Warning: 18+ gore content. Don't read it if you get triggered with mature content.

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The next time Meerab awakens, she finds herself in an unfamiliar place, her hands secured tightly to the bedpost with heavy cuffs. The realization sends a surge of anger and frustration through her.

"What the fuck," she mutters, her voice a mixture of defiance and disbelief.

Murtasim, who had been watching over her, startles at her sudden awakening. His expression is a mix of concern and caution as he approaches her cautiously.

"You were uncontrollable, Meerab," he begins, his voice tense. "You wanted to kill me."

Meerab's lips curl into a bitter smile. "I still want to kill you," she retorts, her tone sharp with lingering animosity.

Murtasim sighs heavily, his gaze searching hers. "In vampiric age, you are a baby," he explains calmly, though his eyes betray a hint of fear. "Inexperienced, uncontrollable. I need to teach you how to control this blood thirst before you murder someone."

Meerab's laughter rings hollow in the room, a mix of amusement and self-loathing. She remembers the rush of power, the taste of fear and blood on her lips. It fills her with both thrill and disgust, a conflicting storm of emotions she struggles to reconcile.

"Teach me?" she scoffs, her voice tinged with defiance. "Or lock me away like an animal?"

Murtasim meets her gaze steadily, his own resolve firm. "I want to help you, Meerab," he insists earnestly. "But you need to learn control. You have the potential for greatness, but without it, you will only bring destruction."

Meerab considers his words, the weight of her actions settling heavily upon her. She knows he speaks the truth, even as resentment simmers beneath the surface. The realization dawns on her that she must confront her inner demons and master her newfound abilities, or risk losing herself to the darkness forever.

With a reluctant nod, she acknowledges his point. "Fine," she concedes begrudgingly. "Teach me."

Murtasim nods in return, a flicker of relief crossing his features. He moves closer, his demeanor cautious yet determined. "We'll start with the basics," he begins, his voice gentle but firm. "Focus, restraint, understanding your limits."

As Murtasim begins to outline a plan for Meerab's training, the atmosphere in the room shifts from tense confrontation to a tentative cooperation. Meerab listens intently, her mind grappling with the enormity of what lies ahead. Despite her initial resistance, a part of her recognizes the necessity of learning to control her newfound abilities.

"We'll start with meditation," Murtasim suggests, his voice calm and reassuring. "It will help you focus your thoughts and emotions, to channel your instincts without being overwhelmed by them."

Meerab nods silently, absorbing his words. She knows that meditation will be a crucial tool in gaining mastery over her impulses, allowing her to find clarity amidst the storm of vampiric urges.

"Next," Murtasim continues, "we'll work on feeding. It's essential to maintain your strength without succumbing to the bloodlust."

The mention of feeding sends a shiver down Meerab's spine. She remembers the intoxicating rush of her first feed, the primal satisfaction mingled with guilt. She knows she must learn to feed responsibly, to avoid harming innocents in her quest for sustenance.

"We'll also explore your powers," Murtasim adds, his tone becoming more animated. "Telepathy, enhanced senses, and physical prowess. Each gift comes with its own challenges and rewards."

Meerab considers the possibilities, her mind racing with the potential of what she could achieve once she harnesses these abilities. But she also understands the dangers-they could be tools for both protection and destruction.

At night, he longs to cuddle and sleep, but she refuses, sending him to the couch. Throughout the night, he sits there, watching her...

He begins to get flashbacks of seeing her with a young boy. His eyes flash, and then he envisions her again, dressed in a beautiful lehenga. His heart skips a beat.

"Meri Biwi," he whispers, his hands trembling so violently that the walls seem to vibrate. Meerab wakes up to see him staring at her with intense emotion. His eyes are bloodshot, veins visible.

"Are you thirsty?" Meerab whispers, offering him her hand. He shakes his head. She notices his demeanor change and asks, "What happened?"

"Meghnaa... don't you recognize your husband?" he replies. Meerab feels her vampiric self stir suddenly. "What?" she gasps.

He gently presses her hand to his cheek. "I am Vivek Thakur, and you are my wife."

Her eyes shift colors, and she shakes her head vigorously. "No... you can't be here. I hate you." The Meghna within her tries to resist, but Vivek's power holds strong, "Why must you follow me? I do not want to be with you. I do not want you. I am not yours." She replied.

"Oh, but wife you are mine."

"I am not."

"All this talk has made me hungry. I am starved it looks as if you haven't fed me in days."

"You will not drink my blood. I forbid you from doing so. "

"I promised to be with you for lifetimes," he insists. "You hated me as Meghna. But what about Meerab?"

Meghna laughs bitterly, looking at herself in the mirror. He leant down and sunk his teeth into her neck and began to drink some of her blood.

