Zendaya

 

endaya

Zendaya is at a premiere with fiance Tom, in another of her eye popping dresses. Slinky and innovative. Showing skin but remaining elegant. Dracula stares with hunger at her tall, slender, caramel frame. At once exotic and yet modern and "All American". He introduces himself to the pair, expressing flowing, if subtly suggestive praise for Zendaya, backhanded compliments for Tom. He invites the pair to his country, his eyes never leaving Zendaya. His voice like Pied Piper’s tune. Tom gives a polite maybe, but as the week goes on, Zendaya becomes fascinated reading up on facts, sharing them like a child, until Tom, unable to deny the Goddess he’s lucky to have, asks her if she would like them to go.

The pair arrive at the estate. He shows them around. Zendaya is in awe at the surroundings. They sit down for dinner, prepared with all her favorite foods. As the meal goes on she excitedly engages with Dracula she starts on with the same trivia stream she had been sharing with Tom, before looking embarrassed. Imagine her, telling their host about his own country.

He shows the pair the observatory, about constellations and Dacian myths surrounding them. He expresses his admiring for the night and its wonder, asking Zendaya if she agrees.

The pair are shown to their room. As the hour goes by, Zendaya lies in bed, next to Tom, overwhelmed with the excitement of adventure and discovery. The strange mixture of insomnia and fatigue create the perfect cocktail, and a voice echoes. In her mind? Outside the door, she steps out, wandering, making her way to down the corridors, her legs almost moving of her own accord.

Zendaya, steps inside, Dracula greets her. Her robe now completely hits the floor. He guides her to the bed, his hands roaming her lithe, caramel body, she quivers under his touch.

Dracula then takes her, she moans, feeling touched in erogenous zones she never thought he had, and then, the cold steel of his bite, her eyes roll back into her head and he cool collected Zendaya loses it.

Tom stirs, noticing his love’s absence. He steps out, calling her. He hears her yelps and squeals of pleasure, her cries. He makes his way to the chamber, crestfallen and horrified, almost unable to process what he sees, and yet, hypnotized by the spectacle, the stark contrast of the two figures entwined in a rhythmic, macabre ritual. Her sentences broken, almost hiccuping with every movement, her cries his fangs sink into a new spot.

Her lithe body looks like it can’t take anymore. And it can’t. She grows still. Blank. Tom is beyond devastated, he runs over, holding her cooling hand.

Dracula lifts her, ignoring Tom's beating fists. He takes her into the spot where her own special coffin is prepared, before stepping into his own, a blood stained smile painting his lips before the day's rest.