Talk At The Fireplace(Warning Nudity and Sex Scenes R-18)

I looked at the naked muscular men and women with scars all over their bodies and black markings drawn on them.

We all stood in silence at attention without moving in a military-style round-shaped corridor illuminated by lights with cables and pipes covering the walls and ceiling.

Next.

A robotic genderless voice came from the loudspeakers.

As it did the round security doors in the front opened up by turning and splitting in half.

The women at the front of our group stepped in and the doors closed.

This repeated until only I was left.

Next.

Once again the voice came and as it did I stepped inside.

Only to see the scientists dressed in hazmat suits transport out the dead body of a mutated man.

But I didn't flinch or move I just stood still at attention with an ice-cold face until the scientists exited the room.

As they did a robotic arm connected to the ceiling swooped down and scanned my body with a red light.

Participant 1234 Dracula Death.

Date of birth: 2001-10-27.

Biological Age:31.

Family status: Biological father dead, stepfather dead, mother alive, sister alive.

Relationship status: Single.

Children: none.

Chance of success: 70 percent.

1234 lay down on the table.

I did as told and laid down on the metal operating table as I did metal handcuffs opened up from the table and secured my limbs.

Begining the biochemical augmentation procedure.

The genderless robotic voice said as multiple robotic arms with needles started scanning my body and slowly inching to my body.

Finally, the needles pierced my 5 sensitive organs such as my eyes and my internal organs and as they did multiple sets of biochemical liquids entered them.

As they did my body started trashing on its own, my muscles twitched and contorted while foam started leaking from my mouth.

But as I was already in Grim Reaper mode I didn't feel a thing.

The biochemical liquids mutated my body on an atomic level.

Finally, I blacked out.

-

I woke up only to see a large fancy room illuminated by the night's moon.

'Another dream huh?'

I looked around only to see Genesis sleeping next to me in the king-sized fancy bed.

I tucked her loose pink hair covering her eye behind her short and pointy ear.

Sigh...

I raised the blanket and saw my bandaged chest with specks of black blood.

Another scar to my collection ha?

I thought as stood up looking for something to smoke only to find nothing.

But I did found the same set of new and clean clothes that I was wearing before blacking out.

I checked my smartphone only to see dozens of missed calls from John.

'I've been sleeping for 3 whole days huh?'

I put on the clothes and opened up the room's door only to see a large fancy corridor decorated with paintings.

I followed the faint sound of heartbeats and fireplace burning.

I reached the corridor's end only to be greeted by a large fancy ballroom with a long dining table in the middle and a fireplace burning with two fancy armchairs in front of the fireplace.

I sniffed the air with my nose.

Well, that's not good.

I thought as I smelled a weak smell emanating from the armchair which smelled exactly like mine.

'But speaking about smells.'

I looked at the stairs bottoms corner.

You can stop hiding I can smell the stench of death and sin from your soul miles away.

I said in a suppressed voice in order not to wake the sleeping girl in her mother's lap.

Your not bad, young man.

An old man with white short hair slicked backward with scars dotting his wrinkled face dressed in butlers uniform with sidearms and combat knifes holster's around his legs walked out from the shadows.

I snickered while walking down and finally reaching the 1,90 meters tall muscular old man.

I'm older than you gramps.

I said while patting his shoulder.

Eh?

The man's face became one big question mark.

As I neared the fireplace I finally took a good look at the mother illuminated by the flames from the fireplace.

She was about 1.90 meters tall with long loose curly amber hair, blue eyes like an ocean wearing a long gothic red dress with a slit from her hip exposing her mature women's bronze tanned long leg.

That's an F+ cup.

I thought while looking at her revealing cleavage only to immediately grimace in disgust after making direct eye contact with her exquisitely crafted golden cross between her breasts.

Urghhh.

What's wrong?

The mother asked while looking directly into my eyes.

Nothing.

I said while chewing on my lip and kneeling to take a look at the sleeping girl.

The girl was almost an exact copy of her mother though her skin seemed paler than it should be.

'It seems like even though I tried to prevent her body from assimilating my blood from my cut palm she still did and her DNR got slightly changed in the process.'

Has she displayed any abnormalities?

I asked while looking at those ocean blue eyes.

Apart from sleeping a lot no.

The mother answered with an uneasy voice.

Why do you ask? Is something wrong with my daughter?

As far as I can see no, but there will be side effects to being brought back to life.

I said as I sat down on the fancy armchair.

What kind of side effects?

Soon she will start seeing things that others can't in other words she has forcefully awakened her sixth sense.

Is that bad for her health?

Not really but...

I said as I looked at the sleeping girl.

...since she is only a child if she is not protected it will leave a mental scar on her mind.

The mother fell silent upon hearing my answer.

Hey, gramps mind getting me all the raw meat you have?

The gramps looked at the mother until he saw her nod.

Also, grab a few bottles of wine for me.

