Disclaimer: I do not own 'Tanz der Vampire', or either of its characters. Enjoy!
Sarah lay sleeping in her bed, her figure covered in a thick comforter. Her hair of a beautiful mahogany color was spread out across her large pillow and flowed like the waves of an ocean. Her heart was beating slowly, and softly in her chest. She turned on her side and now distressingly, clutched onto the side of her pillow. Something now stirred in her mind, and it was hard to figure out if it was either a dream or a nightmare. However, judging from the sweat that now glistened on her brow and breast, it must have been a nightmare, one of the most horrible nature. Sarah, in her dream, now turned to see thick fog circling around her in the middle of nowhere.
It was dark, but she could tell that she was standing on a pathway to her village in the middle of a forest. She was barefoot, and she felt the strain of the gravel road weighing on the soles of her feet. She wore nothing but a thick red shawl on her shoulders, and nothing but a thin nightgown beneath. She was frightened, as she heard a wolf howl in the night far off in the woods. But up ahead, she heard commotion and yelling. Far into the distance, she saw flickers of fire glowing. She heard the cry of a mob, and from the sounds of their voices, anger and hatred were consuming the scene. Sarah ran toward the flickering of fire in the midst of the darkness. The fog moved where she ran, and she began to breathe heavily as she ran. Her heart raced and her eyes were tearing up. She felt the utmost emotion of dread inside. Sarah ran and when she approached the sight, she saw an angry crowd gathering around the gate of a great dark castle. It was nearly ten stories high and seemed to be an aged fortress that was under siege.
"No!" she cried out, her voice in a despairing tone.
She dropped her shawl and ran through the crowd, knowing now whose castle this way. This was the Count's castle. Her Count's fortress of life from their world.
"No, please! He's done nothing, please!"
An angry villager grabbed her and said, "You've no place among us, Chagal! Go home back to your father! This monster's ours for the taking!"
The grip of the man's hand on her arm tightened. Pain soared through as the pressure exceeded. Finally, the door opened and a grotesque, hunched-over creature stepped outside.
"Leave now, humans! You are not welcomed! And my master strongly recommends that the human holding the girl to let go, or else a disaster will be unleashed upon you."
Sarah's heart raced as she saw Krolock's servant. She struggled and tried to free herself. "
Let go of me now! Please, you're hurting me!" Sarah wept.
Again, Koukol spoke, "My master demands it!"
The leader of the mob then approached and said, "Well then why doesn't your master show himself and try to take her then, hmm? Let the coward show himself, or else we'll enter and burn this castle to the ground!"
The red-haired beauty fretted. Her eyes filled with tears. But as she screamed, a black shadow, followed by a thickly dark mist, swarmed over to her and cover them in darkness. The man's arm was ripped away, his voice echoing in screams. Sarah fell unconscious to the ground, her dress and hair now sprawled across the cold pavement. Sarah cried, now in pain. Koukol then limped aside in the doorway. A dark figure appeared. The humans shivered silently. Krolock now appeared in the revealed moonlight, his face now luminated. As he pulled his lips back, he gave a dangerous sneer and showed his teeth. Teeth that were rather sharp and white.
"Remove yourself from my territory and leave the girl alone," he snarled.
The leader, who held a torch, now charged toward the Count and thrashed the torch back and forth. The Count retaliated at the fire. The shadows of the humans' silhouettes prowled the ground, covering his Sarah in darkness. He couldn't really see her, but he knew she was there.
"Koukol, clear a path and find Sarah!" he demanded. The hunchback nodded and went down the stairs, descending in a frightening manner.
The leader growled. "Get back, monster!"
Koukol did not fret, and he threw the man aside, knocking him to the side. The other humans parted, but one remained. He wore a cloak, and his face was shrouded in darkness.
"Vampire," he growled. "If you truly cared for this girl, you would've turned her by now. But because of your taxing self-consciousness, look what has happened to her now!"
The human wrenched his cloak away from his feet and off the ground, and revealed a bruised and unconscious Sarah lying on the ground. Her hair was sprawled over the ground, and she lay on her side, her face unvisable. Her one arm lay across the ground and the other was close to her chest. And where Krolock saw her skin, he saw how dark and nasty the bruise she had really was.
"Sarah! Meine rose, mein licht! NO!"