Broken toys...

“Where are we going Honey?”

Ignoring her husband’s questions, Dinah led Oliver Queen by the hand through Dracula’s castle. The man looked around while they trekked through the ancient complex, for the Green Arrow it felt like the castle would change every time they turned a corner in the hallways or down a flight of stairs. Every now and then they would pass by a door to a room he never recognized or a piece of art that seemed older then either of them, and sometimes it felt like it was all TOO familiar, as if they had come across that empty suit of armor three times already. At one time they made three right turns and yet the castle just seemed to go on and on.

“Are we going in circles?”

Stopping in the middle of the hall and quickly turning around to face her husband, Dinah looked annoyed before putting on a loving smile and traced her fingers around the man’s chin lower jaw and chin affectionately.

“Oliver…” She husked to the man, whispering into his ear like a siren. “Th castle is alive… More or less, it changes, it shifts, but it will lead us to where we need to go. Don’t you want to be with me?”

“Y-yes… Yes I do…” He replied sleepily, staring into her red eyes as she continued to speak honeyed words into his ear and traced her fingers down his neckline. Taking his hand again, the Black Canary led the man deeper into the castle until they finally reached a heavy wooden door at the end of a hall. Opening the door, Dinah guided her husband down the dark steps until they were in the lowest parts of the castle itself. Unless the quarters he was given by Selina, this place was dark, and damp and layered with stray that looked aged enough to be ash and dust. “What is this place? The stable?”

“It’s the dungeon. Dracula has not used this part of the castle in a VERY long time… Not many visitors, you see.”

“Then… Why are we here? Wouldn’t it be better in the quarters I was given?”

“Dracula can see and hear in every foot of his castle Ollie.” She lied, looking around the dusty space and outstretching her arms for emphasis. “But NOT here, if I offered this to you in your quarters, he would have stopped me.” The allure of her hypnotic voice made the man nod in agreement, even when he felt her grip at his hands and place them at her chest. “He would not agree to what I want to offer you.”

“W-what is it you want to give me?”

Giving the man a smile that seemed both alluring and cruel all at once, Dinah leaned close and whispered into the man’s ear. “I want to offer you what I am, to give you the eternity of the night.”

Taken back, Oliver was shocked.” N-no… I couldn’t do that, the League…”

“Abandoned you Oliver, they abandoned you just like they did me, you aren’t welcomed ANYWHERE now Oliver; not amongst the league, the city, Themyscira… You only have ME now.”

“Just you…” He responded sleepily to her soothing voice as she pulled him into a kiss.

“Do you want to be with me Oliver? Forever?” She asked, giving the man a look into her red eyes, her voice hypnotizing him further as she soothed him with her touch.

“I… Yes… Forever and ever…”

Smiling wide enough to bare her fangs, she never gave her husband a chance to react before she lunged forward and sunk her teeth into his neck, making his gasp for air, unable to cry out from the pain. Drinking in great pulls of blood from his veins, Dinah moaned into the bite, draining him of blood as he gripped her shoulders out of shock, his strength leaving him as she stole it one pint at a time. Taking what she needed but not enough to drain him completely, she pulled away, licking the droplets from her black lips as she stared into the tired eyes of her husband. Extending one of her sharp fingernails, she scratched at her collar bone hard enough to draw blood. “Drink.” Pulling at the back of his head, she shoved him face first into her chest wound before it healed, forcing him to lap up at her undead blood.

With a dark smile she could already feel his strength returning, his licking becoming more desperate while his hands gripped at her more possessively. “Yes Oliver… That’s right, hmm… Reminds me of MY first time.

“More…MORE…” She heard him whisper, just as she pulled his chin up by just her finger and thumb. Already his tired eyes had turned wild and red, his teeth fanged. Smiling wickedly, she pulled him into a wild kiss, their tongues darting into each other’s mouths to taste the metallic tang of each other’s blood. Reaching behind her, she began to undo her corset, slipping her cloak and costume off while fumbling with the buttons to Oliver’s shirt and his belt. Laughing as he captured her breasts in his mouth, Dinah managed to shirk off her clothes and tossed his shirt across the dungeon floor reached down to grip at his rising erection. He was hers now, now and forever. Pulling his pants down to his ankles, she wrapped her leg around his waist and aimed his hardening length into her moist folds. The moment he sunk into her, Oliver bit down on her shoulder, making the vampires laugh as he lapped at the healing wound.

For hours they tumbled and rolled on the hay strewn floor of the dungeon, tangled with each other until Dinah was on her back, her legs wrapped around Oliver’s waist as he thrust hard into the woman he loved. Arching her back and thrusting out her chest for him to kiss and lick, Dinah keened and wailed in pleasure, just as Oliver went tense and came hard into her. Collapsing on top of her, Oliver shuddered and passed out, too weak to keep going after being turned. Letting him rest his head in her cleavage, Dinah stroked his hair affectionately before shoving him off her. Standing back up to her feet in the nude and slick with sweat, Dinah checked her nails, sneering at how filthy she was after all this.

Reaching down, she dragged the man by his hair over to the far wall of the dungeon, hoisting up his arms to be shackled in the iron bands chained to the brickwork. “Wha… What are you doing?”

“I need you to stay here Oliver, you’ll be safe down here, away from Dracula’s wrath.” She lied, using her entrancing voice on his tired and broken will. “I will try to keep him from discovering us, but I need you to stay down here Oliver, stay here… and be quite.”

Tired, spent, and slowly nodding his head, Oliver hung on her every word as she traced a sharp finger nail up his chin, and kissing him on the lips before turning sharply and gathering her things to get dressed. Once she was presentable, the Black Canary tossed her golden blonde hair over her shoulder and made her way up the steps of the dungeon.

“Dinah? Will you come back to me?”

Looking over her shoulder, Dinah feigned a smile back at her confused and naked husband shackled to the wall. “Of course, my love… Would I lie to you?” Closing the door behind her, Dinah sauntered her way down the halls of the castle. A cruel smile on her fanged lips as she plotted her machinations.

Looking out the stained-glass window of the castle, Dinah smiled wickedly back at the shores of Themyscira.

“So many toys… Which ones first?”