In the beginning, there was Candy, whom though... a bit oblivious, would find herself embroiled in a love triangle between two men vying desperately for her love...

The unfortunate circumstances that lead them all to this pendency in time were very sudden and threw the entire castle into deep mourning for the loss of the dearly beloved Candy and Helly, whom were so embedded in the hearts and memories of The Coven. Tears (aptly named for the occassion) did then announce the sad news to all whom were brood and acquaintance alike. All were (of course) shocked and one of the relays was to her dear grandfather, Richter (that all knew then as Alucard, but only Tears knew the truth). Whom was beginning to feel his own quivers of conscience, for Candy was one he'd held many fond memories of, as she was his last and most recent lover before she met and came to love the garou, Hellhound. And thus, seeing his granddaughter, Tears, so sadly affected by the events, he took great pity upon her that he did swear in that moment that he would personally restore the two to their rightful places in The Coven... and, of course, to life. And so, he took great measures to secure this promise...

He acted swiftly, and it was not long after, that Richter rescued Candy from her recent interrment into the great Crimson vault. He, being weak from the ceremony required for the resurrection, and her being disoriented as well as suffering a considerable blow to the head as she was awakening, that many things became confused and unravelled. Richter (let us call him Alucard for now) was trying to keep from the impending unconsciousness that was now looming just above his ability to maintain mental cohesion. Candy was (for the most part) just awakening again to the world of the living. She had not realized that she had died and was quite surprised to find herself in the cold catacombs of the vault and strangely... a bit hungry.

Our story begins..

Focusing her eyes to adjust to the gloominess of the great cavern yawning out before her, Candy rubs tentatively with probing fingertips on one temple knowing, just knowing that a bruise is soon to develop. As well, is the steadily developing pang of her sanguine hunger stirring within, making her painfully aware of her essential nature. Yes, hunger... a seeker that finds without need of eyes. And lo, she sees a movement, neither large nor lumberous...merely a fleeting ripple of a shadow, but enough to catch her perception to converge upon the unfortunate object of conspicuousness. A whispered murmur, "Ohho...now what have we here?", that gravelly undertone of hers lilting as she arises to full vertical then pivots her hip to slide both legs simultaneously from the cold glass encasement on which she was reclining, to an even colder marble floor. The inner hunger fixes her attention to that one spot of movement and she does not notice the somewhat groggy Alucard sitting but a few paces behind her still attempting to recoop some of his drained stength.

She slips fully off the glass onto the cold stone edge of the sepulchre smiling her wicked, brazen smirk, the scarlet petals of her lips pursing in sheer delight at such serendipitous fortune to find a... snack amidst all this disorientation. She sees the quarry move once again; for to be under the scrutiny of a vampiress is surely a death knell to any whom would find themselves in such an unfortunate position. And so this young lady (whose name is left unknown) that had tried to so surreptitiously follow Alucard without his knowing now finds herself lying in perdu, stinking of fear, and as hunted and trapped as any prey that might foolishly venture too closely to the predator. As she considers how she might escape, she looks up to find herself in direct line of sight with an inhumanly large grin that seems to be sporting an amazing amount of canine per square inch. Already quivering in terror, she tilts her head upwards following the slender nose before her to a pair of eyes that, amazingly in her dread, she notices are a blue so bright they seem to her the color of wonder. She allows herself to exhale then, involuntarily relaxing as she steadily falls into that vortex of mesmerization. Her body begins to sway as she watches the thrumming of colors fade in and out to the same solitude beat of her very own heart...

Candy purrs, "Mmm.. and now tell me..." a pause which seems to last a millenia juxtaposes her words. "What might a little mouse like you be doing in the big big castle?" lilting words melt like thick droplets of honey from her lips, slow and dulcet... so very enticing. The woman can only see that amazing azure as she listens dumbly, painfully detached from the rest of the world. "I.." She struggles with the words not being able to form them.. not being able to think about them and they die useless on her tongue as she moves towards Candy who begins to raise her arms in a loving embrace. Candy's smile widens as she beckons to this woman who simply does not have the capacity to resist this.. primal urge, this call of absolute...rapture. The vampiress' smile promises so many things that seemed, to now, unattainable.. but now here is everything layed out before her... everything she's ever needed or wanted, every dream fulfilled and it is now just within her grasp... if only she'd reach out and walk that one step off the edge, into...oblivion.

As the woman sighs her final contentment, the sound pauses then begins to wind up into a warbling, choked scream as suddenly, she feels a violent shiver. The nameless woman looks down, her eyes wide opened in a shocked revelee as she can only see her claret lifeblood spill down her own shoulder as well as Candy's; between them now.. the skin slicking against skin. Ironically it is to the same constant pumping of her heartbeat that just a moment ago brought her such deep harmony but now spills as it ticks off the final moments of her life. And now she can only stand in rictus as she enters the ebony threshhold of eternity never again to wonder or regret.

