The Perfect Bride

Unwilling Candidate

Seras Victoria ran through the woods, her heart beating wildly and the gun cocked at her side. Her thoughts were desperately trying to catch up to the memories flashing through her mind, attempting to make sense of what had happened.

What she had seen back there, first her fellow comrades attacking her, all coming back from the grave to do so, and then her run in with the insane man in red. No, what he had done to that woman was not human. He was a monster; shooting him did nothing to harm his body and what he had said to her. Was he really a bloodsucker?!

Suddenly a clearing came to view, the regal headstones of a graveyard sloping down a hill. A church lay nestled at the bottom, a calming view to the chaos around her and a possible place of sanctuary.

Seras’ blue eyes drooped slightly, her voice a mere whisper as she threatened the vampire with her gun, aiming the weapon at his forehead. However, the finger pressing the trigger refused to pull back, the vampire speaking soothingly though the words terrified her. Her mind was screaming at her body to move, to take action against the monster holding her, but she received no response. The gun clattered to the ground and the priest’s smirk grew larger, pulling her back against his chest as his fangs grazed her neck.

Suddenly the wooden doors of the church broke open, splinters and debris flying as a figure stepped into the aisle.

She wouldn’t be used as a human shield for such a vile monster.

A sudden idea came to mind as Seras heard the vampire holding her start to beg for his life. She noticed the red clad monster was also ignoring his pleas, his attention fixed on her as was his gun. The look of interest he gave her sent a chill through her blood but she had a more pressing issue to deal with. Steeling her nerve and praying the priest was not immune to pain like the creature before her, the young woman quickly thrust her elbow into her capture’s stomach. To her joy he reflexively released his hold, clutching his wounded abdomen as she hurried out of his grasp. Catching her dropped gun, she spun around to face the two vampires.

Now here Seras stood, her gun positioned between the monsters and undecided as to which was the greater threat. Her eyes warily watched them both as she slowly began backing away into the pews, having noted the side door used by the fake priest and intent on making fair use of the obvious exit.

However, the false priest’s eyes widened in understanding and he moved to intercept her escape. A shot rang out and Seras saw the vampire crumble to dust before her, his last strangled yell falling with his ashes. She turned her back upon the horrid sight and ran through the opened door, her feet pounding on the wooden floor. A short hallway stretched before her, office doors along one side and her chance of freedom straight ahead; a door marked ‘exit.’

Seras burst through the portal and into the soothing night air, her feet swiftly taking her far from the nightmare she had stumbled upon. The line of trees surrounding the chapel loomed ahead of her, swallowing her tiny form as she entered their depths. Her breathing became labored as she pushed her body beyond the strain she was accustomed to, her legs dead weights as they began to drag over the ground. Bursting out into a small meadow she collapsed upon the ground in the center, her vantage point giving her time to run should something more come from the darkness.

Clutching her hand to her slowing heart, Seras slowly lifted her head and for the first time observed the area she now found herself in. The large trees hanging around her caused a shiver to run through her spine, reminding her of what had taken place only a few minutes before. The earth beneath was soft for her aching muscles while the open space provided a needed area to relax, the shadows of the woods unable to reach where she now sat. Suddenly a joyous smile lit her face as she noticed a well-used path a few meters ahead of her, apparently leading to the village and possibly to the main road.

Unsteadily rising to her feet, Seras walked to the path and began to follow the tread ground into the woods. She was nervous around the darkened shapes of the large trees and the silence of the still night, but had few options other than to keep in the trail. Coming over a sloping rise she noticed with glee the roofs of houses below her, her steps quickening with the hope of a safe haven.

Suddenly Seras stopped in her progression forward, a chill sliding through her body as a breeze wafted by her form. She slowly turned her head from side to side, the unease within her growing as she unknowingly held her breath. Seeing nothing to cause her fears, she took a tentative step forward and was rewarded by a flash of color in the corner of her eye; a blood red color.

