Final Request

Fulfilled

He leaned back over the bed to touch her but as he reached out his hand to graze her cheek she began to curl up and awaken.

...

The burning light that stung her vision began to cease and Clara was slowly becoming aware of a whole new world of sensation and feelings. She could feel the touch of her silk sheets beneath her fingers as it bundled in her fist and a soft breeze from a half-open window passed over her exposed sensitive skin making her shiver.

Slowly opening her newborn eyes she carefully sat herself up and took in her surroundings. Looking around with her now glowing blue irises she recognised the room as her bedroom but something had changed. Every detail was visible to her with an amazing definition.

She could hear the familiar sounds of the city. The underground trains, the cars, the last few Friday night drunkards as they stumbled to find their way home. It was as clear as if everything were taking place right in front of her.

Even the simple light from the moon that shone over the room seemed brighter and in its rays, she saw each drop of rain as they made their way down the glass.

Dropping her gaze she lifted her arms and regarded them with her new eyes, they were unusually pale and cold to the touch. But beneath her skin felt like fire, and her fingernails were noticeably longer also. Carved sharp like eagle talons.

"What did you do" she whispered as she caught sight of the man in her peripheral vision.

Trailing her fingers down her face to her throat she found the two small bumps in her skin that she knew had not been there before. And then in a flood of images, it came to her.

She had been alone. No not alone. He had been there, that man....and they....

"WHAT DID YOU DO!!!!" She yelled as it all became clear to her.

"I think it is quite clear what has been done. Clara, you need to calm down."

"CALM DOWN!? WHAT DO YOU MEAN CALM DOWN YO-"

She stopped suddenly when she looked down and realised she was still naked. She raised her hands in a futile attempt to shield her breasts from his view. Making the man at her side instinctively look in their direction.

Finding her nightgown shoved underneath the pillow she flung it over herself and leapt off the bed to get away from him. But as she stumbled with her newfound speed, she caught sight of the mirror on her vanity. And upon approaching she immediately noticed something amiss.

Her reflection. It was gone.

She touched the glass in the slim hope that somehow she could make it come back but to no avail. Digging in her nails and closing her eyes she sobbed as the true reality of her situation set in.

"I gave it to you, I gave you the opportunity to finally end this. I handed it to you on a plate. Why? Why have you done this?"

The count did not answer he just stood there with his eyes fixed and brow furrowed as if he himself was unsure and trying to figure out the answer. But his lack of response only served to fuel her rage further and just as she was about to shout at him again, she was stalled when a sudden burning rose in her throat.

Clara gripped her neck and gasped.

Sensing her discomfort Dracula realised he had not fed her enough. The few drops she consumed were enough to turn her but in no way would it sate the powerful ravenous hunger of a newborn.

The count took a step towards her, but she quickly recoiled from him.

"No stay away from me" she choked exhaustedly as she clutched at her neck. "You have touched me enough. Now get out of my home."