Anyways how did you deal with the police? (Drac)

I have my ways.

You certainly do, don't you as a boss of a criminal organization? (Drac)

How do you know that?

The mother shot a glare at me with murderous intent overflowing in her eyes but I just ignored it.

I brought your daughter back to life do you think it's hard to put one and one together for me.

I'm sorry for my rudeness.

The mother bowed her head to me.

It's alright I understand your reasons for reacting like that after all you have a daughter to protect.

Thank you for your understanding.

The mother once again bowed her head.

As she did Alfred came back with a trolly full of raw meat straight from the fridge and a couple of bottles of wine.

Thanks, gramps.

I said while grabbing the raw meat and tearing a chunk from it with my teeth while with another hand I grabbed a bottle of wine and opened it up with my finger.

Only to leave the two staring at me as if I'm some kind of alien especially Gramps who was holding the wines bottle opener in his hands.

What, it's pretty clear that I'm not a human at this point, isn't it?

I said with my mouth full of raw meat and wine.

Yes, it seems like your not sir L...

Don't call me that.

I shot a glare at the mother which made her shut up and sweat in a cold sweat from the murderous intent in my eyes.

Sigh... (Drac)

I'm Dracula Death you?

I'm Margaret Hellsing.

I froze with a bottle of wine in my mouth while my eyes almost popped out.

As in ''Van Helsing?''.

Yes. (Margaret)

So that's why you're so calm about this. (Drac)

Yes, I thought that all my ancestor's obsession with the supernatural is just all nonsense but it seems like I was wrong. (Margaret)

Well if someone told me that supernatural exists a couple of days back I wouldn't believe them too without hard proof evidence. (Drac)

I shrugged my shoulders while continuing to stuff my mouth with raw meat and wine.

Anyways the one who tried to assassinate you... (Drac)

Do you know who it is? (Margaret)

...yes and I was already planning to clean up that human trafficking trash so ill take care of him for you. (Drac)

But I'm guessing it's not for free? (Margaret)

Of course, it's not for free although I did save your daughter of my own free will but, I need money and I need a lot of it.

Why? (Margaret)

Hmmm... would you believe me if I told you I came back from the future?

...I wouldn't. (Margaret)

Margaret shook her head.

Suddenly the girl squirmed.

Alfred, can you carry Ilza to her room?

Certainly mistress. (Alfred)

Although Alfred was already an old man he was still full of vigor.

I thought as Alfred easily picked up Ilza and carried her away.

It must be hard growing a child on your own? (Drac)

How did you know? (Margaret)

It's your wedding ring it reeks of death.

I said while pointing my finger at her wedding ring.

Yes, it is but it's even harder for Ilza without her father. (Margaret)

Sigh... I know I grew up without my father myself haven't even seen his face once. (Drac)

You did? What happened to him? (Margaret)

He grew up in the streets so he had problems my mother couldn't stand him anymore so she kicked him out when I was one month old after that, well let's say he most likely died without a grave. (Drac)

I shrugged my shoulders.

I'm sorry to hear that. (Margaret)

Don't be although he was a drunk he was a good man, unlike my stepfather. (Drac)

So enough about me how did your husband die?

Sigh... (Margaret)

He was a soldier who died in the middle east fighting militants.

I see... (Drac)

Anyways are you willing to keep your words? (Drac)

Yes, I am... (Margaret)

Margaret said as he stood up and walked to me and sat down on me.

As I felt her plump ass on my legs my breathing became rough while my heart rate quickened.

Everything mine is yours.

Margaret said as she gave me a french kiss making our tongues intertwine and taste each other's saliva.

While she started grinding her underwear-covered pussy against my dick making my dick rock-hard under my pants.

While with one of my arms I grabbed her F+sized breast and started kneading it while with my other hand I touched her bare leg through her dress slit.

Our mouths parted leaving a trail of saliva.

I grabbed her plump ass with both of my hands, stood up, and pressed her against the wall next to the fireplace while burying my head in her breasts.

While her legs locked themselves around my back and her arms started roaming around my athletic fatless back as she kissed my black arteries and veins covered neck.

As I was descending into madness the pain from the cross of burning my face shocked me awake and memories of Genesis flooded my mind.

I took out my head from Margaret's breasts while breathing heavily with my face burned and scrunched up.

No... I don't want your body I only want everything else you have.

I said while breathing heavily.

'I'm lying that I'm not lusting for her body but Genesis just the thought of her being with another man makes me want to make the world burn and I can't hurt her like that too.'

I released Margaret and while leaning against the wall while breathing heavily I thought in my mind.

Am I too old?

Margaret asked with tears forming in her eyes.

No your not, I want to ravage your body here and now but...

I looked at the stairs only to spot Genesis standing there grabbing the stairs rails with all her strength.

...I can't betray her.

I saw Margaret trace her eyes to the same direction I was looking to only to see a pair of purple cat-like glowing eyes in the darkness.