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River Princess	By : BloodValkyrie Category: 1 through F > Beetlejuice Views: 4287 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 24
Reluctance and Aggression

Author's Note: I noticed that some of my chapters have blank spaces at the end, and I'm not sure why. I apologize.

When Charles and Delia found Lydia with Vlad, safe and standing in a corner of the bloody foyer, they both hugged her and cried and sobbed about how worried they were. Lydia appreciated the concern, and she hugged them back.
She wanted to go home with them, but Vlad held her hand and asked, “Will you please stay with me?”
Delia took up a rare antagonistic behavior with him. She pointed at him with a shaking finger, and shrieked, “She needs to be with her family!”
Vlad didn't even raise his voice. He just nodded to the woman, telling her, “I do understand, but I feel that I need to coddle her. I want to take her on a short vacation to a lovely hotel near a shopping district.” He patted Lydia's gloved arm gently. There was still a little dried blood on his hands, but for some reason Lydia wasn't too concerned with it.
“What happened to you guys, anyway?” Charles asked.
“I found her,” said Vlad, “but a man was trying to make her breathe in something, and he was not gentle. I killed him, and then I took her to a bathroom. I locked the door and tended to her face.”
Delia's mouth formed something of an O. Charles took a moment to mutter, “Try to relax. Try to relax.” Then he composed himself with a sigh. “You shot him? Makes sense, but did Lydia get hurt?”
Lydia shook her head. “I'm fine, Dad.”
Then Charles seemed to actually relax, his face seemed looser and less painful. “That's great, I'm so glad you're okay, Pumpkin.” He hugged her again.
She hadn't even thought of that fact. Vlad saved her life.
No matter how afraid she had been of him, or how mean she had been to him … he still saved her life.
Vlad didn't really want her to get hurt.
Lydia pulled away from her father with a gentle smile and then took Vlad's hand. She wasn't sure why she gripped it so tightly, but she did. She pressed her face into his chest and said, “I could use a vacation, but I have school.”
Vlad ran his fingers through her scalp. It gave her a yummy shivering sensation. “We will be gone for only a few days.”
That was when F.B.I. agent Stillwell approached the group. He showed off his badge and said, “Agent Stillwell, F.B.I. I might borrow some of you guys for questioning, is that alright?”
“I have nothing to hide,” Vlad told him. Lydia knew that was a lie for obvious reasons.
The agent turned to Lydia and said, “You know, we can help you get an excuse for your professors."
Then he asked to speak with Delia alone. It seemed pretty random. Lydia gave Vlad a questioning look, and Vlad gave her a sneaky little smile. That was when Lydia assumed the agent was working with Brunhilde, and was interviewing people simply for show.
She figured she understood why. A bunch of people died today. No need for the police to investigate and reveal vampires to the world. She brushed the concern out of her head and said to Vlad, “Three days. That's the most I want to stay out of school.”
***
The “investigation” was terminated unusually quickly, thanks to Brunhilde, and the crime scene was released to be cleaned up by any cleaning company hired. Mihai personally hired one, and paid them extra to do a speedier job.
Mihai took a leaf out of his father's book and decided to stay in a hotel. He planned on visiting Prudence, though. The servants were temporarily dismissed, but still paid for the days. Brunhilde stayed in the mansion; she had promised to look after it. Vlad assumed she would splash around in his hottub like a child.
Vlad took Lydia to a small but luxurious hotel. Lydia was surprised learn that those two women, Gina and Marleen the shopping assistants, would be coming with them. It was mid-morning when they arrived, and Vlad politely told her that he would collapse on a bed for a few hours. So, he made certain she had plenty of cash and her gifted credit card, fell face first onto the bed, not even taking off his shoes, and slept immediately. Lydia thought that was very comical; she had to stop herself from giggling. She had never seen this elegant, intimidating, almost aristocratic man in a state of such exhaustion.
Lydia took a moment to sit on the edge of the bed and look about the place. It was a lovely suite, complete with a little kitchen/dining area, a little den area with a TV and a sofa, a large closet, and a strangely large bathroom. She felt like she was in a lovely apartment instead of a hotel suite.
She had slept in the limousine on the way to the hotel, so Lydia wasn't tired. She also knew that Vlad expected her to spend more of his money. She felt guilty, but she didn't want to spend all day in the hotel suite, no matter how luxurious it felt in there.
Lydia went to the room Gina and Marleen shared and asked them if they were free. Marleen said that for what Mr. Dalca paid them, they would always be free. Lydia decided to take them out for breakfast. Once breakfast was done, they found a beauty spa. They offered time in tanning beds, or even spray tanning, but Lydia wasn't interested in that. When an employee told her about a gym that was nearby, in case she wanted to lose weight (which probably wasn't appropriate to bring up), Lydia told that employee to “watch it” because as she said, “I don't wanna hear it.” Lydia and her two assistants (who really were just paid to hang out with her and make her feel important) took facials, manicures, pedicures, and a quick massage. Then they went to lunch in a little restaurant that served mostly Asian food.
After lunch, they lurked about a video game store, then a book store, and then a music store. Lydia found the temptation to look at shoes too difficult to resist. They went to a very luxurious looking shoe store and stared at everything kind of like a lioness does to prey. There was a pair of zebra print booties worth close to $2,000 that Lydia really wanted to buy, but she felt that she had spent enough on the spa treatments. Then she found a pair of black stilettos with large red fabric roses on the side of the ankle straps. She wanted them pretty badly. She wasn't immune to shoe hunger. Sadly, they were $3,000 for reasons she couldn't understand.
