Drowning Ophelia (Immoral Dracula) Read Online Free Page B

wearing?” Ophelia startled. She had not barely closed the gilded doors when Nina jumped out at her.
    Ophelia was wearing a tapering silk gown. It hugged her in just the right places. A dark emerald color, it brought out the deep blue in her eyes. It was cut in a deep sweetheart so that her petite cleavage was almost entirely shown. Like the moon almost risen, the tops of her peachy nipples teased. She looked naked in green; the silk clung to her hips and thighs. One could see everything.
    When Ophelia waked the room was empty. Night was near and the room was sheathed in a nebulous, purple glow. On the edge of the bed something shimmered in the twilight. Casmir was gone and the emerald silk was draped over the edge of the soft cushion.  
    Ophelia shrugged coyly, hiding her chin behind her shoulder. “Oh, it’s not important,” Nina sighed. “There is something you must see.”  
    They walked along the corridor in silence. Ophelia followed Nina closely, but far enough away to survey her surroundings. The hall was lit by candlelight. It was dim and she could barely see Nina. She could just barely distinguish candles beyond Nina, floating like fireflies, as if distinct from anyone or anything. They were beautiful… mesmerizing.  
    Casimir appeared among the fireflies, calling to her. She could feel things touching at her. Hands coming out of the wall, soft and feminine. They touched her skin and she became aware that she was naked. They left a buzz like a jolt of energy. Tracing her body, teasing her just below her thighs; she vibrated. She wanted to go to them and fall in to their embrace. She would disappear forever in to them. They were faceless or they had many faces… they were warm. Casimir called. His face was growing dimmer and the dancing lights were fading. “Wait…” Ophelia leaped toward him.  
    “You look like a slut, you know.” Nina's voice snapped Ophelia out of her dream.  
    “When I was a little girl I was sick…” Ophelia muttered, sleepily. To no one or thing Ophelia replied in a matter more befitting a monologue. Nina stopped. “Like, really sick. I couldn’t leave my house or see any of my friends,   for fear of being exposed to their germs. Friends, ha! What friends I had. Most of them stopped pretending to care, and the rest only came around out of some obligation their parents bestowed upon them. You find out about people, when you don’t fit the mold. About their character, I suppose. Mostly you find out about yourself. When you’re that little, that new and developing, and that sick, and you actually survive… survive in to this world; a world unbending yet so full of fractures. Well…”  
      Ophelia looked down and played with her breasts. They were bulging out of her silk bodice. She lifted one up and let it drop gracefully. Nina blinked. “I did get better… Clearly, right?” Ophelia asked the empty question to no one, laughing causticly. “And I didn’t know what to do with myself.”
    “What did you have?”
    “Does it matter…” Ophelia let go of her breasts and walked ahead of Nina. “Wait, you don’t know where you’re going!”  
    “I became the school enigma. Some called me a slut… others said I was the Virgin Mary, most just didn’t say anything. No one knew what to do with me either. I didn’t show up to parties; I stayed in my house when I wasn’t at school because, well, it’s obvious now isn’t it? I didn’t know anything else.”
    “Why did they call you a slut, then?”
    “Who knows. Boys will be boys? Girls will be girls? It was simpler than figuring me out. There… here… not anywhere…”  
    “Oh.” Nina watched her move. Her callipygous backside swaying back and forth in the silk. She was mesmerized. Ophelia turned around. “I really don’t know where I’m going,” she confessed. Nina shuffled to meet her.
    “You know, I didn’t mean that. I would never have guessed you were a slut. In school or otherwise. It’s just