Of Lost Souls

By: Belle Keat

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Summary: Dracula, Velkan(wolf man), and Van Helsing have been having dreams about a girl. They no nothing of her past

or why they have these dreams. Yes, she is from the 21st centery and falls into the 19th. Will they help her with her

problem or will it consume her. who will get the girl? Who do you think?

A.N.You can vote when and or if you review! (PLease R&R) Any flames will used to make hot chocolate for my house

because my house is ALWAYS cold. Constructive critisismis always welcome!

Prologue:

Art grabbed his daughter by the neck and and threw her on the floor. Tara could have sworn that she felt something

snap. She then heard the clanking of mettal as her father took off his belt. She didn't wait for anything else. She got up and

ran towards the stairs. She wasn't fast enough. He easily caught up to her and hit her with the metal buckle of his belt.

As soon as she was on the ground he hit her with it over and over. Then, just when she thought he was done, he turned

her over and did the same thing on her stomach.

"You stupid B!tch! Get out of my site before I Change my mind!" Tara's father said as she crawled up the stairs

as best as she could on three limbs. She had to keep one hand clamped on her stomach so her skin would stay in place.

Once she had reached the top of the stairs, she grabbed a banage out from under her bed and wrapped her torso in the

course material. After she got the pain under control, she went into her bathroom and turned the sigot on all hot and put

the plug in the drain. Tara began to undress while the tub was filling and carefully removed the bandage from her bloody

torso and winced when the skin fell open and revealed the soft almost squishy lower layer of the dermis of her skin.

When the water touched her stomach she had to bite back a scream. The water was quickly turning pink from

all of the blood. She did the only thing she knew how to do. She grabbed her razor. Tara simply stared at it for a while.

Then, as if she came out of a trance she brought it down on her scarred skin. She did this repeatedly until she had let

out all of her anger and frustrarion.

Dracula, Valken, Van Helsing's Dream

He was in a strange golden yellow room. He saw a girl holding her stomach crawling up the stairs. He could

have wretched at the sight of her skin falling out of place when her hand moved. After she washed up, the girl walked to

an ajoining room and colapsed on what he assumed to be her bed.

End of Prologue

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