Author's Note: I do not own the Van Helsing Franchise.
Chapter 1
The moon was perfect tonight. Mirabel like the way the full moon shined luminously on the landscape, especially on her garden. Mirabel could smell the sweet roses as she approached the garden. The breeze touched Mirabel's face, cooling her flushed cheeks. She bent down on the ground and started clipping the roses. Her mind was restless tonight, memories of her younger sister's cruelty resurfaced often this night, preventing sleep. She stopped clipping for a moment. Mirabel's thoughts toke a violent turn; resulting in her sister's death. She smiled menacingly.
She looked up at the sky. Why is life so hard? She tried not to cry from the anger and sadness of those memories. She blinked rapidly as if she was blinking back the tears. No! Mirabel looked franticly around the garden. Where is that basket? Then she remembered she left it in the barn.
The barn wasn't far from Mirabel's home. Just a short walk from the house was all it took. The only thing Mirabel could hear was the sold melodic sound of the residents of the barn and the forest. Her favorite animals were the cows. Lizzie, her favorite female cow, was lying down in her pit along with her babies. Mirabel rubbed Lizzie's nose.
"Sleep tight, don't let the insects bite."
She loved Lizzie and her babies. Mirabel gave the three of them names. Betsy was the black and white one sleeping soundly in the corner of the pit. William, all black, was sleeping next to his mother. And then there was Anya who was all brown. Mirabel's friend gave the calf that name. Mirabel hates the name. Anya wasn't Mirabel's favorite, but she tolerated her. Anya was sleeping on the other side of Lizzie.
"Will, you're such a momma's boy." She chuckled. He's a cow.
She remembered why she was there. She scanned the barn, no basket. Mirabel sighed in frustration. Mirabel quietly crept out of the barn, careful not to awaken Lizzie or the others. She walked behind the barn wondering where she put her basket when she stopped suddenly. There was a figure hiding in the shadows of the barn.
"It is dangerous for a woman to be outside alone at night, don't you think?" the stranger said still hiding in the dark. He slowly stepped out of the darkness and into the moonlight. Mirabel recognized the man.
"Nothing's out here, except for you." She replied, standing her ground. Dracula chuckled and took a few steps forward. Before she knew it, he was circling her.
"Perhaps you're right." He paused for a moment.
"Your heartbeat is normal. Are you not afraid?" He asked, still circling her.
She shook her head, Dracula chuckled again. He roughly pulled her to him and held her against him. He was tempted to touch her lower, but held his arm on her waist. He smelled Mirabel's neck, then lifted his head.
"You smell good." Dracula kissed her neck, again and again until she was under his command. Turning into his true form, Dracula flew off with Mirabel. Almost snapping out of the trance, she shouted, "I hate heights!" Mirabel held onto Dracula. He laughed seductively and menacingly as he flew into the night with Mirabel.
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