A small whimper escapes from the deeper recesses of Candy's throat as she harvests the last precious droplets from the fresh corpse. Her gripping fingers that had been ravelled in it's hair now unclutch to release the amber strands and the corpus delecti crumbles unceremoniously to the ground. Taking the tips of two fingers, she brings them to touch upon the softness of her lips and smear the last of the blood like a lipstick, her smile clinging jadedly to the scarlet corners. Her tongue darts out to retrace the claret path of her fingers as she begins humming "Sweet Child O Mine". Her hands fly up to snap the lapel tips of her black and red satin bolero jacket as she struts upstairs, satisfied with the completion of the deed and her newly quelled hunger, though she doesn't hear the footsteps that follow behind from a tentative distance.

Still humming, her hands go out before her, the palms pressing outwards against the great door of the vault. The light floods inwards in warm rays from the wall sconces and she grins glad to be back home again even if she doesn't quite remember why she was down there. She inhales just elated to be alive as this unexplainable, encompassing feeling of freedom caccoons her .. and for some reason the thought of being wrapped in warm leathery wings seems so very ...right, like the feeling of being home, almost as if it were a memory. She considers why for only a moment and a frown shadows the elysian smoothness of her face but is gone again as fast as it came as a cloud will tend to do as it sails across the surface of the sun on a breezy day...

Alucard nears the top of the steps breathing just a bit on the heavy side as he slips through the opening. He sees Candy in what seems to be a reflective pause before reaching slowly out to place his hand lightly upon her shoulder. She gasps as her hand goes reflexively up to her throat and she whips her head around to look behind her. The gossamer strands of her hair cascading from the creaminess of her shoulder like liquid silk on porcelain. Her eyes widen in recognition and a smile quickly forms. She squeals as she raises her arms fully up and out to gather up the very tired Alucard into a resounding hug. "Alley!!, baby!!" All this is followed by an exhuberant kiss directly in the middle of his startled face. "Erm.. Candy?", his hands firmly place themselves squarely on her shoulders and hold her effectively limiting her forward momentum. Unsure how to proceed he says, "Are.. are you feeling okay? Bringing you back was very traumatic and I.. I'm not sure we're not in our .. our right minds?"

"Oh but you're my hero!! You saved me Alley! Thank you sooo much!" every syllable is punctuated by a squeak in her sheer enthusiasm as she assails once again the dishevelled Alucard with more of her kisslets.



And so they are found again later in the study at Alucard's home, CastleVania, so that Candy might have a bit of time to recover from her traumatizing resurrection...

Candy enters the study, her azure blue eyes peering into the relative darkness. The black only slightly breached by the soft glow of a candellabra. She spies Alucard sitting quietly (as he often does) studying some immense ancient tome in a language just as dead. She walks silent on bare feet, her irridescent sheer gown flowing whisper soft behind her. Like angel wings, pristine in its whiteness. Lithe and aloof as a feline, she draws closer to him from behind. She knows he can sense her. Not simply because he is a Master Vampyre, but because her unmistakable scent (that of pears and cotton candy) wafts out in succulent licks of titillating aroma to assuage his olfactory nerves. As she comes into his aura of presence, she smells him as well, familiar and comforting. Like rain and leather with a hint of sweetness. Brandy? Or is it cognac? Regardless, it comes to her as an aged yet eternal scent. She would never think of him in terms of years anyways. For she knows his knowledge is vast and unlike the tide, it will never ebb.

Behind him now, her slender arms go out before her. Her hands delicate and full of grace land softly upon his shoulders. The index fingers work up his neck to pet the fringe hairs on his nape. Her fingernails, a blood red, contrast his pallid skin. Her hands then begin to slide outwards and down, tracing softly the form of his arms. This brings her closer to him. She leans forward and at the precise moment her hands cover his, her lips are brushing the back of his right ear in an infinitely tender kiss. She sighs, letting out a soft "Mmm..." which seems to vibrate, like a purring. She intakes a small breath and he can feel it as the top of her cleavage presses ohso warmly against the back of his neck.

"Al-ley." she says in her fervent whisper-like voice. Slow. Each syllable enunciated. Magnified. A low chuckle emanates from somewhere deep within his throat. "...And a good evening to you, my dear. It's good to see you up and about," even as he says this he brings her hand, perched upon his fingers, up to his mouth to grace it with a kiss. A sign of affection as well as ardor. She coos, delighted as she arises and comes around his chair to stand before him. The wan light of the candles causes her nightgown to illuminate like a glowing mantle against her sumptuos curves; making her nudity beneath apparent, her form always as a veritalbe feast to his visual appetite.

