Ena peered slowly around the great wooden doors into the laboratory. Horrifically sizable machines made the huge room look cramped and small. Little masked demons hurried about the room, many simply screeching and running for their pathetic little lives. Sparks came showering from the ceiling, and Ena covered her head, wincing as the hot embers fell onto her hands. Ena pulled herself back into the great stony hall. What was she doing here? Abraham had told her not to come and yet she came. She took a deep breath and fumbled with her cross that dangled around her neck. She could help him, she could do this. She ducked around the doors into the laboratory. She made her way into the depths of the room shying away from the showering sparks, and Dwergi. She looked up and saw Anna on the roof, fighting to release her brother, the werewolf. She scanned the room for Abraham and saw him fighting Dracula. She stared in awe at Dracula, for she had heard many stories of his terrible power. Suddenly, ear-splitting wails sounded above the din of the thunder and lightning. Two of Dracula's brides flew up to attack Anna, to rescue their children's source of life. Ena had seen the sacks and shuddered to think of them alive and well. Ena crouched and crossed her arms across her chest and began chanting. She looked up and caught sight of a large unused steel pipe. She directed her source of energy to lift it. It rose slowly, for Ena's powers were still weak. With all her strength she hurled the pipe at the ghastly brides. The blow caught them both and then fell screaming to the ground. The blows did not much more than anger them even more. They shrieked and flew around the vast room looking for their attacker. Ena rose and began to run, but soon felt a blow of her own catch her in the back. She yelled and went hurling across the room, smashing into the opposite wall. Ena groaned, feeling a rib crack, as she slid to the ground in a heap. The brides laughed wildly and flew to the roof to attack Anna. Abraham hit Dracula once more then fled to help Anna, for he had not seen Ena. Dracula snarled and began to change to fly after him, when he gaze caught Ena. Ena cursed and began running between machinery, clutching her side. She paused behind a large steel vent and gasped for breath. Then very slowly she turned her head and stole a glance behind the vent and saw nothing. She ground her teeth, where was the devil? She turned to run but instead came face to face with Dracula himself. She gasped and bolted from the vent to duck behind a vat of a hissing liquid of a sort. She scanned the room left and right but saw nothing. Ena scowled. He was playing a game with her. A drop of hot, bubbling liquid fell onto her shoulder. She bit her lip and slowly looked up. There stood Dracula, smiling.
"Hello Enadria." Ena stood and began to back away facing him, making sure he didn't disappear again. But on turning to run, he was in front of her again. This time he grabbed her upper arms, ending their chase. She struggled to free herself but this only annoyed the vampire, causing him to grasp her throat. Little by little he began to choke her, until her struggling ceased, and all she could do was glare menacingly. He smiled.
"Do you know who I am, little Ena? Surly you must remember me?" He laughed at her puzzlement.
"Of course you don't, you were just a child, just an infant." His light and airy humor left instantly and his face turned hard.
"You should have been my child, Enadria. You should have been my little girl." Ena gazed into his face, and saw something she never would see on the face of a monster; an inner pain, a sense of loss. But then his face grew stern again.
"But Gabriel had other plans. He thought I was...unfit to be a father." With this his gaze rose to the roof, where Anna and Abraham fought for their lives, and Ena followed it. She frowned; he was looking at Abraham. When she looked into his face again, his eyes were on her, but his face was still angered.
"Gabriel took so much from me, then he had to take you. How ungenerous of him." He threw Ena to the floor. Ena gave a small cry and clutched her rib. Dracula tilted his head to one side.
"What is wrong, my dear?" She edged backward away from the dark devil. She looked to the roof and considered calling for Van.
"I wouldn't cry out for him, my dear. Because then I would have to kill you." He knelt down in front of Ena, grasping her chin gently. Ena swallowed nervously. Dracula smiled again.
"Don't be frightened, my darling. In a few moments, you won't have to fear very much at all." Ena began to shake.
"So you are going to kill me. But, why? I have done nothing." Dracula's smile faded a little and he rose to his feet.
"No, you have not. But you are mine after all. And I must take my vengeance on Gabriel. And from what I have seen, he loves you very much as his...sister." With this, Dracula drew a small glass ball from the depths of his jacket, and tossed it to Ena. When she caught it she nearly dropped it from surprise. The orb was warm, and alive. She looked into its depths and saw her few memories in her life play before her. Abraham playing with her as a child, teaching her how to fight when she was a little older. She saw him laugh with her; she saw the look of concern when she was hurt. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to fight back tears. She yelled and hurled the ball away from her, and heard it shatter a few yards away. When she opened her eyes, she saw a look of pure fury on Dracula's face. He snarled at her and was kneeling in front of her within the blink of an eye. He grasped her hair and pushed her face to one side, exposing her neck.
