A Woman and a VampireThis man The Count had already drawn out whatever worth the mortal possessed- whatever the miserable coward could offer him, so the man cowering in the filth, sickly hands gripping the iron bars of his dungeon door and hacking out what could be his final breaths- this pathetic man was worthless now. However, the Count possessed no bloodlust that night - an obscure miracle that would permit the sickly being to wallow in the filth of the deceased victims that had visited Dracula before, for another night.
The tower imprisoned the human as the demon descended into the darker confines of the labyrinth beneath his castle. Wolves, whose loyalty had been sworn to the vampire, were equally tame. They did not sing to the moon, and feasted quietly after a silent kill. Dawn rose over the horizon, an edge of pink that fanned out into the expanse of the sky as the sun awoke and cloaked the presence of the moon with raw light.
However, down below in the nearest town, where people had dared to
A Woman and a Vampire 2Stefania was not a cruel woman, though her resentment could often be interpreted as cruelty, but that observation would be false. She could not be evil, though she could be hard, stubborn, and unforgiving. But never, never cruel at least, it was never meant to be cruelty for there was never an ounce of enjoyment stemming from it.A Woman and a Vampire 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The tired and strained woman tortured her calves in order to seek the full extent of her height, standing on the very tips of her toes as her hands grasped the accumulated filth that had become a texture of slime over the bars in the cell door. When she looked upon the ashen face horribly disfigured by misery and hours of relentless terror lines of these emotions carved into skin by the working of the man's muscles Stefania was not exhibiting cruelty when she failed to feel anything for the first few moments she gazed at her father, found in such a state. He was unrecognizable, brought low, made to be hopelessly pathetic - nothing lik
Love in the Remains of Hell: 6A week had passed and still, Heinkel did not wake and this was greatly concerning Hans. No one should be out for this long after being trapped under a burning building any longer, and she may never wake again this cant happen.Love in the Remains of Hell: 66 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hans did everything he could to nurse her back to health as she was out. He changed her bandages everyday, iced the burns on her skin, dripped soup and water past her lips so she wont starve to death the girl never looked so pathetic and sad it made him sick looking at her no, not disgusted his stomach just turned numb, his vision was slightly off and his heart ached not a normal illness hes ever felt before he should see Dok about this.
On occasion, Heinkel would twitch her hand, shiver, or moan and whimper softly. Those were the only signs that told Hans she was still alive and, possibly, would come out of this deep sleep maybe all this was a good thing. If she was awake and saw him,
Love in the Remains of Hell: 5It almost seemed impossible no, correction: it WAS impossible. Almost everyone saw what happened limbs torn off from his body, cut in half just below the chest, pinned to the wall, wires tearing at his skin, bleeding to death, and then stabbed in the heart with a broken pipe. He was dead he had to be, no one could survive that! It was probably the most horrible and gruesome death anyone has ever seen yet he didnt die. It was the most confusing thing, Luke Valentine living though that horrific attack. And what was even more confusion was that Dok knew he could save him.Love in the Remains of Hell: 57 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But, though he could be saved, the procedures to fix him were not very pleasant. All his limbs and half his body were torn off and, although Hans tried to sew them together like Frankensteins monster back in the city, the nerves were still damaged and Luke could hardly move them, besides the finger twitch from a while back. Dok would have to fix everything, from bones to muscles, conne
Love in the Remains of Hell: 3An hour later, Hans was in the second floor bathroom, filling a small metal bowl with warm water and tucking several white towels under his arm. The rules were simple: no one bothers him about who he brought home and no one goes into the attic upstairs no one at all. Even if they asked for his permission, hed refuse. They cant see he saved Heinkel if they did, she would be dead.Love in the Remains of Hell: 37 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There were only three bedrooms in the entire house: one in the attic and two on the second floor. Rip received one due to an argument that she was the only girl in the house and needed her privacy. There was a fight for the second room and Walter won since he had the worse injuries in the house. For the rest of them, Tubalcain claimed the loveseat, Dok got the large sofa in the study on the second floor, and Schrödinger, for some odd reason, got the rug right in front of the fireplace. Maybe it was a cat thing
As for Hans, he stayed up in the attic sleep was unimportant
Love in the Remains of Hell: 4Hans left about two hours ago and so far, all the men in the house were bored as all hell. Schrödinger waited by the window, watching eagerly for Hans to return. Tubalcain and Walter sat at the table, trying to play cards at the kitchen table. Dok sat on the couch, studying the blood samples he collected from anyone. If someone was poisoned, horribly injured or sick, it can be said in the blood. He picked one up and magnified it with his glasses. Oh ho, ho, he chuckled to himself and set it down. My, did he find something interesting.Love in the Remains of Hell: 47 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The cat boy sighed and rested his chin on the window sill. Im bored, he whined, making his ears droop. When will Hans be back?
