And during one of his visits to upper Meytros where the population of humans resided, he encountered another hostile girl who had called out his attention after she had noticed that he wasn’t from the town. He had done some begging, feigning, and convincing so she would eventually simmer her hostility, and he later accompanied her home, leaving her at the doorstep. A few days later, this same girl was found by one of the dhampir roving guards picking lavender from the ground, near the invisible portal to reach the hidden city of Lower Meytros. She was brought to the royal castle for questioning, but after Enttu immediately recognized her, he told everyone in the royal court to drop the matter, and that she was a friend of his. After taking her up to the spire of his castle, to converse about her intentions there, and the dialogue later softened, the rendezvous frequented.
Theirs would later become romantic, even after he learnt that Nayeru, the visiting maiden, was the daughter of a ruthless priest. She wanted to abandon her stressful way of life and continue her studies in science and alchemy without ever having to worry of her father finding out. After a showdown that almost got her killed by her own father, Enttu had barely come within the nick of time to save her from being lashed and beaten to death by her father’s hand, a man named Jedediah Magalesti.
The two married not long after and conceived a child at the one-year mark. Such a beautiful family and happy ending for his wife, was sadly all stripped away from him, as well as the only home he ever knew. This was only the beginning of his longevity of melancholy and numbing pain, in 1894. The woman he was stalking resembled Nayeru so much, and he wanted so badly to hold her, at least even touch her, as the option of drinking her blood now was criminal and out of question. Enttu almost floated, not walked, to where the woman slept, and it wasn’t hard to find her because he picked up her scent right away. The lights were turned off, and this made it easier for him to roam around unnoticed.
In her bed, Regina tossed and turned about amid strange and very vivid dreams of the blonde man again. She clearly saw his face, his sapphire blue eyes, which flashed red with the passing moonlight. Little did she know, that at the right corner from the foot of her bed, there he was, locking her in his emanating stare. He could almost taste her from here, and imagined the coppery red nectar draining down his throat and pulsing inside of him, after he tore her hot flesh with his fangs. Seeing her in bed, so vulnerable, so fragile and tangible, almost made Enttu lose complete self-control. She is a danger to herself by simply existing in front of me. What have I done by coming here?
Regina saw the blonde man approach her bedside in her dream, in smooth footsteps that almost made him seem as if he glided over there. The moonlight bounced off his luxurious black velvet cape, and his hair fell into a smooth cascade behind his shoulder and draped over the other. He knelt beside her, and placed his cold hands on her arms, which paralyzed her in place. He wielded a disturbing power over her that rendered her useless against fighting his advances and made her quiver beneath his strong hands. He knelt over her, and perched himself on top of her body, brushing his broad chest against her breasts, that made them feel very sensitive under his heat. A cool hand cupped her face, and he lowered his face to hers, until their noses touched.
His tender lips found her ear to whisper to her, “I can’t control myself around you, I need you so badly,”
Her hands involuntarily swung around him, and caressed his back in slow, soft motions. She felt all his well-formed back muscles, and his strong, lean frame underneath his crisp, white dress shirt. Her hands grasped a clump of silky blonde hair, that smelled of sage and lavender essence. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and he pressed his hips against her, creating an arousing friction that made her ready, and him hard. He pressed his lips onto hers, as he fumbled with the belt of his trousers, before he pulled out his erect member that longingly wanted to be inside of this human woman. He slipped himself inside of her, in a slow, deep thrust that she felt all the way in her lower abdomen. The intense sensation of him inside of her made her moan lustfully and sweetly in his ear, and this drove him ever wild. Oh my god, she feels incredible! I will not last long, and I will drain her at this rate.
He bit his lip, and his thrusts became harder and more passionate, and he squeezed her bare breasts underneath her negligee with his large, cold hands. His mouth crashed onto hers and he stuck his tongue down her throat. She felt herself orgasm violently under the moving weight of the dhampir. She enveloped him with her warmth, and he felt himself about to come soon. He also felt the bloodlust rising, and she was in the perfect state of euphoria, where she was oblivious to anything but the pleasure. One of his hands slipped underneath the back of her head, fingering through silky strands of her jet-black hair. With his other hand, he interlocked fingers with her above her head, and she surrendered herself completely to him. His fangs sunk into her neck as her head thrust backwards, and she cried out loud at the stinging pain. He came hard and deep in her, simultaneously releasing. The taste of her was a divine elixir at the tip of his tongue, and his tongue circled around the two puncture wounds, lapping up the oozing dark red blood.
“N….No…. please stop…you’re hurting me….Aaaarrghhh!” Regina screamed in her sleep. She thrashed violently to try to kick the blonde vampire man off her and ended waking herself up in the middle of the night.
In the far-right corner, as soon as he felt that she would awaken soon, Enttu’s etheric body slipped back into his physical body, and he dashed as fast as he could out of her line of sight. At least he was able to satisfy his desires without causing her any actual harm, other than just a possible scare. The taste of her blood though almost tasted too real, and he licked the roof of his mouth, closing his eyes in sanguine pleasure at the phantom, lingering taste.
