A Fight Renewed
Disclaimer: I do not own any of Bram Stoker's characters or any plot lines, stories, etc,. of Steven Sommers (the nice man that directed and wrote Van Helsing for our viewing pleasure!) I just own the independent characters' names, but not what they have to do in the fic. Screw it, way too complicated. I don't own anything except for the crap that I make up! So don't steal and don't sue and everybody's happy!! Thank you!!
Ch.1
The torches burned brightly all around in the room, it was all empty except for the stone table that lay in the middle. The whole place was made of the same material as the table, making it simplistic and seemingly devoid of life.
"How did I get here?" he wondered aloud as he looked around.
"Me," came a voice from behind him.
He turned around quickly to see the horrifyingly familiar face staring right back at him. The same icy blue eyes, the same pale face and complexion, the same long black hair held back, and the same laugh he feared rang through the entire room as he realized who he was.
"Hello Gabriel," Dracula spoke with a mischievous glint in his eye.
Van Helsing said nothing, for he was paralyzed with terror.
"Your heart," the vampire spoke as he put his hand over Gabriel's chest in realization, "It beats so very fast…"
Van Helsing was petrified.
Dracula walked forward, all the while, pushing his prey back into the stone table until he hit the edge. Then, he bent him back to lay on the flat surface, only then did Van Helsing struggle against him.
The vampire grabbed his quarry's throat and squeezed, threatening to end his life.
"Now, now Gabriel," Dracula said as he pushed himself against his prey and pulled his neck taut, "It'll only hurt for a moment."
He sank his fangs in.
Gabriel woke with a start, shaking his bed with the sudden movements, the dream had terrified him. It had been recurring for the past week and a half, each time, filling Van Helsing's heart with fear.
He didn't know why he kept dreaming of Dracula, he was long since dead, and the final blow being dealt by Gabriel's own hand did not weigh heavy on his conscience; so why the sudden dreams?
He got out of his bed and looked out at the city which he lived in, be bathed in the night. Funny, how everything except the night and day seemed to change around him. The year was now 2004, the place, New York City. Gabriel had long since moved away from Europe in search of new opportunities in the new world called America, and had stayed there ever since.
Now he lived in the one place known for its' demons, most of them human, and now he was plagued by horrifying dreams spawned from bad memories. Why?
Unable to sleep, Gabriel got dressed in a pair of black jeans, a dark blue v-neck t-shirt, and a blue leather short jacket. He tied his hair back with a small black string, leaving a few errant strands hanging away from the rest, and retrieved his keys to his apartment and motorcycle. He had to get some air.
Kinda short, but I'm gonna start out some more really good ones that you can sink your fangs into! (hehe) anywho, please review so I know I'm writing for some people!