The sun was beginning to creep over the trees on the horizon and the path to the cabin was littered with spots of light. Hugh carefully navigated his way through the overgrown path, intent on reaching the cabin before daylight broke, and saving himself and Elena from certain death. It was not an easy task: He still carried her - refusing to let her down despite her objections, but in doing so he was not as quick, and his steps became uneven and clumsy as he tripped over the dead branched and debris.

His hunger was voracious. He wanted to ravish her. Now.

The smell of dried blood on Elena's body was torture. Hugh felt his legs begin to shake, and the saliva pooling in his mouth at the thought of tasting her was becoming too much to bare. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt so torn and so desperate to have a woman all at the same time. His ability to concentrate was diminishing by the second, and his hunger grew steadily causing his fangs to slowly pull down from his gums.

When Elena looked up at him, he was staring down at her panting. His fangs were fully exposed, and his long tongue licked his lips seductively. She looked up at him again and pushed herself out of his arms, falling onto the leaves below. The look he was giving her was completely predatory, making her shiver. She could feel his arousal, feel his hunger for her. Elena felt fear rising from her core, and she slowly began crawling backwards on her hands and feet in the leaves. There was something in his eyes that made her almost submissive. All her limbs felt like they were being pulled into the ground, hindering her movements.

Their eyes never left each other. The way he stared at her; she couldn't move away from him. She should have run, but her body slowed as she lay there watching him. Elena felt a burning inside her that was dragging her to him. Desire pulsed through every vein; her body was begging her mind to give in to him. She was so scared, but the need she felt for him was just too strong, it was over whelming; to have him, to feel him, to give herself to him.

Hugh watched her like a wolf stocking its prey. His chest heaved, and his breath came out in short, quick gasps. He could smell her menstruation and he growled deep inside his throat. 'The rarest of all blood, the most precious' he said to himself 'She will be all for me, she will be mine forever.'

He lunged at her, trying to grab her arm to pull her into his body, but a searing pain made him recoil and hiss. He held his arm tightly and covered the red, blistery burn with inside of his coat.

The sun.

They hadn't noticed how high the sun had become and it broke the spell both were under.

"Hugh!" Elena pushed herself off the ground and ran to him. Taking his arm out of the coat she looked at the burn. It was bad, but not something he wouldn't recover from with time. It did need to be washed and wrapped and kept from the air and light.

"Hugh..." She looked at him and blackness fell all around her as she tumbled to the ground. Hugh knelt beside her and felt her forehead. She was cold. Her body was in the place between the living and the dead, leaving it unable to function as before. He picked her up and began once again on shaky legs to the cabin. To claim her, to turn her.

To make her his. Forever.

"Soon my love, we will be one" He kissed her cheek and picked her up, carful not to injure his already burned arm. His desire simmering just under his calm façade.

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When Elena awoke, she was inside a small room that was beautifully decorated with warm fabrics and cozy décor. Hints of yester year played out all over the room, from the wash basin on the antique dresser to the meticulously carved oval mirror over the dressing table. It was stunning. She looked around and wondered where she was. Hugh...where was he?

She threw off the thick duvet and suddenly realized she was now wearing a long, off-white dress with lace and ribbon ties in the front that criss-crossed from below the belly button to mid chest. It was loose at the top and hung freely over her right shoulder. Elena stood up at the side of the bed admiring it. The dress was beautiful. Long to the floor with lace and embroidery covering the skirt and sheer fabric on the arms that flowed through the air when she moved like wings.

Elena took in the room with a sigh. She found herself quite at home in this strange place and she wondered why some things felt familiar to her, like a Deja' vu... but how...

"Hello my darling" His voice was smooth and seductive. Hugh stood at the door with his arms crossed over his naked chest, and the look of a starving man in his eyes. Elena's knees felt like rubber.

"Do you like the dress? I hoped you would...I thought it would look beautiful on you..." He stared at her and it took every bit of control he had not to take her right there. Beautiful was an understatement. She looked beyond stunning; like she was picked by the Gods just for him, waiting for him to come for her. He felt his pants become uncomfortably tight and every part of him ached for her.

"I love it" She suddenly felt very vulnerable and looked away. She could feel him undressing her with his eyes "I know I must have passed out; I don't remember walking here...thank you."

"For what?"

"For making sure I made it here when I couldn't do it myself." Elena nervously played with her fingers. She knew what he was, and she knew she was also on the verge of becoming like him. She had so many questions, but two trumped all of them: Would she forget who she was and become a killer? Sensing her ill ease, Hugh reached his hand out for her, and Elena walked to him and took it gladly.

"My dearest love, do not be afraid of what you will become with me. You will still be you - but better in many ways. You will never get sick, you will never have mortal injuries to succumb too, you will live a hundred years and age only one human year..."

He was lying. He prayed she couldn't sense it.

Hugh knew all too well the changes that will come, but he had no choice. She may feel fine now but with in the hour she will be screaming in pain if he doesn't turn her. Her death will be slow and agonizing, and he will be powerless to stop it. Once she begins to die from the seething poison that that bastard injected into her when he fed, Hugh could no longer counter the bite with one of his own. Her body would already be shutting down and if he fed on her, it would kill him. His kind could feed only on the living for a reason.

