VH fic: Salvation In Chains (part 2)
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Title: Salvation In Chains
Pairing: Gabriel Van Helsing/Dracula
Rating: PG-13 'cause Dracula just can't keep his hands to himself.
Summary: What if Van Helsing lost his fight with Dracula? What would the Count do to him?
Part II
Dracula offered a toothy grin that reminded Van Helsing of a cat that had just cornered a mouse. The shimmering candle did little to illuminate the murky room, and the hunter wondered fleetingly if he would ever again lay eyes on the sun.
Unwilling to give Dracula the pleasure of seeing him quake like a frightened child, Van Helsing informed the Count angrily, “If you’re going to kill me, Dracula, stop standing around and just do it.”
To the hunter’s surprise, the vampire actually smiled. “Kill you? Why, Gabriel, what would convince me to do such a thing?”
The captive slayer glowered furiously, the evident mirth in Dracula’s voice causing his own to drop in pitch to a guttural growl. “Because if you don’t kill me now, I will escape and laugh when I rip your throat out.”
Dracula set the candle on the uneven stone floor. The flame flickered briefly as the Count swept closer to Van Helsing. Cold fingers found sculpted flesh as the vampire replied, “In the very rare possibility of your escape, I don’t believe that will be happening.”
The hunter sucked in a sharp breath as Dracula’s hands mapped out the region of his chest. He could already feel the heat collecting in his belly as the Count’s fleeting caresses pushed him closer to arousal. Van Helsing clenched his eyes shut trying desperately not to arch into Dracula’s intangible touches. Had he been watching, he would’ve been able to see the half starved look in the vampire’s obsidian gaze.
Van Helsing shook his head stubbornly refusing to relent so easily. “Even in my wolf form, I would not pay heed to your unholy commands.”
“Your wolf form?” Dracula echoed, his speech taking on a more serious note. “Gabriel, you are a werewolf no longer. As you may sadly recall, your precious Anna was able to arrive in time to administer the antidote.”
Van Helsing closed his eyes for a moment. He remembered perfectly well how the final battle had gone.
“Not that it matters what body you have,” Dracula continued, emphasizing his point by raking sharp nails across Van Helsing’s stomach. “Soon enough, you will do as I say.”
“I will never obey you.”
The amusement had returned to Dracula’s voice as he said, “Never is a long time, Gabriel. Besides, I could very easily make you see things my way...so perhaps it would be best for everyone if you just conform to my wishes now.”
Taking great pains to ignore the pale fingers tracing out unknown patterns across his navel, Van Helsing questioned boldly, “And if I don’t?”
The Count sighed and rolled his eyes as though Van Helsing was simply a naughty child who would not listen to reason. “If you don’t, I will go out, hunt down a few God-fearing innocents, and slowly torture them to death before your eyes until you comply.” The vampire’s blasé tone of voice showed how little he really cared for the aforementioned God-fearing innocents.
“You have no heart,” the hunter scoffed.
“Neither,” Dracula retorted, “do you.”
Van Helsing inhaled sharply as the vampire’s fingers moved passed his abdomen in languid circles that sent electric shocks through his body and straight to his groin. “At least, I have a soul.”
“Not after I’m through with you,” the Count chuckled darkly, his fingers toying at the buttons of his prisoner’s pants. Then those delicate fingers withdrew altogether, and Van Helsing’s trembling body breathed an inward sigh of relief. “Perhaps,” Dracula continued, “I should just leave you hanging here. After all, I merely came to inform you that I shall be away on...business for the next week or so, but maybe when I return you’ll be better behaved, and then I can let you off your leash.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the vampire retrieved the taper from the floor and turned sharply on his heel, long, black cloak twirling around his ankles as he walked...no, floated out of the cell. With a loud clang! the heavy door slammed shut. A faint flicker of flame shining under the doorframe bobbed erratically for a few seconds before disappearing completely as Dracula snuffed the sallow candle and cast Van Helsing once more into darkness.
tbc...
