Chapter One- And in the Darkness Lurks....
Grace Davine glanced up at the sky, her nose wrinkling and eyes squinting slightly as she noticed the storm grey clouds rolling in. She sighed in annoyance at the thought of rain on her short way home, but shrugged continuing her lazy walk down the stone steps that led from her university. She slid her hands in the pockets of her comfortably baggy pants as she reached an alleyway. To some, this might resemble a dark formidable corridor, or a place of fear. But Grace never seemed to mind its somewhat dark appearance as she walked carelessly down the narrow stone path. The only sounds heard were the soft jingle of key chains in rhythm with her pace, and the whistle of the wind every now and then.
Before she reached the end of the alleyway, she saw a figure out of the corner of her eye. She turned casually, her hands still in her pockets, to look at this intruder. There, a rather tall man stood, with raven hair as her own and all black clothing, which she noticed seemed quite old in style. His piercing blue eyes locked with her storm grey, completing his sinister appearance and Grace chose this time to speak, "Are you.....lost?" she asked raising her eyebrows slightly. She waited for the man's response, taking notice of his pale lifeless complexion.
The man, who appeared to be in his mid twenties, displayed a charming smile, in which Grace thought she saw a flicker of malice, before answering, "Of course not my dear." Grace could hear a soft accent playing about his words, but couldn't quite place it. A feeling of uneasiness swept over her, an emotion that was uncommonly felt by one Grace Davine.
"Well, if you aren't lost then....." Grace said, a nervous chuckle escaping her lips. She turned to leave the alleyway, taking a few quick paces before looking over her shoulder for the man. Grace furrowed her brow in confusion as she saw nothing but squalid trash bins and a grungy brick wall where the man had once stood. As the turned back around, her heart fluttered madly in her chest and she took a quick intake of air. The same man now stood before her, a wicked smile playing about his pale thin lips.
AN- So....how did you like it? It's just an idea...and god knows Dracula will be in it......I'd love to hear some feedback....and if you review I will so give you a cookie....a reward cookie! See? Now you must review.....
Oh and I own nothing like Dracula or anything that has to do with Van Helsing....don't due me....I'm innocent.
Grace Davine glanced up at the sky, her nose wrinkling and eyes squinting slightly as she noticed the storm grey clouds rolling in. She sighed in annoyance at the thought of rain on her short way home, but shrugged continuing her lazy walk down the stone steps that led from her university. She slid her hands in the pockets of her comfortably baggy pants as she reached an alleyway. To some, this might resemble a dark formidable corridor, or a place of fear. But Grace never seemed to mind its somewhat dark appearance as she walked carelessly down the narrow stone path. The only sounds heard were the soft jingle of key chains in rhythm with her pace, and the whistle of the wind every now and then.
Before she reached the end of the alleyway, she saw a figure out of the corner of her eye. She turned casually, her hands still in her pockets, to look at this intruder. There, a rather tall man stood, with raven hair as her own and all black clothing, which she noticed seemed quite old in style. His piercing blue eyes locked with her storm grey, completing his sinister appearance and Grace chose this time to speak, "Are you.....lost?" she asked raising her eyebrows slightly. She waited for the man's response, taking notice of his pale lifeless complexion.
The man, who appeared to be in his mid twenties, displayed a charming smile, in which Grace thought she saw a flicker of malice, before answering, "Of course not my dear." Grace could hear a soft accent playing about his words, but couldn't quite place it. A feeling of uneasiness swept over her, an emotion that was uncommonly felt by one Grace Davine.
"Well, if you aren't lost then....." Grace said, a nervous chuckle escaping her lips. She turned to leave the alleyway, taking a few quick paces before looking over her shoulder for the man. Grace furrowed her brow in confusion as she saw nothing but squalid trash bins and a grungy brick wall where the man had once stood. As the turned back around, her heart fluttered madly in her chest and she took a quick intake of air. The same man now stood before her, a wicked smile playing about his pale thin lips.
AN- So....how did you like it? It's just an idea...and god knows Dracula will be in it......I'd love to hear some feedback....and if you review I will so give you a cookie....a reward cookie! See? Now you must review.....
Oh and I own nothing like Dracula or anything that has to do with Van Helsing....don't due me....I'm innocent.