I do not own any of the Van Helsing characters… (…Ill get over it soon…

Summary: 'Why me?'...Ava, a young fourteen year old teenager, had once an ordinary"regular" life...but when a mysterious stranger meets her in an alley after her band concert...much will change...

Chapter 1

'In sleep he sang to me

In dreams he came

That voice which calls to me
and speaks my name
and do I dream again?
For now I find
the phantom of the opera is there,
inside my mind'

Phantom of the Opera

Those lyrics followed Ava Jones home, as she walked down a musty alleyway towards her apartment.

'Maybe I should have taken that ride with Jesse…No! He is a sick person…and I don't want him to think that I like him…' she closed her eyes and shuddered thinking about the concept deeper and chuckled lightly,

'Laurie would be furious with me if I were ever to date him…'

She flicked her long, wavy red hair out of her silver eyes and sighed as the cold wind whammed furiously into her stronger.

'I want spring! I hate cold!' she shivered as her foot on accident splashed through a deep-water puddle. Her shadow danced across the brick wall as she passed the lower apartments,

'Obviously there are still some awake at this hour…lucky me…' she cast a quick glance to her watch and sighed wearily, 11:30 PM; a flicker of a shadow passed Ava, and raced down the alley. Maybe she was just tired and seeing things…the sooner she was able to recline in her bed the better…

"Ma'am do you need assistance?" a low voice asked her.

Her eyelids were drooping noticeably and she slurred,

"I am not drunk…just dead tired…" she stumbled past the man, not even looking at him and continued her trudge down the gloomy passage.

She heard a soft chuckle and turned around slowly,

"Am I funny in some way? Funny…I do not find any humor in being tired…" she gave him a dirty look and turned back around to finally reach her apartment door.

"Why do you hide in the shadows of the lights?" she seethed hearing the man chuckle once more at her.

"I hide in the shadows for a reason I fear you would never understand…" he whispered moving cautiously into a lamp's flickering light out of a dusty window.

"Or care…now quit following me and leave me alone!" she spat thrusting her keys in the rusted old lock and jiggled on them.

"Now, now…it is not polite to talk like that to…me…" he smirked as her eyes shot wide at his strange appearance…and accent.

"Who are you?" she demanded placing a pale hand firm around the doorknob.

"Oh how rude of me…My name is Count Vladislaus Dragulia…for short Dracula." He gave her a mocking bow and his smirk grew as she sneered,

"Okay now it all makes good sense…now get away from me you psycho before I call authorities!" she demanded pulling out her cell phone and punching in the number 9.

"Do I need to finish or will you get away from me?"

He laughed softly at her ignorance,

'Obviously, she has no clue on who she is dealing with…'

"Trust me when I say this Ava…it would not help you in anyway…" he smiled cruelly down at her, his black eyes glinting with coldness.

"How did…How do…?" she stammered clutching both the knob and phone tighter, a light, nervous sweat broke out on her face and hands.

"Or more of the question is…why would I know?" he advanced up to her his smile twisting into an evil smirk.

'Get the heck out of there! He is a MDT!' (Mugger, drugger, thugger…) A/N

'A stalker!'

She tried to remove her hand from the gold knob, tried to move her legs to flee down the dark alley, tried to even mutter a sound of a word…but her body resisted and stayed firmly placed before the man before her.

He moved up to her about inches away, his eyes filled with blood lust and cruelty.

"To further my…introduction…" he paused whispering in her ear. "I am a vampire…get it?" he wrapped an arm forcefully around her waist and tilted her head back revealing her neck.

She nodded wordlessly her face pale with horror as the man grew fangs…and leaned down into her neck.

Before she could scream, before she could fight, before she could even move, he bit down hard into her flesh and an earsplitting scream lit up the dank alley, piercing into the night's sky.