Nefarious

The New Bride

The screaming was sickening.

Elena's screeches of pain sent chills up Hughs spine. Covered in sweat and foaming at the mouth, her unconscious body twitched and shook violently as the change took over her. All he could do was watch helplessly and try to make her as comfortable as possible, which was quite sad he thought, considering he is the one who inflected this hell on her.

'I had no choice' He said to the empty room running his hands down his face, so his fingers rested on his lips. 'Had Dracula not injected her with his...' he winced slightly at the thought 'diseases, I could have left her mortal. But he just had to have what was mine – had to only slightly drain her, knowing full well it would kill her unless I intervened and turned her completely.' Hughs fist were balled up so tight both hands were white with rage and hate thinking about how he tricked her into thinking it was him...then taking her – taking her when he knew how much she meant to him. Rage was not a strong enough word to describe the emotions that were taking over his body, and Hugh shook with the hatred bubbling up from his core. 'Soon he will come here, seeking his revenge for Mina's death - and I will be waiting' He pushed down the hate, where it settled nicely in his ribs, waiting for its moment to be unleashed.

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Rocco peered in cautiously through the dirty window of the cabin. There he spotted Elena, twitching and convulsing. He watched with horror as her body twisted and contorted into forms that he thought were impossible for the human body to achieve. He crouched lower as he watched Hugh enter the room. His guts pulled and tightened upon seeing his attention and care for Elena – attention and care he had never given her.

Rocco looked at all his women the same. As his; as things to use, and fuck, and show off, and control. In his mind, that's what they were good for. Below him. He would never allow himself to feel for any of them, they would just betray him and use his sympathies for their own gain. But as much as he tried to fight off the nagging feelings of guilt that had begun to eat away at his guts for the recent beating he had inflected on Elena, Rocco just couldn't let it go, much to his annoyance. The thought that he may actually care for this woman was terrifying. And now seeing her here with him, the way he tenderly brushed her hair from her face and wiped her brow so the sweat wouldn't sting her eyes, sent his possessive self into a jealous internal fit.

She belonged to him. And there was no fucking way he was leaving without her.

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Hugh sensed something, some movement from outside. He stood up quickly from the bed side and cocked his head to listen.

"Dracula? Here so soon? Impossible. I would have felt him nearing the cabin ages ago" He spoke aloud to himself. "Still..." He closed his eyes and projected himself to the outside of the cabin in a white mist. Rounding the corner of the building there he saw a man trying to pry open the window of the room where Elena rested. Staring at him for no more then a second, he recognized the zombie immediately. It was the man who had beaten Elena severely, almost to death.

"You, mortal," he grinded out of his clenched jaw "are a dead man walking." He rushed Rocco in his white mist but then stopped abruptly. The evil smile that played across Hugh's lips would have sent Rocco running for his life had he been able to see it. "A perfect treat for my love" He waited for the mortal to enter the room. Blood dripped from his tightly balled fists as his nail dug deeply into his palms.

Rocco stood inside, crouching under the window he just broke in through. He pulled his gun and cocked it as silently as possible. He studied the room from his crouched position and saw no one else. He stood cautiously, pointing his pistol forward, moving it back and forth as his eyes shot across the room. When he reached Elena's bedside, he tried to wake her with one hand while having a firm grip on his gun in the other, eyes constantly searching the room for anyone who would come in from any angle. He tried again to wake her, this time violently shaking her motionless body while loudly whispering her name. "Elena, wake the fuck up. We are leaving – Elena!"