she wouldn’t survive this and now she just wished that she could have seen Clara one last time. For some time Dracula sat in silence before he spoke.
“I learned in my living days that if you are a to be a great leader, you will have to handle many things that a lesser man would feel to be above him, like acknowledging his mistakes.” He gave her a small inclination of his head. “I have to admit that I mis-judged you when you first came to my attention. You have shown a resilience to my world I find admirable. With very little have you forged out an existence here, were most would have gone mad.”
Another silence. Sophie’s mind reeled a little from his unexpected acknowledge and she wondered where this were heeding.
“I am old and I have made myself many servants since I started to walk the earth in this shape. Still, most of them are barely last a few decades, perhaps a century. Do you know why?”
Sophie shook her head and he continued.
“Their minds grow stale when the world they were born to change beyond recognition. For all humankind have evolved and adapted to live all over the earth, they have never needed to learn to cope with the changes time inevitably brings. Few have been able to follow me through times as death by it’s very nature only brings the change of decay. I have high hopes for my Clara, though. She is young yet, but her mind is a beacon and I promised her hearts desire. I didn’t know that she would desire the company of someone more like herself, but I see that she does.”
Sophie didn’t dare to move. She wasn’t quite sure if he was talking to her or just to himself and she didn’t dare thinking of what his words implied. He looked at her, his eyes burning with green fire, his gaze so intense that Sophie felt it could scorch her.
“I can give you what your heart wants the most. I can give you Clara for all eternity.”
“Not without a cost, I’m sure. What will you demand of me in return?”
“Your life’s blood and, something else.” He motioned to her to come to stand before him and Sophie complied, even if her legs shook.
“ I have watched you and I think that you understand something that Clara for her brilliance never can. I promised I would never hurt her as long as she obeys me and I have kept my word. For her, pain is just punishment and it would break her, but I believe that you are different, I believe that you can see how pain is a special kind of beauty.”
Dracula took her hand. “Kneel for me, child.”
She kneeled, looking up into his face. His hand, cool and smooth, stroke her face then his nails, hard and sharp as glass raked down her neck, drawing blood. Sophie shuddered, breath catching, but she didn’t move.
“You do understand it, that pain and pleasure are twins, feeding each other?”
Sophie thought of Clara’s fair skin burning under the cross and the pleasure Dracula had derived from it. It had been horrible, but she understood what he meant.
“Yes,” she whispered.
He smiled faintly. “Very well then, like Persephone I will give you half the time in the light, but when Clara travels on my orders, you will reside with me. and you will give me what Clara can’t.”
“Do I have any choice?”
“You do. I crave your willingness, say no and I will kill you. I might even give you a quick and painless death.”
There was a movement in the room and Sophie turned her head to see Clara standing there.
“Oh Sophie,” she said. “You don’t realise what you will condemn yourself for if you say yes.”
“But do you want me?”
Clara kneeled at Sophie’s side and folded her into her arms. Sophie rested her head on Clara’s shoulder, clinging to her. “I do, sweetest. Always.”
“Then it will be worth it.”
Sophie could feel Dracula’s hand brushing away her hair from her neck, his touch as gentle as a lovers and she closed her eyes and waited.
END