She cried out in pain as he was drinking from her. This was new he'd never done this before, it was as if he was taking away her power, she felt weaker. Tears ran down her face and her eyes closed as she began to slip into Unconsciousness. Her body was weaker then before.

He parted away, as soon as he realized she was slipping, quickly biting his own wrist he brought it to her lips, and she charged at it like a monster. As she drinks, she tries to regain her mind control, but for some reason she is unable to invade his mind.

"Don't even try, Murtasim always had his guards down, I wouldn't".

Meerab frowned, her lips curved as she pouted, she really wanted to wreck this man. He pressed his lips against hers and then parted her lips with his tongue. Fear running through every inch of her body. He stuck his tongue in her mouth and began to massage her tongue with his. Their kiss seemed to last forever.

He felt her emotions.

Anger.

Hatred.

Fear.

He stopped, the emotions hitting him like slap. It was painful to feel her hate, when he loved her so much.

He parted away, "You hate me, don't you?"

She nodded her head in an instant. Vivek was a horrible husband to her, he was negligent letting his mother abuse her to great extent, never taking her side, even punished her when his mother asked him to. She was always sad, miserable and due to this she even lost a kid. But things got worse, and instead of comforting her, he left her on her own. Thinking with time she would recover, instead of helping her.

He felt her past emotions, everything, the thirt for revenge, she died because of a man who had never stood up for her. He feels her heartache.

Vivek's eyes softened as he spoke, his words carrying a regret. "Now I understand you better that I have Karthik's soul in me, I see it all," he whispers, a hint of anger underscoring his tone. "And I realize how wrong I was to separate you two. But Meghna, I had always loved you."

Meghna meets his gaze, her expression guarded yet touched by his confession. "You never said you loved me," she counters softly. "You always threatened me with 'tum meri biwi ho'."

Vivek gulps, his eyes flickering to the two puncture marks on her neck. "Because you were my wife," he admits, his voice tinged with sorrow. "And you are my wife."

He takes a step closer to her, his words tentative yet heartfelt. "I don't know how to speak to women. The words I'm saying are all Karthik's," Vivek confesses. "I have always loved you. When you would giggle to yourself in the kitchen while making tea. When you stood by the tree, lost in thought, gazing at the sky. And deep at night, when you would mumble to yourself in your sleep."

His vulnerability hangs in the air between them, a fragile bridge spanning the years of misunderstanding and separation. Meghna's eyes soften as she listens, memories of their shared moments flickering through her mind like fragments of a forgotten dream.

"You kept me at arm's length," Vivek continues, his voice trembling with emotion. "But I never stopped loving you."

Meghna's resolve wavers, her heart torn between the pain of the past and the possibility of reconciliation. She reaches out, tentatively touching his hand, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers.

"I don't know..." she admits quietly, her voice filled with the weight of unspoken hurt.

Vivek nods, understanding dawning in his eyes. "This lifetime is yours and Karthik's, I will spend the eternity suffering for my sins, watching you from afar like Karthik did, giving up his life for you. This is my punishment".

Meghna's hands pull him so they are embracing, crying, "I never hated you, I just couldn't bring myself to love you".

"He gave me control so you can choose one of us. That lucky bastard".

Meghna laughs, "I love him, in every lifetime", she remembers his face in the last life time when she was being burnt alive on top of her husband's dead body, (sati) and Karthik fighting for her. And him getting killed. Him giving her a choice.

Vivek nodded, holding her tightly, knowing that he would forever be the distant watcher, bearing the weight of his mistakes.

"Then I will watch over you both, silently, across eternity."

Vivek Thakur couldn't reincarnate. The black magic done by Karthik's mother had trapped a part of his soul in Karthik's. Meghna and Karthik will reunite in the form of Murtasim and Meerab.

"Karthik," she called him, her mind caged Vivek and compelled him to sleep. Softly touching his cheeks, she caressed the moustache, and those beautiful brown eyes. She could see her past self in it, she could see all her yearnings. Meghna cried as she held his head, "Karthik...", he blinked and then a boyish grin took over his face.

"Meghna...", their lips met, they kissed, their tongues entwined. Before long, he kissed her neck, his long fangs running over the surface. Finding the previous picks, he dug into her flesh, suckling on her nectar.

They separated, and Meghna wiped away the droplet of blood on his lips, "I love you, my dracula lover."

"Lover, why not husband?"

"Where is my ring?"

He parted from her and smiled, looking through his accessories, and found it, the three century old ring, that he had turned into a button to take with him to different lifetimes.

"Meerub, Will you be my dracula bride?"

Her eyes teared up, as she realised her called her Meerub instead of Meghna, he was acknowledging her human self, so she nodded, the emotions flooding her heart. "Yes, Karthik. I will."

He slid the ring onto her finger, the ancient metal cool against her skin, binding them together across lifetimes and destinies. They held each other.

