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!"

He watched from his invisible state with disgusted amusement at the mortal attempting to wake his beautiful love from her metamorphosis. It sent chills up Hugh's spine. He wanted to wake her now and watch her feed on the flesh of her former tormentor, so she may have the satisfaction of watching him beg for his life as she ripped him apart. The thought made him grin from ear to ear as he watched Rocco trying to wake her in vain.

She would be starving upon awakening. The first feed is always the most sensual for his species, the most erotic. Hard and long orgasms usually accompany the first feeding, and he felt his pants become more uncomfortably tight as he pictured her middle dripping down her inner thighs upon draining his life. He could wait no longer to watch this mortal die.

Hugh closed his eyes and called to her.

"Elena, my bride, my most beautiful love, awake now and feed!" The inhuman voice that rose out of the corner caused Rocco to jump with surprise. As he turned he saw Hugh and froze. His black eyes burrowed deep into his as his fangs slowly ran down his lips. Rocco fired at the thing in the corner, trying to move from the bed side to run but something had his arm. He looked down to see Elena staring up at him with the evillest smile he had ever seen in his entire life. Fear rose up from his stomach and looked on her with terror in his eyes. Small whimpers made their way through his lips as he stared in the black holes where her eyes used to be.

"Hello Rocco" The voice was straight from hell "Did you miss me?" He tried to back away, but he couldn't move, his body frozen with fear and arousal. Elena ran her hand down the side of his face and smiled, her fangs fully exposed to him now. She then ran her hands over her breasts and licked her lips, moaning at the sensation. Rocco growled as he became harder, watching her touch herself. She gently ran her hand down the lace trim of her panties and began moving her fingers in a circular motion, closing her eyes as her wetness ran down her hand. Rocco was so hard he became weak under Elena's spell, begging her to take him in her mouth as he watched her masturbate in front of him. He could see her juices flowing down her legs and he leaked and throbbed at the sight. "Do you like what you see lover?" She purred "Is this what you want?" She spread her legs apart for him to look and her swollen middle. He gasped, trying to crawl on top of her. "Let me fuck you, please!" His desperate, pleading cries caused Hugh to laugh out loud at the sight. 'Revenge is so sweet' he mused.

"Take him now my darling. Feed"

At Hughs command Elena grabbed Rocco's head and twisted it sideways. He screamed at the pain and the popping sounds echoed through the room as she threw him on the bed by his neck. She pounced on top of him and tore at his flesh, tearing a piece of skin from his neck, she sank her fangs into his pulsing vein. Elena moaned and rubbed her middle up and down Rocco's leg, his painful screams only fuelled her desire more. She drank and drank, with every gulp of his blood she poured out wetness all over him as she came over and over. She ravished him until his movements slowed and his screams became only whimpers of begging and pleading. His jeans were soaked clean through with his ejaculate.

Elena's cries were driving Hugh crazy with desire. His darkened eyes loving the sight of his bride enjoying such intense pleasure. He palmed himself and moaned at the sight of her. He could see the line of her juices on Rocco's jeans and could smell her scent from across the room. It was intoxicating.

Elena's last orgasm ripped through her and she screamed Hughs name. Falling on the limp body beneath her, she panted heavily, trying to regain her breath. She stared down at Rocco, her eyes now back to human form. She enjoyed killing him. For all the times he beat her, for all the times he made her bleed, for all the times he made her feel so low she couldn't even get out of bed, for all the times he humiliated and berated her...this revenge was the sweetest and most satisfying.

Elena looked into Rocco's clouded eyes. He tried to speak, but no sound came out. She stared in his eyes until the life ran out of them, and he died under her.

Hugh grabbed Elena by the neck and threw her against the wall. Ripping off her under clothes he rammed himself inside her and she cried out with pleasure. He fucked her hard as she begged him for more, every word she muttered sending him closer to his completion. With a yell, Hugh shot his seed deep inside her, thrusting hard to empty every last drop of himself inside his new bride.

Elena looked in his eyes and smiled. She cupped his face and covered it with tiny, loving kisses. She had never felt better in her life. Hugh smiled at her and carried her to the bed. He pushed Rocco's lifeless body off the side and laid her down gently beside him. He ran his fingers through her hair, amazed at how soft the strands were.

"I love you Hugh" Elena confessed, a blush taking over her now pale cheeks.

"I love you too, my darling bride" and he kissed her lips tenderly as he watched her close her eyes and yawn.

They fell asleep, wrapped peacefully in each others' arms.

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Far away, in a cold, desolate land, a set of eyes watched the two lover's sleep. And plotted his revenge.