Tubalcain sighed and slapped a card onto the table. Shut it, you dumb cat, he growled, grimacing when Walter placed his own card down. Who knows when hell be back an hour, a day it all depends HA! Beat that butler! He grinned and Walter
Love In the Remains of Hell: 1The fire in London was slowly dying and war was over. The buildings were crumbling, the streets covered with blood and debris, and the air stank of burning wood and flesh. The streets were dead, but the war was finally over and in several months, the buildings will be fixed, the streets would be clean, and the people who were lucky enough to escape will come back. Yes the city was dying now, to look for survivors.Love In the Remains of Hell: 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A tall man in a long, dark coat stood among crumbled city. His eyes darted back and forth among the bloody streets and sighed. Hopping off of the crumpled car he stood on, he lanced silently onto the ground and casually, yet carefully strode among the streets. The fighting was over he sighed and stepped over a disembodied hand. Now, he knew there were members still alive somewhere. He found that catboy, Schrödinger, still alive so there must be more. The deal was that Schrödinger would check one side of the city, and he would chec
Love in the Remains of Hell: 7It was a very awkward scene. Captain Hans, the strongest soldier of the Millennium forces, was shirtless, sweating and had his mouth pressed against Heinkel's. Heinkel Wolfe, the most skilled assasin of Section Thirteen Iscariot, was pinned under Hans, body throbbing and eyes wide open to see him kissing her. Yes, it wasn't a very pretty scene. It got even worse when Hans saw her narrow her eyes, then felt her knee jerk from under him and slam hard between his legs.Love in the Remains of Hell: 76 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The poor werewolf's eyes bulged out as he quickly squirmed away from her, groaning silently and holding his manhood tenderly, having trouble breathing and thinking straight. For a holy person, she fought dirty! He fell to his side onto the floor and shuddered, curled up and panting as he tried to regain the feeling down below. Oh good Lord, he now HATED this girl!
Heinkel groaned and sat up, glaring at him with fire in her eyes. "Y-you sick bastard, I ought to murder you!!!" she screamed. Hans felt his blood run cold and st
Love in the Remains of Hell: 8Once Heinkel was awake, she was getting healthier. She moved around, she began to eat more and her wounds were healing very nicely Hans wished to God in heaven that she never had woken up!!!Love in the Remains of Hell: 86 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It seemed that almost every time he tried to take care of her, she'd attack him! She would bite him when he tried to clean her face, kick at him to push him away (her main target was between the legs, as usual) and even threw things at his head! After she stabbed his arm with a fork, he took away her pointy eating utensils and made her eat with a spoon. And that pissed her off even more when he found hamburger meat in the city and cooked it like a well done steak. Take that, you Catholic bitch!
Besides the cooking incident (where Heinkel got him back by smooshing the meat into his face), Hans could not bring himself to harm the girl. She was stubborn, she was violent and she was impulsive! But still the thought of hurting her made his stomach and heart grow numb, then ache in such