/ Ok, so if anyone is familiar with my other fanfictions I love throwing an OC into the mix and this time will be no different. This particular Dracula is one of the more ruthless ones depicted and I adore that. Strap yourselves in boys and girls off we go.
He did not love his brides… He felt no warmth in his cold dead heart when he looked at them, there were times as he lay in his coffin at daybreak that he questioned his motives to have them there. They were all very beautiful, they were cunning and cruel… They lusted for blood… These were all things he adored about them. The sexual gratification that came along with three vampire brides was nothing for him to turn his nose up at either, none of this equated to love though. He only ever felt love once in his immortal life… A love that had long slipped through his icy grasp.
The night had not yet begun when he decided to rise, he walked aimlessly throughout the confines of Castle Dracula. There were parts of the castle not even the brides were permitted to enter, parts of the castle reserved for him to sit and contemplate. He ghosted down a stone spiral staircase, it had one solitary room down the bottom. The room was lit by candles 24 hours a day, a solid oak coffin sat in the middle. Each and every time he looked at it he thought for a moment that he may have the will to feel once again. Slowly he opened the coffin lid and peered inside. Even now she took his very breath away. Looking as immaculate as the day she was taken from him he could not resist allowing his fingers to trace over the porcelain contours of her face. The woman that lay in the coffin was a rare beauty. Her skin was as pale and corpse like as his own, her auburn hair framed her slender face and fell all the way down to the bottom of her ribs, it had flecks of orange and red throughout it. Unique, Like her. Her hands lay neatly folded on her stomach, her long pale fingers linked together. She would have looked like she was merely sleeping if it was not for the large silver stake that was protruding from her chest. To remove it would turn her to ash, he had vowed to keep her preserved until he could bring her back.
She was his first bride, his wife when he was still a mere mortal man. He had turned her himself a year after he had been given the devils curse. Love had just been a happy coincidence for them both. As individuals from two pureblood families she knew they were destined to be married from birth. How could he have not loved someone so beautiful? Not only that, she had a fiery will, she was as deadly as he was with a weapon. When he was turned she remained totally devoted to him even though she knew it meant she was no longer going to be able to have children of her own if she did so. He used these other women to try fill the void she left but they never would. It was like she had been born to be a vampire… She was flawless as one of the living dead, humans feared her quicker than they ever feared him. His wife, she was immaculate in every way.
Gabriel Van Helsing has been the one to land the fatal blow that killed his beloved, the mere thought of the man in question made his blood boil in anger. As he closed the coffin lid his jaw clenched tightly. Science had come so far since she passed. How had Victor not thought of a solution yet! But of course, he was starting to realise he finally may have cracked it. Investing in the good doctor was most certainly beginning to pay off. He was creating a creature, a creature Vlad thought could be the key to this entire operation. With this beast he would finally be reunited with her. His brides will be furious, but they will serve a new purpose, they will work as protection for the castle. No human would ever enter Castle Dracula again while she lived… Not unless they were going to be the fine dining for that night. He could feel the heaving weight of the sunlight's presence leaving him, as the moon began to reveal itself in the night sky he knew it would only be a matter of time before his brides woke from their slumber and noted his absence. They were clingy little things, they lived solely for him. He knew he was the absolute centre of their universe. He liked it like that though, he enjoyed knowing there were three very durable creatures at his beck and call. He could tell them to set themselves on fire and they would do it. For him they would do anything. That is why he picked them, he needed mindless broken women that would not back talk him. He knew it was a heartless thing to do but that is what he was. Heartless, he was hollow. Utterly hollow.
Vampires were graceful creatures and he was no exception to this. His feet made no sounds as he walked, it was almost like he was gliding on air. He could already hear his brides rousing from their slumber, on nights like this when his heart felt nothing but sorrow he saw them as mere tiresome little creatures. He had already given Igor strict instructions to send them out into the town to investigate the new visitors that had arrived not hours before. He could not stomach the sight of them today, they were as clueless as they were loyal, they worshipped him blindly, they had no fight in them, no fire! She was irreplaceable like that his first bride. If he did something she did not like he would hear about it. She was smarter than those undead puppets he had created to occupy his time. When they killed it was strategic, it was bloody, it was fun… He was taken out of his abyss of self-loathing by the sound of Victor Frankenstein's shrill voice "It's alive!" He screamed. Had his heart been beating in that moment it would have stopped. He did it, he made the creature!
