Mystical Sides

A/N: Ok so I had this idea if Gabriel had been the evil one. Like Dracula, except, Dracula's Gabriel in this fanfiction, lol. Anyways, I'm only doing this for fun so if it doesn't go too good, well, I dunno if I'm gonna continue it. But still it's an interesting way to see it from that way. The plot is also changed as well, first and last names, and the brides are different as well. Anwyays, if you like it, please review. If not, well, I suppose I'll have to think about it.

Disclaimer: Nope, I own nothing, not even Evil Gabriel and Good Dracula -shrug- Well... I own the new names and characters though.

Chapter One - Falling Gloom

A dark form sat on the top edge of the Vatican, with a sullen look on his face. The form moved and edged more foward, looking below to see the long drop. He sighed, thinking of the sins he had caused, the people who had once been monsters. He could still remember the last he had killed, the last horrified look on his victim's face.

Dracula, hidden from any eyes, wrapped the black cloak around him to hide himself even more into the darkness, his head hung low in pain. He then got up, looking back down at the long depth again and stopped. It would also be a sin to kill himself. But for all the sins he did, he may have deserved it.

"Dracula!" shouted a voice and he turned around to see Carl running towards him. Dracula turned with grim expression on his face. Only the cape whipped around, hising his face for a quick fraction of a second. Carl was gasping, looking desperate. His usual Friar's outfit billowed in the wind.

"Don't!" Carl cried as he came closer towards Dracula. Dracula only stared back at Carl, with a hollow look in his eyes. "Why shouldn't I just burn in hell, Carl? I deserve it."

"No you don't! You have vanquished evil! The only way to release the victims from evil was to kill them. You had no other choice Dracula. Don't kill yourself..." Carl responded back with a shake of his head. Dracula still stared back and then glanced down. It was a long way down. If he was ever to die, he would have been happier dead beside a monster he had killed rather then killing himself with guilt.

Dracula turned around, and then stepped way from the edge. He could hear a sigh of relief escape Carl's lips and he smiled. Carl, though he didn't usually care about him, was still Dracula's friend, his only friend. Someone at least cared about him.

"I won't jump. And you are right, Carl. Though it is still my fault that these people died, the monsters in them have also died as well."

Carl nodded and then smiled. "Come on, let's go in."

"Did the Cardinal speak of another mission?" Dracula asked and Carl nodded. Dracula gave out a groan in response. Carl gave him a sympathetic look. "This is what happens when you are the Left Hand of God."


Count Gabriella Van Helsing lay inside his coffin with closed eyes. His icy heart felt even colder in the ice coffin. Then his eyes snapped open and then his undead hand went through the thin glass that became a shield from sunlight. The count slowly got up with a curled grin on his lips, his eyes glowing with an eerie dark hazel color. He could feel a ripple that signaled the wakening of one of his brides, Sephara.

"Come," Gabriel spoke with a short command and he saw Sephara hanging upside down on the wall above with a fanged smile. Her eyes glowed with striking blue as she fell down with a quick movement. She wore a deep blue dress, with a dark blue crystal necklace as blue as the deep ocean. She had beautiful, blonde curls that fell down both her shoulders, though it was swept back to show her pearly white neck. She gave out a delighful hiss and she started to kiss Gabriel's neck softly, whispering the word, "Master," in every breath. Gabriel also kissed her blonde hair gently as his eerie eyes looked sharply for his two other brides, Valiya and Ajalia.

"My love, Sephara, is your sister and the dear child still sleeping?" spoke after Gabriel kissed Sephara's flawless cheek. Sephara's lips seemed to crawl up towards Gabriel's lips and she released her lips from his lips with a disappointed look. So, her master cared for her sisters... If only they could just die, then she will have the undivided attention from her master.

"No master, they still sleep," she spoke bitterly, biting her lips, tasting her own cold blood on her lips. Gabriel noticed and lured Sephara closer to him. Sephara's eyes brightened and she invited the hand willingly. Gabriel licked the blood on Sephara's lips and gave her a striking smile, which many would have said looked cruel and cold as his hollow heart.

"Wake them, love. Visit the town. I sense there is new visitors in Vaseria. The princess will be distracted. Kill her, we cannot let our plans be foiled," Gabriel spoke and his cruel smile grew wider, eyes glowing viciously. Sephara nodded and then she flew up into the air to go to her sisters' coffins.

