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“What poetic justice.” Dracula taunted as your whip, through an unfortunate sequence of events, slipped into his hand and around your throat. The more you thrashed the tighter it coiled. “A Belmont, at her mercy, but with the Vampire Killer, poised to strangle her.
“Such a great fruit of endeavour I shall savour slowly.” His hands seized you and turned you around until you were face up, sitting with his broad legs at your sides. They next gathered your wrist and joined them together, looping the belt around them into a makeshift cuff. “But whatever shall I do with you? The usual annihilation of the defeated is so dull. Torture and humiliation are more befitting for my prey, but too usual for a Belmont. Decisions, decisions.” He finished with a definitive tug, his eyes appearing lax but alert. Dear god he was especially heavy; your hips strained under the weight of a wall of muscle saddled by thick layers of fabric. A part of you suspected this was not his fullest. Of course he knew how fragile humans are, but why he did not take the time to crush you was a mystery.
His eyes refocused on you. “But what is unusual is I have not seen a female descendant through the ages.” His claws seized your face turning this way and that. You scowled at his too curious eyes and that devilish smile gracing his lips, mesmerized at his sharp face. “If you have defeated me, you would have gone home, marry and perpetuate the Belmont bloodline, so your heirs would prepare for my next resurrection, no? And the cycle continues henceforth… unless there is a way to end it.”
His voice took a slower, darker turn. “I make you my bride before you find any other half.” His index finger traced along your stomach, upward by the tip of their nail, delicately unlike his horrific promises. “I shall sire a child with you, taking you into my castle. I will feed and cherish and take care of you before arranging the delivery, bringing them into the world safely while keeping you so.” It travelled into the valley between your chest. In reaching there he had leaned closer, his smile sharp as a butcher’s knife. But his face was too mesmerizing for you to turn away, neglecting the finger which now pricked at your jugular vein and traced circles above it. “Afterwards, I will turn you and induct you into our little, homely family. Just so you could watch our child grow healthily under my loving embrace, perhaps yours too if you so choose, as I tutor them on ways of leveraging their half-vampiric identity while indulging their bloodlust, ways of mitigating the Vampire Killer and other combat methods favoured by the Belmonts, and ways of hunting the humanity to extinction now that there is no Belmont left to stop me. I will slowly raise them into hating your bloodline and becoming the apex predator of the night, exceeding what Adrian is ever capable of.
“I will be gentle, I assure you.” The finger arrived at your cheeks and curled along with its neighbours into a caressing fist. “But only if you treat our child well. You can even leave the duty of upbringing on my shoulders.” His thumb peeked out, catching by your lip as his voice dropped several degrees colder. “But trust that if you lay one hand on them… I will make sure you never see them again, nor any peace and sun.”
“You are… you are a monster,” you could only respond.
“As I ever have been. But now that the term is laid out… ” His fist reopened and cradled your chin proper, tilting it adjacent to his lips. “Let us consummate our dark union.”