The Count's Bride Chapter 1
A/N: Well I'm pretty sure my followers who have been reading my work for a while now must think that I've lost my mind with all of these weird Crossover Fics. This one came into my head late last night and I thought I'd give a go. I doubt anyone will read it because it'll be the only one that has these two fandoms crossing. So if anyone actually reads this I'm going to be incredibly surprised. Alright so on with the story. Theme song for this entire story is Bride by my favorite Romanian pop artist Keo.
The harsh wind from the snowstorm outside whipped around inside of the castle and flowed up into the candlelit room where the Count was entertaining a guest.
It had been centuries that the Count had brought a human into the castle and had not drained them immediately.
It was becoming hard for him to keep in control as he sat in his throne room listening to the babblings of the old gypsy woman.
So far she had said nothing that he didn't already know and he was growing impatient.
His servant and head guard Scotland McGregor glanced over at him from the corner of his eye.
He could tell that his Master was growing bored with the gypsy woman and he was counting down the minutes until they could feast.
Holding up a long pale finger, Count Stelian interrupted the woman who looked up at him in surprise.
"My Lord, what do you require?"
She asked shakily making Stelian and Scotland exchange a grim smirk.
"It seems that our time is coming to an end. If you wish to leave here alive I suggest you tell me something that is not obvious or that I already have knowledge of. You have three minutes."
Stelian drawled as his fangs glistened in the dimly lit room.
The woman now shook with fear as she stood over her crystal ball and recited incantation after incantation.
Suddenly, the woman's eyes turned pure white and a bright glow emitted from the ball.
Stelian and Scotland leaned forward as the woman began to recite the future to them.
"Count Stelian, you have been searching for centuries for your mate Elizabetta who died at the hands of the Turks many, many years ago. You have told yourself that she will never return to take her place by your side but I have news for you. Your mate has been reborn and is alive and well waiting in America for you to find her and make her your bride once again."
Stelian's eyes widened and he let out a gasp of surprise when the image of a small pale girl with hair as black as night and the most stunning blue eyes that he had ever seen flashed across the ball.
His eyes began to water as he reached out to touch the girl that he had fallen in love with centuries ago.
But just before his fingers could touch her sweet face, the gypsy grabbed his wrist and ended the trace making him growl with anger.
"How dare you!"
He cried, desperate to see his mate once again.
The woman shook her head and met his fierce gaze head on.
"You are a monster! She will never willingly come to you! You are cursed to walk this world alone forever!"
She screamed seconds before Stelian swiped his claw like finger nails through her throat and ended her existence.
Breathing heavily, he ran to the crystal ball and wished that it would show him his love once more.
Scotland stood stock still as he took in the Count's rare vulnerability.
"I didn't even hear her name…"
The Count growled as Scotland shook off his shock and crossed the room to his friend and Master.
"Your Grace, I'm certain that we can find her. I have a contact in the America's that may be able to aid us in the search for your missing bride. There has to be a way that we can bring her here."
He said with a firm resolve.
Stelian's black eyes momentarily flickered to their long gone human brown as he digested his servant's words.
He had to find her.
Without her he would die if he had to spend eternity alone.
Just as he nodded and started to walk away from the crystal ball, the ball started to glow once again and they were blinded with a bright light.
"Mina…"
A haunted voice whispered before the ball shattered into a million pieces.
Stelian's lips formed the letters as the name slipped easily off of his tongue.
"Mina….Her name is Mina…Find her!"
He cried as Scotland flitted from the room and ordered the guards to aid with search.
Walking quickly out onto the stone balcony that rose high above the cliffs, he squeezed his eyes shut hard for a moment before opening them and finding the bright blood red moon that seemed to beckon him from far away.
"Mina…You will be mine…"
He whispered into the wind, knowing that it would carry it far across the oceans to the girl that would be his forever.