“What in the actual fuck!” she cursed out loud into the darkness of the room.
She sat up on her bed in a cold sweat, and her heart was pounding out of the confines of her ribcage. She looked around and once more and found herself completely alone. She had been sleeping lately with the Smith and Wesson shotgun beside her bedside, and she took hold of the weapon. Not too long after she let the anxiety and hyperventilation subside, she went back to sleep, curled up with the shotgun, and convinced that she was truly by herself. Little did she know, that the vampire she suspected, feared, and who oddly excited her, was standing upside down on the ceiling. He observed her as she drifted off to sleep again, silently, brooding over her blood, and yet wanting to protect her even if it meant with his life. What a visceral lust and an unyielding sense of guardianship did she bring out in him. She not only looked like Nayeru, she tasted of her, from what his projection foretold. He stayed until the rise of dawn, his soul torn to shreds from the drought of desire, and yet likewise fearing for her safety.
He’d retreated back to his own private residence not too far from here, and nearby a cemetery towards the mountainside. For sure, the Goddess Selene of the Moon was going to be displeased with him, and he expected for her to appear during his psychedelic journey during sleep, but she never did once make her presence known. What did she know that she hadn’t already confronted him for something he clearly shouldn’t have done with a human?
Regina awoke at 10 AM, body aching dully, and her mind hazy. She remembered getting up in the middle of the night, but she couldn’t quite remember what for, nor recall any of the events that occurred between her and the dhampir. She was very absent minded due to lack of caffeine, to which she had an acute addiction to. When she got up and walked to the bathroom however, she noticed a singular black ribbon left on the rug between her bed and the bathroom door. Delicately, she picked it up, and wondered if it was something of hers she left lying around. She was OCD about the way things were organized. The ribbon was long enough to be a hair tie, but her hair wasn’t long enough to be tied with a ribbon without it slipping off.
“Hold on, I don’t own any ribbons, I use elastic headbands,” she s
aid out loud to herself. Out of instinct, she held the ribbon to her nose and picked up the scent of lavender and sage. There was a single whitish blonde strand along the length of the ribbon. She gasped softly when her memory of the man suddenly came flooding back in her mind in foggy memories that she couldn’t tell were real.
“He…..he was here? Not only that…...he is real…..oh fuck,” she whispered to herself.
Always the truth seeker, she decided to do some research of her own based off what the old lady, Ophelia, had told her before she left. She opened her laptop and dared once and for all to find the answers she was looking for. She typed in “Enttu Tepes” into the search bar. However, the information that came up next was unexpectedly bizarre and borderline irrelevant, had it not been for the semblance of the local celebrity that came up right away. A profile of a long-haired blonde male in his late twenties came up, and he indeed bore a striking resemblance to the vampire in her visions.
“So, my assumptions were correct, you are him, or you are someone who pretends to be…”
She kept reading more and more on him.
“The front man of the local Bucharest metal cover band, ‘Cold Iron’, the 29-year-old legendary ‘Enttu’ hails from Brasov, Transylvania, and he has a master’s degree in musical theory. Nobody really knows his true name and the front man has refused to disclose this information to the public. He has vehemently stated to the press that this is simply his stage name and his vampiric gothic style is just an act, and that outside of the musical realm, he is a normal human being with a day job just like everyone else. His looks are based off of the mythical and rumored Romanian vampire, ‘Enttu Stefan Tepes,’ whom many sources have said that the rock star bears a remarkable and almost too realistic resemblance to, namely in the same way the mythical prince wore his long and flowing blonde hair, as a fashion statement to go with his Victorian gothic attire of velvet coats and black embroidered cloaks. Many fans have noted at how the singer never appears to age, as Cold Iron has been around since 2013. Many have stated that it may not be an act, some legends tell that the vampire prince died, while others state that he simply disappeared. This is assuming that vampires are real creatures, though as Romanians, we love to entertain that notion. He has also been negatively criticized and been called a phony by gothic forums, who have bashed the singer for exploiting a mythical but respected Bucharesti figure. Whether he is a human, or he may be a true King of the Undead, ‘Enttu’ is a true sensation onstage with his band, who play from time to time at dive bars. His other two bandmates are the very handsome fellow Vittorio Cee, who plays rhythm and lead guitars, and Macabre Marc, on the drum set. Some of Cold Iron’s best covers they have played have been ‘Mr. Crowley,’ ‘Moonchild,’ and ‘Wicked Game.’”
Regina closed her laptop, and she took a deep breath.
“No, it’s not an act. He’s a fucking real, blood-sucking vampire and he’s poorly convincing the world that he’s a run of the mill human! Why else would I be experiencing all this weird stuff going on? What’s the plausible explanation for this shit? Worst of all…. he’s come after me! Who on Earth would ever believe some foreign American girl with a documented history of manic depression. This shit is crazy, and its making me feel crazy,” she said to herself.
