Hellfire [[Dracula]]|

[Guenivere Aberneathy]

Guenivere never got nervous when monster hunting anymore; she had overcome that a long time ago. She could still remember the first time she had killed for the church, it had been a werewolf. Her hands had been shaking horribly and afterwards she had had to expel the contents of her stomach. But that had been years ago, now her hands didn't even begin to tremble.

She was in the forest, on her way back from a mission on the outskirts of the country side, and had to stop for the evening. She could not see, and doubted the stud she had been riding could either. She had started a fire, and was now beside it, trying to keep warm. The Transylvanian weather was always so cold this time of the year. Her long jacket was pulled tight around her and her stud was tethered close by. It was so quite, so peaceful, she had been lulled into a sense of false security. That was until her stud lifted his head and his ears went forward.

He saw something.

Her hand slid slowly to her pistol on her hip and grasped it, cocking the hammer. She was on edge now, ready for anything.

[Vladislaus Dracula]

Dracula slowly made his way down the forest floor looking for nice meal for the night. He was sick of spending all of his time in the castle and wanted to get out more. Running his fingers through his hair he thingyed his head to one side. Hearing a human heartbeat in his ears he grinned. "Ahh blood" he said licking his white fangs. Quickening his foot step pace he turned around and headed toward the sound. He then came upon a young girl. Never seen her before but he liked to see new beautiful girls. walking slowly up to her he looked her up and down. "I heard you love.."

[Guenivere Aberneathy]

Guenivere was on her feet the instant the man appeared, gun loaded and ready. Beside her, her horse nickered in alarm, stomping one foot on the ground and tossing his head. Her first instinct was to calm the animal, but she refused to turn her back on this man. When he said that he had heard her, she arched a brow. She had been so extremely quite, so extremely cautious, how could he have heard her with human senses. Was he even human.

The way his eyes scanned her caused her to grimace slightly. She felt like a piece of meat. Guenivere had never been like most girls to go galavanting after men. She finally mustered her words. "What do you want?" Her voice was hard, fearless.

[Vladislaus Dracula]

Dracula smirked at the young girl. "you don't know who I am do you.." he said in a harse tone. He walked over to the horse staring it in the eyes making it feel alittle uneasy and it bucked her off the horse. He looked down at her towering over her. "I am Count Vladislaus Dracula. " he gazed down at her sword eyes turning blue. "Don't bother with that mere little sword. I have more powers than you can imagine. Don't believe me? How else would I be able to hear you think, hear your own heartbeat in my ears, and hear footsteps from yards away" he said staring at her coldly. He hissed at her and kissed her hand.

[Guenivere Aberneathy]

Guenivere jumped aside as the stallion bucked out, his hooves barely missing her. Usually her reflexes were a lot faster, but this man had entranced her, she could not look away. When he introduced himself, she froze. Oh yes, she had heard of him, she had to kill him, it was her job, but she could not look away from him. Her gun was still raised, ready to fire, but she could not pull the trigger. When he took her hand and kissed it, a tremor ran through her body, but she suppressed it so it was not as visible.

[Vladislaus Dracula]

He sensed her fear and he loved it. "Ahh fear. Nice thing to come from you. And who might you be pet" he said with blazing eyes staring right through her. He didn't much like girls that were so d**n quiet. He grabbed her hand and pulled her up off the ground walking her into a tree. He hissed at her placing his hand onto her neck. "Fresh blood'

[Guenivere Aberneathy]

Guenivere was on her haunches only moments later when he called her pet. She hated being called pet, it was a...for lack of a better word, pet peeve. She glared at him, and could not help but gasp softly as he pushed her into a tree, his hands on her neck, She took in a deep breath, trying to regain her self control, and causing her breast to rise and fall ever so slightly. She simply glared at him, but she could not stop her breath from speeding up ever so slightly at his touch.

[Vladislaus Dracula]

He smiled noticing the more he did to her the more scared she got and the more she panicked and breathed harder and harder. Shaking his head he ran his fingers through her long hair sniffing it. "Your a beautiful girl.. I can make you into one of my new brides if you'd like he said grabbing her wrist staring at it madly with cold hard stale eyes. Lowing his head lower and lower he bared his fangs and bit into it quickly and chomped down hair drawing more blood out of her vein

[Guenivere Aberneathy]

Guenivere felt a soft moan escape her lips as his fingers ran through her hair. Howeverlet out a cry of surprise as he bit down into her skin and her free hand moved to his shoulder, pushing. "Get off." She snarled, yanking her wrist away. She hissed between her teeth, pain spiking through her arm. "Get the hell away from me." She snarled, not fearful anymore but angry. Her hand moved to her injured wrist, wrapping around it to try and stem the bleeding.

[Vladislaus Dracula]

Dracula snarled angrily grabbing her neck and lifted her up into the air and chucked her across a path. "You have no power over me. How dare you speak over me" he said wiping his mouth. " Your blood has a sweet taste.. I like it" he said hissing. He walked toward her slowly.

(we should have more people join this)

[Guenivere Aberneathy]

(maybe later, I'm enjoying this now)

Guenivere meeped as her back hit the hard path and pain hit her shoulders. She took a deep breath, pushing herself up onto her elbows. As she did so, she saw Dracula coming across the path towards her. Her hand reached down to pull her dagger from her boot, inconspicuously. As soon as he was close enough, she threw it, hoping it would hit him. She then pushed herself to her feet, her muscles now sore and wrist bleeding.

[Vladislaus Dracula]

(that's completely fine ^ ^)

Dracula flew back as the dagger hit him in the chest and he looked up at the girl with a glare. "Good god your not like those other girls... they talk more" He took the dagger out of his chest tossed it on the ground angrily baring his fangs. "Don't you know that that can't hurt me?!" He slowly got up off the ground chasing after her and kicked her down onto the ground and then scratched her across her face[/size]

[Guenivere Aberneathy]

Guenivere hissed as he scratched her face, and tried to fight back, but her injured wrist didn't help her much. She was loosing blood fast, nothing she could do could stem the bleeding. If she didn't stop it soon, she would pass out and she would be left to this man's devices. She was slowly becoming weaker because of the blood loss, red now staining her pristine white sleeve and slowly soaking up. When she could fight no more, she fell back, still conscious but unable to fight back anymore. Her breathing was heavy, and she glared at him with dark, whiskey colored eyes.

[Vladislaus Dracula]

((can you add in some dialoge)

He loved seeing her in pain. Or for that fact any person in pain. It always gave him a thrill that he loved so very much. "Had enough? Just tell me and I'll stop" he said in a sarcastic tone. Dracula never really was sarcastic. In fact he wasn't being sarcastic. He really would stop and be alittle nice to her for the most part but he liked messing with her head the most.

[Guenivere Aberneathy]

(sorry honey)

Guenivere took a few deep breaths. Despite her weakened state, her fire had not gone out, and she still had some fight left in her. She pushed herself up slowly and glared at him. "And you expect me to believe that if I say stop, you'll stop? Bullnuts, I know your kind." She snarled and slowly, difficultly, pulled herself to her feet. She moaned in pain and her sore, tired muscles stretched out, long legs unfolding as she pulled herself off the ground. "Why don't you just kill me?" she snapped.