With a swift swoop, Sephara landed beside her two sisters' coffins and mentally spoke to them in her head. She could see through the thin glass of the coffins that Valiya was stirring. Valiya gave out a groan and then woke, opening her eyes slowly. Her brown pupil eyes looked straight through the thin glass at Sephara. Valiya went through the icy thin glass and jumped out, her black dress and her dark, straight hair rose and fell out, landing softly on her shoulder as if it had already been styled that way to float down. Sephara stared back at her sister with a grim expression printed on her face. She dearly wanted Valiya dead. Valiya was like they're caring mother, and the annoying mother at that.

Valiya's wild brown eyes looked back at Sephara and she grinned, fangs growing long. "Master requests for us to kill the Valerious?" Sephara nodded.

"Of course. Ajalia!" Valiya shouted and the two brides could see their last sister awakening. Ajalia opened her eyes sleepily and gave a out a yawn lazily. Then she blinked and looked back at Valiya and Sephara with a sweet looking grin. She was in the form of a small child, with blonde curls similar to Sephara, except tied up in two so two ponytails hung down from either her head. The little vampire child wore also a little luxurious green dress and a small green crystal necklace. She also held a small furry bear in her little hands.

"Mommy!" Ajalia squealed loudly and she swooped forwards to Valiya. Sephara looked grimly at the two. Valiya and Ajalia both looked like mother and daughter while Sephara was left alone as Ajalia's Aunt.

"Come, we must go. We should not upset our master," Valiya spoke and Sephara and Ajalia nodded and they all turned into their devilish forms, before bursting out of the windows towards Vaseria.


The night was dark in Vaseria and all the windows and doors were shut. There was candlelight in the houses inside but none of the villagers dared went out. These were the times when the brides or the Nosferatu himself come out to feed. Unfortunately for Dracula and Carl, they had come at Vaseria in the dead of night, both of them riding one strong brown horse which kept snorting in various occasions when Carl's robes struck at the horses's nose.

"Cheery place this is," Carl spoke dully as he hopped off the horse. Dracula also got off the horse, his cloak whipping on the breeze. The moon was shining above but still it was a waxing moon and it showered light down at the gloomy looking town.

"Mmm," Dracula nodded at Carl's comment and then led the horse further into the town. Many lights glowed inside the houses but and if any noticed these two visitors, the disregarded them with either frowns, raised eyebrows or glares from inside the houses.

"Where are we staying, Dracula?" Carl spoke, looking uneasily at the empty town grounds, following Dracula as close as possible. "I suppose we can ask for a place to stay in the house this Anna Valerious is living in."

"Who are you, stranger?" shouted a voice and the duo looked back to see a woman, the one called Anna Valerious, walking towards them. She held a long, glinting sword in hand which Carl stared at with uneasiness. She also wore a tight and bright looking corset and long dark brown curls of hair fell on both her shoulders.

"My name is Dracula and this is my companion, Carl. We're here to help you," Dracula spoke but Anna gave out a snort, thought silent it was. "I don't need any help."

Dracula raised an eyebrow as he walked closer Anna. Anna looked back at Dracula with striking eyes,

"We are here to help you, rather you like it or not."

"Fine. If you are here to help me, you need to get yourself out of the dark, gentleman. The vampires will be very active in these times."

Dracula smiled as Anna sheathed her sword. Carl gave out a sigh of relief as Dracula followed Anna's back, leading the horse and Carl with him.

"Come, the horse may stay here." Anna spoke and pointed the the small looking shed. Dracula nodded and leaded the horse there, Carl following him. They were coming back when they heard a loud screech from above and the movement of white things up in the air. Immediately Anna shouted for them and Dracula and Carl ran towards Anna.

"Get in!" yelled Anna and pointed the open door and the two nodded and went in, Anna following them. Just when Anna closed the door to the house there was a huge bang from the door and a small, but very scary, vampire child scratching at the glass of the wooden house. The creature shrieked from outside and kept clawing at the house, leaving strong claw marks on the house.

Dracula and Carl stared at the vampire child with a suprised look on their faces as Anna wore a face of disgust. Then there was a rattle in the house of a strong gust of wind and a woman was tugging the vampire child away from the house. The child shrieked but then calmed in her arms. Then the figures disappeared with a fast motion of wind, shrieks of frustration in their leaving trail.

"That is a vampire?" Carl squeaked, still eyeing the window and Anna nodded.

"You gentleman are lucky. They would have drained your blood at sight. These brides are blood thirsty, especially the child. She was stolen from a mortal mother by Nosferatu himself. She was blooded and she is now called Nosferatu's devil child."

Dracula nodded distastefully. The son of the devil, stealing a mortal child for his servant. It only made his mission worth it.

A/N: Ok I'm gonna finish it there, lol. I hope you liked it and please review if you did!