She did muster the strength to seize the day as much as she could, and to take off the edge of stress, a run sounded perfect right now. Around noon thirty, she stepped out wearing a solid black running outfit onto Nicolae Boulevard. It was heavily shaded with green leaves hanging from the large branches near the sidewalks, and looked like a fairytale enchantment from a storybook, overcast, green, and pleasantly cold. She jogged the street up and down for almost an hour, until she was spent, and her legs felt like hot wobbling jelly. Sweat dripped down the side of her face and neck and matted her hair to her skull. Her organs demanded iced water immediately, as she caught her breath and wiped off sweat with the back of her palm.
Once she was back inside, she did feel immediately better, and was greeted by the three black cats who sat and waited for her at the threshold. She walked in and fetched iced water for herself and then fed the cats some dried pellets. When she later went to take a shower, the three animals accompanied her and didn’t leave her side at all. Even after she was done, and lounged on the couch, the animals shared the sofa with her. One of the cats sat on her hip, the other one kept her toes warm, and the other was on the armrest above her head. She was sipping wine now and reading schematics and work documentation.
Barely an hour had passed, and reading electrical blueprints became dull fast. The lull of a nap took her over, and she set the books down onto the floor before she curled herself into the fetal position. The cats stayed with her and purred so blissfully, it lulled her right into a peaceful, and thankfully eventless three-hour nap.
It was around 4 PM when the ringing of the gate bell roused her from rest. As she awoke and rose to her feet, the cats jumped off with her, and they all walked together toward the door. When she opened the door, she saw a mailman holding a package and waving at her, and she languidly walked to him.
“Miss Brighton?” he inquired with a deep accent.
“Yes….,” she replied.
“Sign here,” the mailman instructed. She did as told and signed her name onto a digital screen with a stylus. The mailman departed in an austere white truck with a box cabin, leaving her with a pink box wrapped in a black ribbon, that had a heart-shaped card attached to it with her name written on it in the black calligraphy of a fountain pen.
Curiously, she opened the box, and was once again coyly moved by the gesture when she saw the contents. The box contained a Fluke multimeter for doing electrical work, a pair of pink and black mechanic gloves, and a brand-new bottle of Chanel Mademoiselle eau de parfum, the 3 oz size, as well as a small slab of dark strawberry chocolate.
“Who is sending me all these things?” she thought to herself, taking the stuff to the dining table to ponder.
At first, though she didn’t want to entertain the thought of the creepy driver sending her love packages to win her affection after the way he acted, she didn’t put the possibility past him, and it even slightly churned her stomach to think about.
“But what if it wasn’t him?” she responded to herself. He was the only possibility, unless the old couple bought her something as a surprise gift before they left off back to America. Yes, the old couple had to be the cause. But wait, no, I never told the couple that I was going to be working in the electrical field, did I? And……what if this supposed “Enttu” vampire guy who appears to me in dreams, is trying to woo me? This is assuming that that is even his real name, and that he’s not some elaborate conception stemming from mental illness and exhaustion. This is assuming he’s not just a rock star, which I suspect.
Afraid of her own imagination, and slightly disgusted by it, she went back inside. To bring back the feeling of some normalcy, she called her mother shortly before work. She vaguely explained some of the disturbances she was experiencing, to her mother, and she suggested what Regina right away expected.
“Go and burn some sage, and find a place that offers reiki,”
Other than this, which Regina didn’t go into any, if at all detail about, they discussed life in Texas, and the next possible vacation timeframe.
Time passed, and dusk and fog soon began to fall and decorate Nicolae Blvd with its signature shrouding air of mystery and the unknown that lurked beyond the fog. Late into the night, she drove to her place of employment, blaring heavy metal from the car’s system synchronized with her iPhone, and wore a navy blue, white, and sequined San Diego Padres jacket with leggings tucked into work boots. In her bookbag, she had her multimeter, gloves, and technical documentation she would need to learn the plant well.
The place was a ghost town when she arrived, frigid, dead atmosphere typical of such a somber past. She had brought snacks and coffee to keep her
awake for the night, as well as the black coveralls she received for work. She followed the path into the plant the same way it was traced into her memory, using the black card given to her to grant access to each space. Finally, she climbed her way up the control room where the person she was relieving from their shift would be awaiting, and they were; it was another girl about Regina’s age in the booth on a stool. She seemed somewhat amicable.
“Hi, you must be the new electrician. Nice to meet you, I’m Cassandra,” the girl greeted, extending out her hand. She had a slightly watered-down accent.
“Hi, I’m Regina, I’m not from here,” she introduced herself.
“It’s ok, I’m not either. I’m from Targoviste,” she said through a genuine, warm smile, so foreign to Regina in the past few weeks.
“Where is that?”
“Its north of Wallachia, kind of west of Transylvania. Anyway, none of the generators have exceeded over 2000 amps nor 1400 kilowatts on each one per load. Everything is steady. You will need to test fuel and lube oils tonight, but that is easy. There are clean bottles where the uptakes room is. Once you’re done, put the samples in the same glass window holder you got them from next to a booth smaller than this one. The morning shift will do fuel testing,”
She was relieved that this girl didn’t give off an aura of the catty pettiness of female coworkers, but she had a challenging time trusting people just yet. The girl left off and Regina was left by herself in the booth, about to go into her thoughts and tech manuals, before the girl peered her head in one more time,
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