A/N. Whoot, second fanfiction ever. Yep, here it is. Different fandom this time, although there will definitely be more Harry Potter stuff too. Becca is an OC of mine, and there's of course, plenty of Van Helsing and Dracula. However, I own neither of these characters, just taking them for a ride. I apologise for any spelling mistakes or anything of the like, I don't yet have a beta to check over everything, so it's only down to me! I often write this at ridiculous times of the morning, so my judgment is not always at its full coherency. With that over, on with the show!
She panted slightly for breath; she had ran the entire way through Dracula's castle. Van Helsing had promised to find her, when he didn't come… she thought the worst.
She'd found the cure, but they were ahead of schedule. They still had 48 hours until his first full moon, and they'd already found Castle Dracula.
She heard an argument in hushed tones on the other side of the door.
"She has always been mine and I will make her so!" A thick Transylvanian accent stated, she knew it was Dracula from his deep, rich voice, yet it sounded… impatient and angry.
"She will not! You cannot do that to her, turn her into a creature of evil…" She could hear who she assumed to be Van Helsing reply.
"Ah my dear Gabriel.-" he started condescendingly. "She would be not a creature of evil, but of purity. Something pure created from evil, one of God's weapon's on earth. I would make her my queen, the only one ever to drink my own blood." Dracula stated, becoming impatient with the man who had murdered him all those years ago.
"I can't let you do such a thing to Becca. I love her as much as you Dracula, and I won't let you have her." He growled.
She gasped from behind the door, stifling it with her hand, they were talking about her?
"Neither of us has ever settled for half. I think Becca should decide for herself, we cannot force her." He said fairly, smirking.
"You mean both of us, try and seduce her? See who she chooses!" Van Helsing demanded of his fanged enemy.
"That is exactly what I mean Gabriel. I know you ventured here, aiming to kill me. However you have 2 days until the werewolf venom will fully take hold, what say we have a little competition with the spare time?" He smiled in mock sweetness.
"Normally, I would refuse. However, I am afraid of what you would do to her if I do not comply. 2 days, we shall see who she chooses." He said, defeated.
"Excellent." Dracula said, before sweeping into his Hell Beast form and flying from the room, bursting through a glass window.
"What have I done?" Gabriel Van Helsing muttered to himself.
Becca fled as quickly as possible, she tried as hard as she could to forget what she'd heard.
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Becca was walking through the castle, stalking, creeping through the shadows. Avoiding the Dwergi, they just scared her to be quite Frank. She reached a small courtyard type area outside.
"Oh Becca." A Transylvanian voice called tauntingly. "Oh, Becca." Much like the way he calls Van Helsing.
She froze and gasped. Before she knew it, Dracula was pressed against her back.
"There you are, I have been searching everywhere for you." His body felt oddly warm against hers, she had always expected his skin to feel icy cold.
"O-oh r-really?" She asked shakily, unable to slow her heart. It pounded, knocking against her ribcage, much like a bird trapped in a cage too small for it.
He heard her heart beat accelerate in speed and smirked, his body was pressed tight against hers.
"Yes my love, I have. I have something to show you." He whispered huskily, kissing along her neck.
Her head tipped back gently onto his shoulder, giving him more access to the column of her throat, she moaned softly at the feel of his lips against her skin. Before coming to her senses and remembering his and Gabriel's little "bet".
She pulled away from him. "What are you doing Dracula?" She asked venomously, she couldn't reveal that she knew about their plan could she? At least not until Gabriel had confronted her also, to be sure.
"I thought that much was obvious." He said sarcastically.
His voice almost broke her resolve, it was the accent she thought. It was pure heaven, his voice was an octave or so lower than Van Helsing's and sent shivers down her spine.
He reached out his hands to her hips, and pulled her against him roughly. He leaned in and spoke against her lips, just a hair's width away.
"I want you Rebecca…" He delighted in the shiver and the further racing of her heart. She was finding it hard to deny herself and he could tell.
He watched as her eyes were fixed onto his bottom lip, she unconsciously licked her own, only serving to drive his need higher.
"I-I can't… You a-and…You'll…" She stuttered, before breaking free from his grasp and running as fast as she could back into the castle.
He watched her go, knowing that she was finding it hard to define her feelings at the moment. Of course, as far as she knew, he was the bad guy, you can't want the bad guy.
She wanted to find Van Helsing, and now. She needed his reassurance, of course she knew about the bet… but Dracula could just kill her at any moment, at least for now Gabriel seemed to be on her side.
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"Van Helsing!" She called upon seeing him in the library.
He turned to see Becca running towards him, and almost fell backwards as she barreled into his arms.
"D-Dracula… he…" She couldn't say it, and just buried her head into his chest.
He rubbed her back and whispered small reassurances. He now felt sure that this little bet would be his. Dracula had made his advance, and she had come running back to him.
"Ssshhh, it's okay now, I'm here." He said tentatively, cupping her chin and tilting her head up, to meet his gaze. He explored her eyes for a moment before leaning in and slowly kissing her.
She felt the soft pressure of Gabriel's lips against her own, she was frozen for a moment, too shocked to respond. His tongue snaked out to brush her bottom lip, coaxing her to part her lips and let him explore her sweet cavern.
She gasped and moaned almost inaudibly, her lips parted of their own accord.
His hands were brushing up her arms, pulling her closer, he breathed in her soft, feminine scent and sighed into the kiss.
They kissed languidly for a few moments, before she pulled back to breathe.
Her eyes focusing, she realized that this was just all a part of that damned bet, it meant nothing more than beating Dracula to him.
"Meet me, here, in an hour." She whispered and kissed his cheek before leaving.
He was somewhat shocked as to her sudden departure, but thought nothing of it. He already assumed that he had won the bet, and she was meeting him back here for another kiss or more…
He smiled, wanting to see the look on Dracula's face… It was surreal, they were acting like friends. He found Dracula to be somewhat like himself, he was nowhere near the monster he was made out to be, so far.
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Dracula was shocked to find Becca returning to him so quickly.
He stood in welcome and gestured to the seat next to him. She sat down it calmly, but had yet not met his eyes.
"Dracula? V-Vladislaus?" She said, afraid to call him that.
"Yes, my dear?" He asked politely.
'Oh, the accent.' She thought, tainted with desire. She really should stay away from him…
"I-I'm confused… You… Earlier… Gabriel…" She muttered, actually trying to figure her feelings out, but acting at the same time.
"Ah." he nodded, saying nothing more, understanding that Gabriel had too approached her, and she was processing things.
"Can I ask a favor of you Vladislaus? I know I shouldn't… You're supposed to be the enemy, I shouldn't even be here… you could kill me oh so easily…" She said.
"You may ask what you wish young one." He said imploringly.
"Might you meet me in the library in one hour? While I attempt to analyze these feelings I do not recognize?" She asked shyly, blushing.
"One hour. I shall be there." He said, transforming into his hell beast form and taking to the skies, planning to fly to the other side of the castle grounds, to tell Igor of his locations and for him not to be disturbed.
She shivered, she hated when he did that. It scared her, he didn't look like himself. He was a true beast in that form. Not the attractive man he was normally.
She blushed profusely… where did 'attractive' come from!
A/N: I apologise for the short chapter, the next one will definitely be longer I PROMISE.
It's currently 3.44 am and I have to get up at 8 am for work in a few hours, so I need to go and get some sleep.
Keep on Keeping on!