I don't own the NBC adaption of Bram Stoker's novel, Dracula.

Alright, this is something for a friend of mine. She's obsessed with the show and she's upset with the lack of Mina/Grayson fics, so I figured I would help her out. I, for one, am very pleased with the number of Mina/Lucy fics. Good job whomever's writing them! *thumbs up* Now, if you will... enjoy the fic.

Mina walked calmly throughout the large house, wondering how she'd gotten there to begin with. The dress she wore was different than the usual ones she wore; it didn't have a hoop beneath it at all and the fabric was much softer than what she was used to with the coarse material of the dresses she normally wore. Glancing around, she took in the extravagance of the home. The walls were furnished with gold and red, spirals of wood carved roses lining the entranceways to the different rooms, the ceiling wasn't high, but there were designs of meadow flowers and unidentifiable animal silhouettes painted onto it. The furniture was older than she could date, the legs having claws and talons at the ends of them with paws or wings decorating the arms and the head of whatever animal it was personifying carved at the top of the piece of furniture.

Such an enamoring place. She thought, caressing a silk pillow and shivering in pleasure at the feel of it. So beautiful. I wonder who lives here.

"It is good to see you are finally awake, sleepy-head." Mina glanced up at the voice and started to see Lucy grinning at her widely. Of course, she looked somewhat different. It was the spitting image except… her hair was longer and her eyes were a much deeper green than Lucy's were, making Mina think of her own ice blue.

"Well what are you standing there for?" the woman grinned and hopped over. "We have to go meet up with your fiancé do we not?"

Jonathon? Mina wondered as she and the woman walked briskly toward a room that resembled a sitting room. Just as they were about to enter, the scene changed.

Mina found herself lying on her bed with the woman resembling Lucy sitting right next to her. Mina's heart seized because this was how she and Lucy had been before she'd ended their friendship. The blonde turned to her and grinned, laying on the bed next to her. "Ilona, dear, what do you think of getting this dress for your wedding?"

She positioned the very old book on the brunette's lap and pointed out a horrid-looking dress. Mina smiled and shook her head. "I do not think so, Marisa." She giggled, pushing the book back.

"Oh come now, it is the best fashion statement you could make all year!" the woman took the book back with a shrug. "I think you would look stunning in it. It would bring out your eyes."

"My eyes?" the brunette turned to her companion.

The woman turned to her and stared into her eyes, breathing heavily as she moved closer. No, not again! Mina groaned as the blonde moved closer. "Your eyes are enchanting." The blonde whispered, reaching a hand up to stroke her cheek. Mina watched in horror as she leaned in and pressed their lips together. It shocked Mina even more that she almost responded. Wait, this isn't my fiancé.

Pulling back, Mina stared at her friend in trepidation. "Marisa, you know I cannot do that." She gasped, pressing a hand to her lips.

"I-I am so sorry, Ilona, I-I do not know what I was thinking. I mean, you are soon to be married and here I am… I am sorry. I just… I love you so much…" Get out! Mina shouted in her mind, outraged that she would profess her love.

"Marisa, I love you. I truly do. But I only have feelings of sisterhood for you. Please understand."

The blonde nodded, tears shining in her eyes as she hugged the brunette close. "I do. And I wish you nothing but the best in your marriage."

Mina watched the sorrow play in the large green eyes, but also watched the happiness as well and realized that she may have overreacted with Lucy. Perhaps I was too harsh on her. Before Mina could do anything more, the scene changed again.

Mina strode through the streets, staring around as buildings burned all around her. People were running in fright as armored figures raced throughout the land. She was clothed in an incredibly old-fashioned nightgown and she had strange shoes upon her feet. As she watched, several of the armored men dragged two women and some children out into the streets and tied them to the back of horses before riding off on the steeds.

Mina gasped in horror at the carnage and chaos unfolding around her. She rushed toward one house in particular, somehow knowing that if she didn't get there soon, a good friend would be lost. Racing down the street, she found that she was too late. The house was already in flames and a cross had been set up in front of it. Two of the armored men walked a woman to the stake. She walked calmly and regally between them to the cross, showing no trace of fear as she let them tie her hands.

Mina rushed down the hillside, shouting for them to stop. As she was running up, the pair of men mounted the blonde onto the cross and set the wood beneath to flame. "No!" Mina shrieked, rushing forward. The men quickly intercepted her and held her back to watch as the blonde burned alive. "Why? Why!"

"Ilona," the woman called with a pain-filled smile. "It is all right. Everything is okay now."

More flames rose up and continued scorching her skin as well as the ropes around her arms.

"No!" Mina screamed in desperation as she saw the life fading from her friend. "Marisa!" Marisa? No, that's Lucy!

"Ilona." The blonde woman's eyes twinkled out at her. "I am finally… free." The blonde raised her arms high into the air as her entire body burst with renewed flames. "Free."

Mina sank to her knees, sobbing as she watched her friend's body slump against the ground and lay still as it burned. All around, chaos still reigned, but that was trivial now as the brunette cried for her lost friend. "Marisa, why?" she sobbed. "Why did you love me?"

Mina's eyes slowly twitched before they opened and she groaned, placing a hand against her head.

"Something wrong?" a weary voice asked beside her.

"M-my dream…" Mina breathed.

"Who's Marisa?" Jonathon yawned, sitting up beside her.

"I-I don't… I don't know."

"Well, you were calling her name as if she were dying." Jonathon stretched and groaned. "Do you want something to drink?" Mina shook her head and he shrugged, standing and padding from the room.

As if she were dying…

"She was."

There you are. That's chapter one. Review and tell me what you think, yeah? Thanks! ;)