"That was a very bad thing to do, little girl. It's a good thing you have all eternity to repay me, daughter." And with that Ena felt his fangs puncture her skin. She shrieked, but only for a moment, for Dracula clamped his hand over her mouth.
"Don't scream, my dear. Don't struggle, it hurts more when you struggle." And with that continued to drink from her. Ena shut her eyes and dug her fingernails into Dracula's back, and prayed for help. Abraham, she thought desperately, help me!
Abraham paused in fighting one of the brides and shuddered. He had felt Ena, she was here somewhere in the castle and she was in pain. He looked down into the depths of the room below and saw Dracula crouched over something. He caught a glimpse of dark brown hair, Ena's hair. With a horrifying stab of fear in his heart, Abraham realized Dracula was drinking from her, killing her. He ducked an attack from a bride and jumped down into the laboratory. As he fell he grasped two chains and slid down, his eyes fixed on Dracula.
"DRACULA!" He screamed. The vampire had but a moment to look up before Van Helsing lunged at him, tackling him off Ena. Ena's eyes snapped open and she saw Abraham fiercely fighting Dracula. She groaned and pulled herself to her feet. She placed her hand over the bite, trying to stop the bleeding as she stumbled for the door. The pain from her neck and her side combined was almost unbearable. As she waveringly trudged toward the door, her vision began to swim and she fell to her knees. Just then she felt two strong arms lift her and she opened her eyes. The laboratory floor was receding rapidly and suddenly rain splattered onto her face. She felt the Abraham drag her to the edge of the tower floor and leap. She groaned and wrapped her arms around her brother's neck. She looked up into his face.
"I'm sorry." She whispered, before fading into darkness.
When Ena awoke, she awoke in darkness. She tried to sit up but hissed in pain as her side objected. She lie back down and slowly reached for her neck. A thick bandage was wrapped around the bite. She sat up suddenly trying to ignore the pain. It then struck her that it was light out, for sunlight streamed from cracks in the shutters.
"Lie down, or you will worsen your side." A woman's voice sounded from not to far away in the darkness. Ena squinted into the black, but could see nothing.
"Why is there no light?" As her words were spoken, a light was kindled in an oil lamp. Anna gazed back at her, shadows danced lightly across her features. She looked grim.
"The reason there is no light is because we fear it would kill you. You were bitten, Ena." Ena nodded and reached up for the wound.
"Tell me something I don't know." Anna glared at her.
"You should be dead and for some reason your not. He drank deeply from you." Ena frowned. Anna was right, she should be dead and yet she lived.
"He didn't kill her because he wanted to change her." Anna and Ena whirled to seen Abraham in the corner. When he looked up his face was a mixture of fury and sadness. He began to walk to the bed.
"Why did you follow us Ena? I told you to stay here with Carl. Yet you disobeyed me. Why?" His voice was quiet when he began but now he was almost yelling. Anger built up inside of Ena.
"Because I didn't come here to help Carl search in books! I came to help you defeat Dracula! My gift is useful to you, you know this."
"I wish I had listened to the Father. You don't belong here. And now look what has happened to you. You're a vampire Ena!" Ena inhaled sharply.
"I am no such monster." Abraham turned and strode to the window, flinging open the shutters. Sunlight blazed in with a seeming fury. Ena stayed as she was. The sunlight didn't hurt, it didn't...Ena yelped and threw herself out of the rays of light. Abraham looked at her with pure fury. Ena averted her eyes from his gazed at the floor. Then Anna spoke.
"She only meant to help you, Van Helsing." He shot a look at Anna the rushed forward and hugged Ena. Ena surrendered into his embrace and wept quietly into his shoulder. Abraham stroked her hair and held her tightly. Anna, gazed upon the two, feeling a twinge of jealousy, then she turned and left. Abraham released Ena and framed her face in his hands.
"We can find a cure, Ena. It will be all right. We can make you human again, you will be normal." Ena pulled her face from his hands and shook her head.
"There is no cure. We both know this. And Abraham," Ena looked up and looked him squarely in the eye.
"We were never normal." Abraham looked away.
"Abraham, you fight evil, you are skilled with any weapon you touch. No man could do that. I can move things with my mind and know people's pasts with my touch. I'm a witch, Abraham—" Abraham stood and walked to the window.
"Do you think I don't know this? Our gifts, are gifts from God. Or curses if you will." Ena pulled herself up and went as far as the darkness prohibited.
"Normal people know who they are, Abraham. Normal people have a past. They know who their mother and father are, they know where they were born!"
(((that's all I have, I know it sounds really corny in bits and that will be fixed soon, see you later!)))