Title: Salvation In Chains
Pairing: Gabriel Van Helsing/Dracula
Rating: PG-13 'cause Dracula just can't keep his hands to himself.
Summary: What if Van Helsing lost his fight with Dracula? What would the Count do to him?
Part II
Dracula offered a toothy grin that reminded Van Helsing of a cat that had just cornered a mouse. The shimmering candle did little to illuminate the murky room, and the hunter wondered fleetingly if he would ever again lay eyes on the sun.
Unwilling to give Dracula the pleasure of seeing him quake like a frightened child, Van Helsing informed the Count angrily, “If you’re going to kill me, Dracula, stop standing around and just do it.”
To the hunter’s surprise, the vampire actually smiled. “Kill you? Why, Gabriel, what would convince me to do such a thing?”
The captive slayer glowered furiously, the evident mirth in Dracula’s voice causing his own to drop in pitch to a guttural growl. “Because if you don’t kill me now, I will escape and laugh when I rip your throat out.”
Dracula set the candle on the uneven stone floor. The flame flickered briefly as the Count swept closer to Van Helsing. Cold fingers found sculpted flesh as the vampire replied, “In the very rare possibility of your escape, I don’t believe that will be happening.”
The hunter sucked in a sharp breath as Dracula’s hands mapped out the region of his chest. He could already feel the heat collecting in his belly as the Count’s fleeting caresses pushed him closer to arousal. Van Helsing clenched his eyes shut trying desperately not to arch into Dracula’s intangible touches. Had he been watching, he would’ve been able to see the half starved look in the vampire’s obsidian gaze.
Van Helsing shook his head stubbornly refusing to relent so easily. “Even in my wolf form, I would not pay heed to your unholy commands.”
“Your wolf form?” Dracula echoed, his speech taking on a more serious note. “Gabriel, you are a werewolf no longer. As you may sadly recall, your precious Anna was able to arrive in time to administer the antidote.”
Van Helsing closed his eyes for a moment. He remembered perfectly well how the final battle had gone.
“Not that it matters what body you have,” Dracula continued, emphasizing his point by raking sharp nails across Van Helsing’s stomach. “Soon enough, you will do as I say.”
“I will never obey you.”
The amusement had returned to Dracula’s voice as he said, “Never is a long time, Gabriel. Besides, I could very easily make you see things my way...so perhaps it would be best for everyone if you just conform to my wishes now.”
Taking great pains to ignore the pale fingers tracing out unknown patterns across his navel, Van Helsing questioned boldly, “And if I don’t?”
The Count sighed and rolled his eyes as though Van Helsing was simply a naughty child who would not listen to reason. “If you don’t, I will go out, hunt down a few God-fearing innocents, and slowly torture them to death before your eyes until you comply.” The vampire’s blasé tone of voice showed how little he really cared for the aforementioned God-fearing innocents.
“You have no heart,” the hunter scoffed.
“Neither,” Dracula retorted, “do you.”
Van Helsing inhaled sharply as the vampire’s fingers moved passed his abdomen in languid circles that sent electric shocks through his body and straight to his groin. “At least, I have a soul.”
“Not after I’m through with you,” the Count chuckled darkly, his fingers toying at the buttons of his prisoner’s pants. Then those delicate fingers withdrew altogether, and Van Helsing’s trembling body breathed an inward sigh of relief. “Perhaps,” Dracula continued, “I should just leave you hanging here. After all, I merely came to inform you that I shall be away on...business for the next week or so, but maybe when I return you’ll be better behaved, and then I can let you off your leash.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the vampire retrieved the taper from the floor and turned sharply on his heel, long, black cloak twirling around his ankles as he walked...no, floated out of the cell. With a loud clang! the heavy door slammed shut. A faint flicker of flame shining under the doorframe bobbed erratically for a few seconds before disappearing completely as Dracula snuffed the sallow candle and cast Van Helsing once more into darkness.
tbc...