A sparkle of amusement alights in her lucid crystal gaze as she suddenly curtsies low, the one hand still caught in his. Her left leg crosses behind her, the opposite hand sweeping out in regal flare as she brings her head to dip down and her forehead to touch lightly upon his ring, upon the symbol of vlad tepes, as if it was he whom was her sovereign. As she straightens he can see her smile bright enough to rival the dawn herself light up upon her face, accenting her small delicate features. She leans forward and bends at the waist, her hands come to rest on the arms of the old leather-bound chair as she places a kiss resoundedly on his nose. "Silly alley cat. So stuffy!" She giggles then crinkles her nose as she jumps into his lap violently displacing the book he was reading and with a bump of her hip sends it to crash thunderously to the marble floor. This sends her into an uncontrollable bout of giggles as she leans against him, her body vibrating, rapt in mirth. He grins, slightly bemused, at her antics then holds her close to him in a comforting gesture, almost father-like. She shakes her head, smiling trying to contain the shrill peals of laughter.

He takes a second to pause and look down at his ousted book splayed so unceremoniously about and murmurs a comment, "Well, I was reading a really good book." She hushes down for a moment as she listens to him. He continues, "Ah, but you are much more intriguing..." A bemused grin crosses his countenance. She kisses him again, this time on his neck near the Adam's apple. She nuzzles against him, still chortling somewhat and he can feel her hair, like fine cornsilk, tickling across his skin. She finally does manage to collect herself and sighs as she brings her head to rest on his shoulder. She begins to play absently with the buttons on his jacket. The candle light making them glow warm gold. A slight clicking sound as her nails tap across their ornate surface. His arm comes up from behind her to wrap around her waist, hip, and thigh as she is curled up sideways on his lap. "Aww Alley," she says in a contrived pouty tone. "What is the matter, my dear?" he asks with concern. "I'm bored," she brings her head up and her clear, cerulean eyes rise to meet his. That incorrugable mischief still dancing in them. "Unbore me?" That playful edge in her voice coercing her succulent ruby lips to curl up at one corner in a knowing smirk. His own lips the pull back in a grin revealing his razor-tipped canines. "Well now, and how do you propose I do that?" His voice is low and, as always, very controlled.

His eyes then begin to narrow and this strikes her as odd. She visably pauses as she cocks her head in question. She then realizes she can actually see his fangs grow. The smile slowly dies on her lips as she becomes engrossed in this phenomenon. One breath wheezes out from her slackened lips as she blinks. The microsecond her eyelids flutter open again, she sees his face blur as he lunges for her open neck. Her breath is caught in her throat in a startled gasp. But instead of the needle-like pierce she expects, she only feels a warm volley of kisses pattering on her skin. It takes a second to register in her mind and then she is lost again in a raucous tumult of uproarious laughter. She kicks delicately at the air as he presses his kiss assault on her hapless neck. "Oh Alley! Stop! Please!' she begs even as she continues to laugh. Tears welling up in the corners of her eyes from the unrelenting tickling. He chuckles darkly before finally halting. "Well now. Didn't you say you wanted to be unbored?" A handsomely winning smile broadening on his chiseled features. "Your wish is my endeavor, sweet, sweet Candy." She lunges this time, her lips capturing his. Pushing moist and supple against his in a luscious lock. "Mmm," she tastes his kiss now, actively devouring it with her own, hungry for that closeness they have always seemed to share between them. His body is left to tense now as he joins in her frenzied fervor. His tongue now giving chase to hers, striding, invading, capturing.

Her stifled moaning only sets his passion afire. His free hand comes up to land upon her knee and begins to course up her outter thigh, displacing the fabric of her gown. A shiver strikes her then shoots up her spine as his hand continues it proximal heading. The fingers of that hand splay then squeeze as they begin to slide inwards of her thigh prying them open slightly. He can feel the silky warm contour of her skin grace his fingertips. She wriggles in his lap from his pawing of her. her movement sends an electrifying signal to his lower portions, coaxing him to harden beneath her. she can feel his manhood rub against her underside and this drives her lust. Not satisfied with her positioning, he releases her skin to grab her suddenly by the waist and pull her forcibly astride his lap. Her legs shift accomodatingly, she is pliant to his need of her for it mirrors her own of him. He tugs her roughly to force her to grind her pubis against his hardening cock. To make her feel what she has caused in him. She whimpers as the wetness wells from within her, contingent upon his pants, and brings his hands down to catch the edges of her gown and lift them up. She raises her arms as he pulls it up over her head and tosses it dismissingly to the side.

