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Dracula's Daughter

... my home no longer, now that you've come to take me away." She approached, and though some part of him thought perhaps he should try to flee he stood his ground. Even when she reached and stroked his hair he did not look away, though he trembled. "I knew you would come. Father locked me in here as a punishment for being willful, but all I was doing was waiting for you. I need a strong hand to guide me into the world of living people. We'll make our plans tonight, you and I. We will go to the great cities and taste the joys I've longed for. And I'll repay you, John. I have wealth and power and strange delights you know nothing about, yet..." He was staring at her lips, which were very red despite how pale the rest of her complexion was. Somehow they appeared very inviting... He backed away. " I'll help you if I can, but there's a woman--actually, there's another woman too, and then also I have a brother and, well, it's all very complicated, you see..." He trailed off, suddenly unsure what he was even saying. Seized by an urge, he turned as if to run, but the girl moved fast as a blink and grabbed him by the throat. His eyes bulged as she squeezed and he feared he would pass out, but she released him and, just as quickly, caught him up in her arms and bent her toward him. Their lips met. She was cold, but there was something soft and inviting about her skin, her figure, the hungry pull of her mouth. He kissed her back, and when she did not break off he did it harder, and soon ...

... they were leaning over the coffin, devouring each other with kisses, her half-naked body slipping against his, her naked breasts, pale as purest ivory, pressed against him. His heart beat so loud that he imagined the pulse reverberating through her. When they finished he gasped and crumpled to the ground, hugging her knees, sobbing, begging forgiveness. She stroked his head like a loyal dog. Suddenly he felt that nothing was more important than helping this strange, beautiful woman. Somewhere nearby, on the other side of the wall, he heard a voice--Gwen?--still screaming, but it was like it was happening in another world. He kissed the strange girl's bare legs, his lips tracing the curve of her exquisite calves. She purred and reclined in the coffin. "I have power and money, but I need a living man for my journey, for I must travel in strange, dark ways. I long for the world, John dear. Your devotion will open its gates to me. At least I'll see the great cities: their lights and their gaiety, their strong, young people. Strong, and filled with...with..." For a moment John thought she might cry. Then she pushed his head back, and he let her, though he did not understand why. She opened her mouth and seemed to kiss his neck, and then-- Outside, Gwen kept beating at the wall, but her strength was fading. Her voice was fading. The light had long since faded. Slowly but surely, the darkness of Castle Dracula swallowed her up. *** Six months later: Gwen called her sister's name, but ...