As dawn approached, the first light filtering through the windows, Meerab felt a sense of peace she hadn't known since her transformation. She had found her true self in the arms of her eternal lover, a research project of hers- Murtasim Khan.

"What should I call you Karthik or Murtasim?"

The dracula looked into her eyes, "Murtasim rings well with Meerab"

A smile appeared on her face as she nodded, "It does. By the way, we humans propose by getting on knees"

Murtasim frowned, "Like begging?"

"No... declaring your undying love. "

"Well, my love is actually undying."

She was sitting on the bed as he got down on the knees, "Like this?"

She smiled, looking at his awkward face, "Yes... I will hook my legs around your shoulder until you have me screaming yes. Got it?"

His eyes reflected in the ring as Murtasim understood the implication behind her words, "Can I?"

Meerab nodded her head, letting his remove her jeans, letting it fall to the ground. His eyes were mischievous, his pink tongue escaping from between his lips. He looked so serious because of that moustache of a feudal lord and the lustful look in his eyes as he saw her smooth creamy legs and the veins underneath. The blood was calling to him. He was thirsty for her blood and for her.

He caressed her thighs with the back of his hand and clutched them, teasing her pressing kisses on the thighs and slowly upwards, Meerab felt goosebumps from his touch, her blood was calling out to him, she wanted him to drink from her.

Her eyes glowed, as he placed his fingers right above her pussy, circling around it so her wetness revealed from underneath. He was so slick with his fingers, the cloth tightened as he pulled at her clit and then placed his mouth directly onto her panties, Meerab gasped, her back arched as she felt his tongue through the panties.

She held his head with her thighs, so he couldn't move, but Murtasim backed away, making her groan in annoyance.

That annoyance was replaced by a tingling sensation when he pulled her panties down slowly with his teeth, and looked at her. She felt a little uncomfortable, as he gazed at her glistening pussy. And he dug in, as if he had been starving for centuries, apparently he was, and lapped at her pussy.

He drew in a deep breath, filling his lungs with the scent of her musk. Then he looked into her eyes.

Meerab's mouth dropped open, and she was paralyzed with fear when she saw the crimson colour in his dark eyes, as he revealed his pearly fangs.

"Ahhh no never", she refused, backing away. She couldn't have those razor-sharp fangs anywhere near her part, he could literally give her a piercing with those, that's how sharp they were.

Murtasim laughed when he realised her thoughts, his fangs disappeared, and he assured her, "I will not use my fangs."

"Promise?"

"Promise," he said, pulling her thighs. Without another word, he buried his head between her thighs.

Even the dread of those sharp fangs couldn't stop her body from reacting as his tongue delved a furrow through her curls to her nether lips. She yelped and her butt lifted from the mattress, grinding her pussy against his lips and tongue.

Murtasim growled and pushed his tongue between her folds. His cold tongue probed her hot insides, his lips suckled her clit, his hands curled around her waist as he pulled her closer if it was possible.

Meerab moaned, writhed, cried as he devoured her. One of her hands pulled at his hair harshly sticking his face into her pussy, grinding.

She was thrashing, bucking, and uncontrollable. His fingers travelled upwards as his tongue caressed her clit, his fingers pebbled her nipple.

He was driving her far above this mortal world. His fangs occasionally pricked her, and somehow, that added to her pleasure. The smell of blood mixed with her juices was driving him insane, he growled and slurped at her pussy.

Occasionally, she would look at him slurping at her, his face and her pleasure would enhance.

Meerab's body lit, her toes curled, she felt her nerves stimuli at the same time as he inserted his tongue into her pussy. In and out. The intensity with which he did so left her screaming.

Tears rolled down her eyes when he stopped and looked into her eyes, "Will you marry me?"

"Huh..."

"You were supposed to scream yes".

The confusion cleared as she looked at the innocent face lathered with her juices looking at her. How could a century old man look so adorable.

"Make me cum", she whispered in his ear, and Murtasim smirked, kissing her thighs and returning to her pussy.

His finger played with her clit as he inserted his tongue in her pussy, it went in, she felt his tongue stiffen and press against her hymen as another shockwave of ecstasy wracked her body. Before it even waned, she felt a searing pain burned away her pleasure as his tongue went past the barrier.

The pain lasted a minute, before his tongue went in deeper, it swelled caressing parts where her finger could never reach.

It went into the deepest parts- flicked, caressed and pulsed. His lips were sucking at her entrance and she came.

Her orgasm clutched her, Murtasim's speed increased by threefold and so did her orgasm.

And she screamed, "Yessssss"

He fed on her orgasm, her pleasure and her pussy.

She felt more than alive, with him draining her of blood, she felt more than alive, with him draining her of blood, a primal connection igniting between them. The pain and pleasure intertwined, making her feel truly present in a way she had never experienced. As he pulled back, his eyes locked onto hers, "Love you my dracula biwi..."

(The end)