she sits atop him resplendant in her nudity, her curvy perfection exposed to his raw perusal. His grin of pleasure is unmistakable as his eyes feast upon her body. She watches him watch her and bites her lip in a sudden bout of self consciousness. She blushes and the rosiness blooms out on the creamy smoothness of her contours. A blur again, his head darts forward as his tongue lasciviously laps at her bare breasts. His sexual hunger for her manifested in his frenzied ardor. He brings his hands up to cup around the ample swells of her mammaries, pressing them together, forcing them on his mouth. His tongue lashing about wildly coating them with a generous sheen of saliva. Squeezing, manhandling them for his pleasure. "Oh god baby," she manages to croak out in that half whisper of hers as he openly sucks on her breasts. She gyrates against his lap, her sex still flush with his, only a thin layer between them. She falls back, spilling her golden silk tresses from her shoulders. The strands glow in the candle light shimmering like waves of silk as the undulation due to the couple's rhythmic motions continuously brackets them. Her nipples are now tenderly raw from his ministrations, hardening still as they are alternately stimulated, then exposed to his saliva, then to the brisk, harsh air of the study.

His appetite for her is voracious. Again, he forces her to move, unsurping her complacency. He grabs one thigh roughly and tugs her. She is caught off balance as she spin-tumbles onto her tummy that is against his lap. He deftly catches her by the flat of her chest, between her breasts which bounce indignantly in the eruption of motion. All she can do is gasp in startled surprise at the upheaval of her positioning. He tugs hard upwards causing her thighs to involuntarily spread and expose her luciously wet cunt to his insatiable mouth. One last tug and he is now delving his tongue deep between her labia, lapping at her slickly flowing juices. Virulent in his assault, his tongue darts in and out as her folds glisten beneath. She cries out, "Oh goddamn Alley! Yes!" She catches her breath finally as her thighs find purchase on his shoulders, though she cannot help but gyrate against his face. He clamps the one leg in his grasp tightly as he moves the other hand up to her slender waist. He then releases the leg to bring that hand to her side as well, securing his hold on her even as she wriggles in sheer ecstacy of what he is doing to her. "Oohies, eat it Alley. Eat my pussy..." she chokes out in between her high pitched moans. Only a wet smacking sound can be heard from him as he continues to lavish her cunt with attention; pausing only occassionally to drag his tongue along the length, then dip into her sugary hole.

She can feel his cock now jutting monstrously beneath her chest into her solar plexus. Its rock-hardness practically holding her up. He's starting to press now with his hips due to his arousal. She can feel him beginning to let her slide down his body. His tongue leaves her quivering sex as he eases her down gradually. She puts her hands out to push against the floor as her waist stops at his. Once he is sure she can maintain balance for the nonce, he releases her and brings his hands to nimbly undo his pants. He arises slightly to push those as well as his boxers down to his thighs. His cock springs out hugely, thick with veins and throbbing from his need of her. Her hips sway somewhat as she knows what he's doing. Her pure anticipation sends yet another wave of wetness to wash onto her pussy lips making her so very ready for him. He can smell the pheromones released from her wantoness as she wettens before his lustful gaze. Without warning, he clutches her waist again on both sides and hauls her up and onto his eager phallus. Not even a pause as he slams it home, hard, deep, forcing her scream from the last reserves of her lungs. He pulls her off for a half a second before thrusting it into her again, deeply penetrating her. A shriek from her, then it's on. He drives into her hard and fast, pistoning his hips while holding her in place; forcing her to take his bludgeoning member and pleasure him. Her shrill ululations only driving him on even further.

His panting is hard as fat rivulets of sweat begin to pour down his face which even now is clenched in a rictus of deep concentration. They drip onto her skin splattering upon her flesh. Her screams die down a bit as she gasps out words of intimate coaxing. Urging him to take her, use her, call her vile names, to take what she freely gives to him. The resilience of her buttocks bounce from his violent rocking, the sight of them pumping even more blood to his working cock. He groans as he feels it building within, bubbling up to a seething, volcanic head. They can feel the steady slap of skin on skin, the sound echoing stoicly in the cozy confines of the study. Her thighs redden, her vaginal lips puff as the blood rushes to concentrate in that area. It grows steady within her too, that threshold of pleasure welling up deep inside clamouring for release, pushing, raising her up into those dizzying heights of oblivion. Suddenly, it bursts; her no longer being able to maintain and sends her to shriek out her primal cry. It echoes out against the stark night.

Her cunt spasms in tight rapid constrictions around his cock, as if milking it. This sends him over the edge as well, throwing him up into the tumult of their passion. He grunts hard as his jaw clenches in a lock-fanged snarl. Blurring with motion now, his hips piston harder, faster as his cum erupts in an explosive volley of short, hot spurts within her. They burn inside her sugar walls splattering at first, then eventually filling her. His cum begins to dribble out as the moments pass before they can even breathe again . . .

And so it was... cursed from the beginning, how Richter did Covet Candy.