Storyline: Dracula and his brides are among the living again. Van Helsing is sent to Transylvania yet again.
((Author's notes:Ah yes, the very old plot. Anyways. Enjoy. And stuff.)) INCOMPLETE
Eternity and a Day
Prologue
The storm hadn't stopped for 3 days. It seemed like it did not want to go away.
At summer. It was thundering. And raining. The wind howled with the wolves. A carriage rode up to Castle Frankensteing, an abandoned yet huge castle.
The right door of the carriage was opened, and a man stepped outside. Someone else stepped out, and opened an umbrella. They hurriedly walked towards the castle door. 2 more small figures got out and ran behind them.
Dark...
It tried to open it's eyes, but failed. Did it have eyes?
A small vampire child ((AN: I mean those little thingies from the movie, not a human looking child.)) moved it's claws and twitched. It hurt.
"Father, may I wait outside?" said a female voice. He heard it. He felt their presence. He smelled their blood. But he could not see. His eyes were still closed.
"...Of course. Of course you may", answered the father's voice. He's throat burned. He moved his fingers again.
He scratched at the wall surrounding his tiny body. He scratched and scratched, untill he felt the cold air.
Blood. Yes, blood. He needs blood.
Moving around a little, he "broke" the shell he was in. He flew- flew? Yes, he had wings- towards the male one, the nearest one. The hunger was stronger, and so was the smell of blood.
Without waiting, he attacked the man from behind, and bit at his throat, through his scarf. Screams.
Such beautiful music. At least, it was for the reborn Count.
Emptying the human from it's life juice, he pounced at the running woman. One down, only one to go. Blood was all around his mouth, the beautiful crimson blood.
And it tasted better than ever.
The little brown haired girl stood there, open mouthed and wide eyed. With no hesitation, he attacked her too. As he dropped the body, he heard shrieks and screams.
His brides have woken.
As he made for the one outside, he felt pain everywhere in his body. He stopped dead in the air.
The Count started twitching madly. He let out horrible screeches and shrieks and unnatural screams, as he started to "grow".
Panting, he grabbed a stake and looked around wildly.
He had seen it. Dracula. Evil bastard extraordinaire, reborn.
Dream. It was just a nightmare, he thought to himself. He ran his fingers through his long brown hair and sighed.
He heard footsteps and suddenly, his door burst open and lots of friars in pyjamas burst in, holding candles and wooden stakes. But the one who had burst the door, with a very silly hat on, holding a crossbow, was our genius Carl. He looked around and pointed the at everything in the small room. His eyes set on the fully clothed hunter and he tried to hold the crossbow in hand, but it turned out too heavy. "What is it Van Helsing?" he finally asked, after putting the crossbow on the floor. The friars had started mumbling and muttering together. And certain words such as "crazy, nightmare, fully clothed, stake" and so on could be heard.
"Out of my way, out of my way!" yelled a familiar voice. "Van Helsing!" yelled Cardinal Jinette.
"It was only a nightmare. It was nothi-" "What are you talking about? You have a new assignment. You have 'till tomorrow to pack up." he said, and turned to leave. sight.
Van Helsing was still sitting on the ground, before the information finally reached his brain.
"Damn." Carl looked at him and said: "Well, I'll just be leaving now." He took his (heavy) crossbow and left rather quickly, fearing that the Hunter may be quite angry.
Van Helsing threw hismelf on the bed, closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep without letting the horrible events of the last time he was in Transylvania break through his mind.
But it did anyways. He remembered Anna's horrified face as he jumped at her. To the very last bitter detail. He remembered seeing Anna's broken and dead body on the chair.
He remember her peaceful face as the flame danced around her body.
He'd killed her. He had killed the woman he'd loved.
Soft tears rolled down his cheek as memories flooded in his mind.
In time, he did fall into a blissful sleep, without bloody battlefields or certain assholes.
((AN:I wasn't happy with the Van Helsing scene. It didn't come out the way I wanted it to. Oh well. Review? More to come... soon. ))