Anna was standing silently in front of God, tears streaming down her beautiful face, her hair fluttering in the non-existent breeze, waiting for Him to listen to her plea. When His attention was finally focused on her, she began.
"Please, my Lord," she started, the tears flowing freely once more. "Listen, and try to understand my request. I wish to go back to the earth, to live my life with Van Helsing once more." He stood, and asked one single question.
"Why should I send you back to earth?"
She hesitated. Why? So she could be selfish in claiming the love of one man, to keep him away from all others? To never let the man save the world? She almost laughed at the thought, but thought it better not to. To tell the man she loved how she felt, and she didn't blame him? Yes, she could say that. She was like that. And besides, he would maybe send her back on grounds like those, she prayed he would.
"Because, my Lord," she answered slowly, measuring the meaning and placement of each word. "It was not Van Helsing's fault I was killed. He was a werewolf, with no control over his actions. He did not know, until it was to late. Did you not see him mourn for me while he held me in his arms? I too feel that way for him. I love him." He thought a moment, then smiled at her.
"I will let you go back, but only on one condition." She relaxed, and grinned slightly.
"Yes?"
"Count Vladislaus Dracula lives, still vampire, but not quite as evil. You're task is to make him happy, make him…mortal, if you will. As mortal as he can become, anyway." Anna smiled.
'That shouldn't be so hard,' she thought to herself, an eyebrow raised. 'Dracula is very easily pleased, to be putting up with the women he did for 400 years...'
"But," God started again, and Anna jumped back to attention. "You yourself must also find happiness with him. Do this, and I will let you go on with your life on earth, the way you want it to be lived. The choice is then yours. You can either stay with Count Vladislaus Dracula, or go back to Gabriel Van Helsing." She stared at Him in shock, but could find no words to say what was in her head. Be happy with Dracula? As if! That would and could not ever happen! Could it? Going with her first instinct, she tried to contradict Him, tried to make Him see sense.
"I could never do that!" She yelled, but He just turned and faced the other side of the room, and started to walk away.
"I have spoken." And Anna fell into darkness again.
When Anna awoke, she found herself in a tight space. When she closed her eyes again, she remembered the day's happenings, and sat up quickly, the result causing a chain reaction.
The loud thunk of her head hitting the top of the coffin awoke the man next to her, and her head clunked on the bottom of the coffin when she brought her head back down to nurse it. She tried to move her right arm up to cradle her head, but her elbow hit solid wood. When she tried to move her left arm to hold that, she ran into someone's chin, causing them to moan in pain. Automatically, Anna sat up to see who it was, and hit her forehead on the top of the coffin again.
When she came back down again, her head hit an arm, which quickly turned up to stop her from causing any more bodily harm then she already had. By now her head was pounding, and her elbows hurt. She elbowed the stomach of the person holding her and, when they let go, kicked the top of the coffin open, and jumped out. Quickly she turned around to see the other occupant of the coffin, and stifled a scream.
There, sitting up in the coffin, was Dracula, the Prince of Darkness himself. She quickly ran to the door and yanked it open, only to be greeted by his smile. She gasped and fell backwards, but he caught her just in time. Automatically she threw her arms around his neck and pulled herself up to meet his body. He straightened up, leaving her dipped, reached behind his neck, grabbed one of her hands, and held their arms out vertically. He smiled.
"Remind you of anything?" He asked, and she just about spat in his face.
"Of course I remember, how could I not? You and the rest of your monsters surrounding every square inch of that ball room, except for me, Van Helsing, and Carl. We were the only decent ones there anyway. And the memory of kissing you…" She trailed off, a look of mingled disgust and horror on her face, sketched perfectly in the lines on her olive skin. Truthfully, she had almost, almost, liked the kiss, but was automatically repulsed by the thought of it.
Dracula on the other hand, he thought she was the image of perfection. The way her eyes sparkled in the candle light, the way her brown curls fell elegantly down her back. Her body fit perfectly in his arms, and the shape that she made as she curved down into the finest dip. Her smile could lighten up even the darkest night, but she only smiled for that blasted Gabriel. He despised him yet, somehow respected him in a way he could not explain, even to himself. He supposed it was because he had earned the love of this beautiful woman that was wrapped up in his arms. For all he knew or cared, Gabriel thought both of them were dead.
Anna had had quite enough of just hanging around like this, so she spread his legs ever so awkwardly and when they were just the right amount apart, slid out of his arms, between his legs, and through the door. She ran down the corridor and yelled out in pain as she twisted her ankle. She fell to the concrete floor. Hard. She lay there for a moment catching her breath, while Dracula caught up with her, almost tripping over her himself.
Reaching down, he extended his hand to her, yet she ignored him and kicked high up into the air, flying up off the floor, over his bent over back, and landing perfectly. It happened in such a blur, she was already standing behind him when he realized she had even left the floor. Turning around, he marveled at her limber and agility, making him want her even more.
She stood up straight, glowing with pride that she had outsmarted him. When he finally turned fully around, he saw the mischievous glint in her eye, and figured she thought she had won. 'Not so easily,' he thought. He didn't know the deal that she had made with God, but he thought, knowing Him, it was complicated. He wasn't exactly sure what it had to do with him, but he was certainly happy it did.
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