Elena licked his bottom lip and he pulled her into his body, his erection digging into her stomach. She placed her pointer finger on his lips to quite his talking. Walking backwards towards the bed, she never broke eye contact. She could feel him sense her arousal, and from her parted lips a moan escaped, making him hungrier then ever before.

He stepped to her, but she shook her head no, he relented and stayed by the door, his wet tongue licking his lips in anticipation while his fangs dripped with saliva waiting for her.

The loose bow at the top of her dress fell apart when she tugged at it, and the crossed ribbon became loose on the fabric covering her breasts. Elena gently pulled the lace apart enough that her nipples showed through. She watched Hugh shift as she ran her hand down her throat, feeling her middle swell with wetness for him.

His eyes were completely black now, his fangs fully exposed to her. She laid back on the bed and opened her dress exposing her swollen breast to him. She could hear his growls from across the bedroom and it made her moan for him. She rested both arms above her head, and her hair was a sultry mess all over the pillow. She had awakened in him that which he had buried for a millennia.

With heavy, pounding steps Hugh marched toward Elena. Grabbing her hair harshly he attacked her expose breasts. His tongue licked in circles around her tender nipple and she moaned for him loudly. He moved from one to the other, licking and sucking passionately. Her fingers tangled in his hair, whispering his name through swollen lips. He made one tiny cut in her pale flesh with his fang and she gasped. It stung, like an insect bite, but her body wanted more - her juices dripping down her inner thigh at the sensation. He drank from her slowly. The taste of her blood in her mouth was ecstasy. Hughs eyes rolled back, and his cock leaked. He made another small cut and drank from her again. He looked up at her, and she was panting for him. He could sense her desire - smell her wetness for him, and smell the most precious blood of all waiting for him. From between her legs, it trickled down, calling him.

Holding the two sides of the dress he slowly pulled it apart, ripping it in half and exposing her naked body. He threw the dress across the room and stalked up her body with his. He took her mouth and kissed her hard and long. She returned his, sliding her tongue inside and teasing his until Hugh grabbed the back of her hair and crashed his mouth into hers again. Loud moans came from them both and he pinned her arms above her head as he kissed down her neck. A white fog held Elena's arms in place while his mouth licked down her shaky body. His strong tongue sucked on her hip bones, then moved down to her core.

He placed gentle kisses on her middle as he drank from her. He pulled her legs wider apart and buried his face in her quim, hungerly drinking everything she gave him. His tongue teased her, rolling it around in circles and sucking on her tender flesh, she was begging him for more. Long, deep, licks over and over sent her into one continuous orgasm and she poured everything into him.

Hugh growled loudly and ferociously taking in all her wetness. He loved the way she tasted, loved the way she poured out for him, because of him.

"Do you want me?" His voice more like an animal them a man. Elena was still coming, and all she could do was moan.

"Please..."

"Do you want me? Do you want to be mine"?

"Ye...Yesss..." Her words came out long and sultry and Hugh took the head of his immense appendage to tease her entrance.

"Yessss.... Yours foreverrrr...." Elena's words were dragging out of her, she could barely speak, a sign she was turning. He loved to listen to it, loved that she was turning. He watched her body and took his throbbing cock in his hands. Faster and faster he rubbed, moaning.

"Your wetness and blood are all over me, now open your mouth and swallow my seed" Elena opened her mouth and took everything Hugh gave her. Licking him off her lips while her hips moved up, begging to be taken by him.

"Tell me what you want" He was rock hard, and he felt himself grow larger and moaned at the feeling.

"Tell me!" His voice no longer one of a man

"Take me..."

Hugh took his now enormous member and drove it into Elena's swollen core. As he entered her, his large fangs came crashing down on the tender flesh of her neck and ripped through it like butter. She screamed in pain, over and over. Unable to move her arms, she squirmed violently under him. He thrust into her, and her juices gushed around him inside her. The noises he was making were purely animalistic. Grunts and gowning as he fed on her blood and fucked her, stretching her insides. He shifted and began rubbing over very sensitive parts inside her body. Elena's screams turned to cries of pleasure. Over and over, he hit the spots that gave her orgasms like nothing she had ever felt form any other man.

Now free from the white fog that bond her, Elena wrapped her arms around Hugh neck and cried out his name reeling in pleasure she never imagined she could feel. Her body was electric, every shift and thrust and movement sent her into deep, intense, continuous, pleasure.

Hugh held her body tight, feeding from her until her movements slowed. Elena had no idea her life was fading away. Her intense orgasms were not only for her pleasure, but also to mask the pain. He thrust inside her slowly now, gently. Her voice still calling his name. When Hugh came, he shot rope after rope inside Elena, cursing and calling her name and emptying everything he had inside his beautiful mate.

When he was fully spent, he looked down at her and his eyes brimmed with tears. She lay there, under him, completely still. The torn flesh on her neck where he fed as they coupled, which should be running with blood, was empty and dry - dry from him. Hugh lay beside her on the bed, caressing her cheek and wiping the hair off her face. He knew he didn't have a choice, he had to turn her, or she would end up a slave to Dracula - just like Mina was.

She was his - his one for life. There was no way in hell she would ever serve that monster.

Not ever.

Hugh pulled the blankets over their naked bodies and pulled Elena into him. It will be a very long day while she turned, and he would be there for her, always. He kissed her cheek and closed his eyes as the sun of another day rose over the hidden cabin in the woods, he prayed it stayed that way.