Drowning Ophelia (Immoral Dracula) by Eva Natsumi Read Free Book Online Page B

too far gone… And anyway, do you see a line of people waiting to have their blood drawn? There doesn’t exist that now for known diseases why would that suddenly exist if I came to be?”
    Ophelia sighed. She stood and wrapped her arms around his waist.  
    “Then take me.”

    Casimir stuttered. He pried her soft fingers off and stood ominous against the glass.
    “I am the beast, but you are someone else’s beauty.”
    “You’re a murderer.”
    “I know.”  
    “You don’t have to be.”  
    “And die? Ophelia… sweet Ophelia… when faced with death I chose to live. I may be a coward but I am a living coward!”  
    “Take me.”
    “No.”  
    “I can be your everlasting supply.”
    “You are not thinking… the sacrifice.” Ophelia forced herself between his body and the window. “What sacrifice? What novel do you want to write? You are sick, don’t shut yourself away for ever. You don’t know what that will do to you. What it has done to you.” She graced one palm across his cheek. “Why must we be doomed, to stay isolated in this tower like bats? We are only people with special circumstance….”  
    She moved closer to him, so that their bodies were only whispers apart. “We can travel…” She whispered, closing the distance. Their bodies touched. Their lips shared breaths. Their eyes locked. “We can be everything anyone can, and more. We have love.” There was a stop, a brief moment where they both beheld everything before them.
    Casimir closed the gap. He clutched her waist and seized her neck, blood flowed so that they were one another. Ophelia gasped.  

IX

    The gilded doors burst open. Nina stood in the midst of the bang.
    “I knew it!” Nina pointed at Ophelia, clutched in Casimir’s red embrace.  
    “Nina, what are you doing?” Ophelia questioned.  
    “Remember how I said that he was a murderer and you said no and we got in a fight and had sex instead of talking about how he was a murderer? Well I know why it’s because you are having sex with him!”
    “You don’t understand, Nina.”
    “What don’t I understand? There is blood on you, dripping from your breasts like some obscene lubricant. I just found skeletons in the garden. Where you left me naked, by the way.” Casimir clenched his jaw. “I’m trying, desperately by the way, to ignore the fact that there is a murderer standing two feet away from me. We need to leave this place.” Nina reached for Ophelia. Ophelia lulled her head sweetly, uncertainly. “But…” The tip of Ophelia’s lip was effulgent where she stuttered with uncertain spit.
    “She is mine.” Casimir stepped between them.
    “She’s yours?” Nina looked around the room and grabbed a candelabra. “Move!” She thrust the gold figure at Casimir’s face. Casimir ducked and shoved Nina to the floor. He pounced on top of her. Nina struggled back, kicking and clawing at his legs and face.  
    “It doesn’t have to be like this!” Ophelia implored. Casimir and Nina were at throats, their eyes red with envy and malice. “Please!” Ophelia swayed. In her mind she could see the fireflies and fairies. Their sensual, yellow lights danced around her head. She smiled and started to sway with them.
    She lowered a sleeve of her dress. She danced more, following the light of the fireflies. Inside her mind it was soft lights and even softer touches. A quiet music played, slow and melodic, like the dance of rattle snake.  
    Ophelia lowered another sleeve. The air kissed her bare breasts. Her nipples hardened like ripe cherries. Ophelia raised her arms above her head and twirled her hands in motion with her hips. She felt sensual. In her mind the fireflies danced and in her body the blood rushed. It rushed to the tips of her breasts. It rushed all around, pooling and throbbing, making her undulate even faster.
    Her swaying bumped a section of cloth off her thin waist, another sway knocked it from her smooth hips, and with one last climactic pop,