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Waking up was a slow procedure. The darkness of unconsciousness was heavy and hard to pull out of. His red eyes opened and he looked around fuzzily. The first thing he saw looked familiar to him, but he just could place a name on it. Icy blue eyes glowered at him and his mind swirled. He panicked for a moment when the voices tried to take advantage of his vulnerability, trying to take control. He grimaced as they rebelled, slamming mercilessly into the sides of his mind when he pushed them down, trying his best to rein them in. The man that had looked familiar to him watched silently. The Count's expression was turning from confused, to pained, to almost scared in the space of a few seconds.
Dracula became aware of an intense throbbing in his chest. He shifted, trying to lessen the pain, and hissed when the movement sent white hot stabbing shards of agony up his torso. He grunted, trying to relax, but found that it was practically impossible. His muscles were tensed from the pain and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't relax them even a tiny fraction.
He blinked tiredly before snapping his eyes open wide in fear as the man finally approached. Recognition sparked in his eyes and he knew who this man was.
Abraham Van Helsing.
The human that had ambushed his home, killed his family, driven a stake through his heart and was now apparently holding him captive. He dimly became aware that he was in his coffin and moved his hand to touch the solid wood of the side, the cool material comforting him slightly.
He jumped when there was a sudden loud bang of something hitting the floor and then something was moved into his line of sight. The coffin lid. They went to put it over the top and he heard the clinking of chains dance through the air. They were going to lock him in.
He longed to struggle, to kill these pitiful humans that thought they could contain him, but the shards of agony running through his nervous system made it practically impossible for him to move.
The coffin lid was moved on top and the chains were wrapped around the coffin, then there was...silence. It was torturing. He could no longer hear the heartbeats of the humans, the blood pumping through their veins.
He shivered as the cold finally became clear to him. Usually, it wouldn't affect him even in the slightest, but because he was extremely low on blood, the icy feeling of the air in the room cut through his thin clothing, making him shake in discomfort.
He clenched his eyes shut as the shivering brought on another strong wave of pain. He whimpered quietly, the pain, confusion and loneliness beginning to take its toll on his emotional state.