Author's Note: Yes!!! Yes yes!!! I finally saw Van Helsing!!! I loved it!!! Dracula is so sexy and awesome!!! W00t! Well, this is my fanfic with my own character. My friend Moon Avenger (look her up!) is writing one too, but with me under a different name. It's the name I used for my Harry Potter fanfic, just because I couldn't think of anything just then and she needed it to continue. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any original Van Helsing or other monster characters. All belong to Universal Pictures and Disney.

Dracula's Symphony

Chapter One: Return of the King

The midnight sky was rolling in as day turned to night beginning with red, orange, and yellow hues of beauty. The sun was setting and its gleam cast shadows of memories onto Dracula's castle. The stone building stood firm in the snowy area, the inside of the castle amazingly staying heated and warm.

Destroyed and broken was the lab inside, its contents shattered, smashed, and scratched. Dracula's human shaped body laid limb against a wall, not too far from where Anna had been killed and Van Helsing had been cured. The needle that had the werewolf antidote lay still on a carpet near the bed on which Anna had died.

An ice blue eye pierced the room. It scanned the wreckage, and a sigh of pain was heard. Dracula had reawakened, not dead as thought. Starring at the golden needle, he struggled to reach for it but was unable. Moving slowly, he limb-crawled to the carpet, pulling it closer to him until the needle was in his grasp.

He gulped, the werewolf venom in his blood taking over more slowly now. He could not turn into a werewolf, his body had already contained the venom of a vampire, and none, to the date, had been able to handle both.

Taking a close look, there were several drops of the antidote still remaining in the vile. He grunted and smashed it against the floor. Picking up the droplets with his finger, Dracula licked them up as if delicate drops of blood, as his last feed, for it may very well be.

Feeling relived and weak from, even using only that much strength, he lay back once more and sighed. He watched as the gash in his neck went down and slowly disappeared. It had healed slightly before, when it was just made, but he went unconscious in a minute.

Hours passed, and soon Dracula was almost completely back. He was still weak though, and needed to feed. Usually he sent his wives out to do it, since he had more, better, things to deal with. And since no one knew where his castle was, he would have to leave and fly by night, finding shelters elsewhere.

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Author's Ending Note: A little short, but it's just kinda like a prologue. Also, I kinda used some stuff from Underworld so if you saw that then that's good, but if not, it's just fine too. Hope you liked it. Reviews are welcomed and wanted!