They left the temptations of the shoe store (Lydia wondered how in the world the place stayed in business with such prices). The trio decided to hang out in a mall, in a makeup store. Lydia saw a lovely folly crimson lipstick. Normally Lydia liked purples and dark reds, but this was such a lovely bright color that she decided it was worth the money.
She decided to apologize to Vlad when she got back to the hotel, not that she thought Vlad would be angry. His desire to make his claims on her obvious was evident. She believed she was becoming a combination between a kept woman and a pet. She didn't want this to last long. The perks were fantastic, but she just didn't think being too involved with vampires was a healthy thing.
Brunhilde is fucking terrifying.
Still, Lydia thought she should try fucking Vlad, even though it would hurt her. It wasn't fair for a man to spend all that money on a woman he wanted without getting laid.
They took an early dinner at a pizza place, and then Lydia decided to go back to the hotel. When she was back in the suite, Vlad was still face down on the daintily made bed. Lydia left him alone as she went to take a shower. She was finished blow drying her hair when she heard a knock on the bathroom door.
“Lydia, cum te simți?” Lydia, how are you feeling?
“Bine,” she replied to Vlad. Okay.
She wanted to try on her lipstick, but assumed it would just make a mess. So, she simply dried her nude body and opened the door. He was standing there, not really looking like prey. Lydia pounced anyway.
Her arms clutched him desperately and although her mouth missed at first, touching his throat, she pulled herself up and kissed his lips.
Vlad stepped back, but he held her and groaned. He managed to kick his shoes off, but when Lydia gripped his backside he seemed to stumble. He straightened, though, and took Lydia to the bed, leaning over her. He was touching her breast in a way that she loved, squeezing and caressing and playing with her nipple between his fingers. Lydia tugged on his pants, but he took her hands and put them above her head on the bed. He suckled the flesh over her jugular vein. Lydia whimpered and shivered.
“Te rog, te rog, te simti minunat pentru mine,” she whined. Please, please, you feel wonderful to me.
“Iubită,” he murmured against her neck. Darling.
“Hnnm ...” Lydia tried to free her wrists; she wanted to pull off his shirt. Vlad didn't let her go at first. He gave her a teasing grin with a hint of cruel triumph, like he had won something. Lydia didn't care, since she thought she wasn't losing anything at all. She just pulled at his hands again and quirked her eyebrow at him.
Rather softly, he laughed at her, a smiling sort of laugh. Then he gripped her hips and moved off the bed. Lydia found her lower body raised, while Vlad stood and held her crotch to his face.
He licked her so carefully; Lydia hollered out a curse and then pushed her hand to her mouth. Her other hand scratched at the bedclothes. When he attentively sucked her then throbbing clitoris, she screamed and rocked her hips.
“Prea mult! Nuuuu!” she sobbed. Too much! Noooo!
He didn't seem to be in a merciful mood, and so she was compelled to make all sorts of noise as if in a possessed fit. She thought her body was being electrocuted, even though she wasn't sure what that even felt like. Lydia was somewhat aware of one of her legs flailing about.
Her face felt like it was buzzing, and her body felt hot. She screamed hard enough to make her throat hurt. He put her hips and legs down. Lydia started coughing; her throat wasn't approving of this. She heard Vlad adjusting his pants, but her head was turned and she didn't see that.
Then he was upon her. His face went to her throat, kissing and nibbling, and he just thrust himself inside.
And it hurt like fucking hell.
Lydia clawed at his shoulders. Her throat started to burn, but she bawled out her fears anyway. The only thing she didn't do was beg him to stop.
He didn't act like he wanted to stop. He was growling and hissing in an unnatural way, pounding himself into her, and Lydia mentally prayed to any gods out there to make him cum soon. She stared up at the ceiling, wishing her mind could be as serene and calm as the simple paint color there. His long hair bounced into her face at times, and she ignored that.
It just went on. Lydia wondered if Vlad even knew where he was. He was starting to spit out words that sounded foreign, and sometimes he looked down at her with a surprised face she didn't like.
At one point, it started to hurt maybe a little bit less, but that was when he put longer pauses between his thrusts, and acted like he wanted to go deeper. He wept out a peculiar sound that reminded Lydia of a whale. Something fell on her cheek. She touched it with her fingers. It was a tear.
He pulled her to him and fell on his side, shivering worse than a terrified child. Again, he pushed his face into her throat. When Lydia felt his shaft soften and slip out of her, she sighed. She examined him and noticed he had simply pulled his pants to his ankles. He certainly had been eager, Poor Dear.
Lydia still didn't want to do this again. She felt like someone had ripped her in half and then pushed the halves back together.
When she heard him say her name, she said, “This can't last forever, Vlad.”
“Hhmmm?”
She turned her body around, to face away from him. “I'm sorry. I shouldn't let you give me money … because I don't want this ...” This was difficult to say, because it sort of hurt her feelings, and her voice was dying out because of the screaming. “Vlad … I don't want to be your girlfriend.”
A lamp was tossed over her and against the wall, where it crashed into pieces. She gasped.
This would not end well.
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