In the blink of an eye he was by the doctor looking down at the grotesque howling creation pinned to the table. It was an utterly beautiful monster, a mix of countless dead bodies, the stench of death that flowed from it was the sweetest aroma the count had smelled in decades.
"Success! At last Victor!" He said circling the creature with predatory eyes, Victor Frankenstein jumped at the sound of the Counts commanding booming voice. Vlad smirked, the sound of the doctor's erratic heartbeat giving him away to how very scared he still was him. "And not a moment too soon!" The count bellowed, in an instant he was gone once more leaving the doctor and his creation alone, both of them taking a good hard look at each other. A macabre father and son.
The coffin lid was torn from its hinges and flung across the room, Vlad had never opened it fully he was too scared to look at her in her entirety for fear he would lose his mind with grief. He scooped her up like he was handling a fragile piece of glass, feeling her so close to him even in her death like state made a small smile flutter across his pale lips.
Of all the things Victor Frankenstein thought the count would return with a woman was not one of them. His mind was a flurry of curiosity and questions but he valued his life enough to know not to be verbal with his deadly leader.
He placed her on a table with the same gentleness and care he had used taking her out. Strapping her in he even took the time to brush some of her silky locks from her hauntingly beautiful face. His attention turned back to Victor and like a switched had been turned in his head he reverted back to the stern monster everyone had known to fear.
"Prepare the creature!" He shouted, all his cowering minions got to work, powering up the ancient rotting machinery.
"What are you going to do to him count?" Frankenstein countered. It would seem that like a true father and son their bond had formed within seconds of life entering his body.
"The creature is the key, the key to waking her, the key to bringing her back." Vlad said his eyes ghosting back over to her once again.
"When she lives you are free to leave Castle Dracula and take your thing with you." He said in a sickly-sweet tone that just screamed dishonesty.
Electricity buzzed though the castle and into the creature which howled in anger and confusion. The count hooked her up to wires himself, he despised anyone but him touching her. "Soon you will be back with me, my Elizabeta." He whispered. The doctors head shot up at the name. "Elizabeta, your first wife…" He whispered to himself. "No." Frankenstein said his heart racing violently once more. "I will not allow you to bring such evil back into the world. If she lives a cloud of darkness will fall on this earth. I could never allow him to be used for such evil." He said running to unstrap his abomination from the table.
In what felt like less than one second the doctor had been flung across the room "do you think I gave you this laboratory out of the goodness of my heart! Do you think I truly ever believed in your ridiculous theories, in your overly inflated god complex?! You are right to be afraid Victor, for when my wife is whole again death will rain down upon all those that cross our path!" He said grabbing him by his throat with a firm icy grip he lifted him from the ground with ease and slammed him into a wall. The satisfying crunch of some of Victors bones brought a bone chilling smile to his face.
The power was put on full and the creature was raised into the heavens themselves, it screamed and howled in pain as current after current of electricity ran through his body and down into the counts limp bride.
"She is the devil! She must remain dead! Victor said still struggling against his undead opponent. He knew this was his fault, he had ended the world… The counts first wife had a reputation that made even the strongest men feel uneasy in their souls, he had to stop this or die trying.
"No no dear doctor, I am the devil and she is my queen, you know what that means do you not?" Vlad sneered his nose inches from the snivelling fleshy mess before him.
Before there was a chance for either to reply a noise grabbed their attention, the clank of something hitting the ground, a stake to be exact. Turning swiftly on his heels and releasing the doctor from his grasp a loud gasp filled the room as Elizabeta's body became reanimated before them. Her eyes shot open her crystal blue orbs wide and unfocused. The count did not know if he should laugh or cry so instead he passed one more glance to the doctor who was still trying to find his breath on the floor
"Welcome to hell Doctor Frankenstein."
/ So, if this is received well I will make this into a whole snazzy series about The Count and his wife essentially destroying everything in its path and facing off with Ana and Van Helsing. I MIGHT change the rating to M at a later date… Perhaps.