With a small shriek and a fast thrumming heartbeat Seras allowed her instincts to take her away, her feet pounding along the packed dirt toward the dark houses. She had nearly crossed half the needed distance when a presence wrapped around her being, and she knew someone was watching her attempts to flee from their person. Dark laughter confirmed her suspicions but still she ran on, the oppressive sense of shadow stifling what air filled her lungs. However, she was only a few meters from her destination, the gap closing quickly. A few more steps to a house and her hand eagerly reached out to grasp the doorknob so visible to her desperate eyes.

A scream escaped her lips as she was suddenly wrenched away from her haven, a gloved hand snagging her outstretched wrist as an arm snaked around her waist. She watched as the village slipped from sight with blinding speed, her captor pulling them back up the hill and into the woods. With a violent twist she was thrown to the ground, quickly noticing the familiar meadow as she attempted to rise to her feet. However her efforts were hampered by a firm grip placed upon her collar, pulling her back toward a very hard chest.

Seras screamed and thrashed in her attacker’s arms, failing miserably to dislodge his hold and gain her freedom. She gave a sharp cry as the grip around her neck tightened, effectively cutting off her air supply and making her squirm for the much needed breathing. A hand slithered around her waist, effectively pinning her arms to her sides and restricting her body’s movements.

“Stop thrashing, pet” a cold voice spoke behind her, their words only renewing in her the need to struggle. However, a quick but demanding nip at her ear stilled her movements, a gasp pouring from her mouth as a long tongue snaked over the shivering flesh. She decided to reason with the person holding her captive.

“Please, let me go” she spoke, tears welling up in her eyes. The night’s events were beginning to take their toll upon both her mind and body, her useless attempts to escape only adding to her frustration.

“I don’t think I will, pet” the person responded, nuzzling her hair affectionately while his hands moved. “Such a pretty little thing” he murmured against the back of her neck, raising the tiny hairs there as he brushed his lips over the sensitive skin. “And such sweet darkness.”

“Let me go!” Seras now demanded. She began to kick, yell, bite, anything to loosen the steel hold he had over her body. Distantly she heard a chuckle vibrate through the chest she was securely pressed against, but did not heed the signals going off in her mind until too late.

Seras was still struggling when she felt something slither up her leg, stopping her actions to look down. Her eyes widened as she watched several dark tendrils rise up her body, letting out a yelp when one wrapped around a leg and squeezed the pliant flesh. She writhed against the firm body clutching her, trying to shake off the intruding darkness and fighting against the onslaught of sensations the touch of them brought. A gasp was wrenched from her as one of the tendrils slipped beneath the belt of her uniform, sliding over the heated skin and slipping beneath the thin straps of her thong.

Seras barely registered as the other tendrils climbed higher, two sliding between her shirt buttons and pressing against her covered breasts. They wrapped themselves around the hardened nipples, squeezing lightly as she writhed against their touches. She moaned as the darkness between her thighs pushed aside her thong, beginning to rub her lips in a constant rhythm. Her hips acted on her own, moving in time with the tendril as heat built in her core. With her preoccupied an unnoticed rope reached her closed eyes, sensually sliding along her partially opened lips. Before she could react to the ministrations, the pliant shadow wrapped itself over her mouth and Seras screaming as she noticed a miasma being released into her open cavern. Her eyes clouded over as a fog entered her mind, her head drooping before she went limp in the person’s arms.

Alucard picked Seras up bridal style and looked at the young woman nestled in his arms, a wicked grin appearing on his face as he thought of the coming weeks. Darkness opened before him and he stepped through the welcomed portal, appearing in a strange room with but one door and a single bed. Gently he placed her upon the single piece of furniture, wiping a stray hair from her face. He growled when a sudden pull called to him in his mind, alerting him to Integra’s want.

“My master is calling me, little one” he whispered to the unconscious girl lying atop the satin covers. “I will return as soon as I can, and then we will start your training.” Alucard was gone in a flurry of dark energy, planning Seras’ fate with fervor.

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