Dracula awaken from a long slumber. The ice that encased him melted at his command, but as he got up what thin layer of ice was left, shattered. Leaving ice shards on his clothing, this annoyed him but he ignored them. How long he has slept he does not know. All he knows is that he wants to die. Why did his father let him come back? Knowing the love of his life, his princess was dead. Was he angry and want to torture him? Or did he know something Dracula did not? He walked around his castle feeling more empty than usual. He walked by a very large set of doors. He could not bring himself to open them and go into the room that lay behind. He had lost everything in that room. The last of his brides, his children, and more importantly Anna Valerious, his princess. He lost everything to his arch enemy, Van Helsing. He picked up the nearest piece of machinery and threw it at the wall across from him. "Stupid, GABRIEL!" He screamed angrier than he had ever been in his entire life. He couldn't wait until he died, because he was going to hell, his father would make sure of that! Then he can make a little visit to hell and do things to him that even his father, Satan, thought was inhumane. He would torture him if it was the last thing he did. He decided to face his fear and go into…. The place. He snapped his fingers and the gigantic set of doors flew open. He closed his eyes, fearing that when he opened his eyes he would find he would see her, his Anna, in the same dreadfully stiff pose he found her in when he returned, hours after she had died. He hesitantly opened his eyes, looking at the seat she was crushed to death by the werewolf, Van Helsing. She wasn't there. Gabriel probably took her to be cremated to destroy the evidence, but sending her to hell. Little did he know, he was wrong, very wrong.
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The werewolf ran for her life through the snow covered woods upon the grounds of Castle Dracula. She couldn't believe what she saw, only a few days ago…. Dracula. He's alive! She always knew he would come back but not so soon! She tried to speed up but her injures were far too great. She knew soon the curse would consume her and she would have to do that monster's bidding. She would rather die, than to submit to his evil, but she felt as the minutes ticked by, she felt herself losing control, and it scared the hell out her!
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Dracula was growing tired of Castle Dracula. He went outside, even though a blizzard was forming. He welcomed the cold, it calm and soothed him. He sauntered over to the portal, only to find that it was shattered into a million shards. Van Helsing work no doubt. This made him even angrier. To calm himself, he shifted, and sped towards to his forest. He used to raise werewolves there but then they all died for some reason or another. Now it is a space he can roam around to calm himself down. As he was walking he came upon werewolf hair. How can that be? All his werewolves died months ago…. But this hair is fresh. He saw more. He fallowed the trial until he found a sleeping werewolf. It is the most beautiful werewolf he had ever seen. It silken raven colored haired tumbled down. She opened her eyes. What beautiful eyes she has, they are a familiar chocolate color. Where has he seen those eyes before? As he looks into those eyes, he feels a sort of connection between him and the werewolf. The connection felt almost as strong as his love for Anna. Then Dracula realized that he had her under his spell and released her at once. Bad idea. She turned those beautiful eyes into weapons as she glared at him, so murderously, that it felt as though she was stabbing his cold, undead heart. She stood up. Standing up she was slightly shorter than him. She started growling, snarling, and crouched down ready for the kill. He was going to let her bite him. So he can get the death he oh, so welcomed. Before she could bite him, she started to change back.
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Strange. She thought. Why isn't he fighting back? Right as she was about to plunge her teeth though his neck, she felt inconceivable pain. She threw her head back in suffering and agony. Her skin burned and itched, until she couldn't take it anymore, and she started to tear it off, revealing her normal human self. So this is what it feels like to change back. She thought. Well it hurts like hell! Then her knee buckled and she collapsed in front of him.
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Dracula couldn't believe his eyes, Anna; his Anna was in front of him, unconscious. He could tell that she was cold, so he took off his cape, and wrapped it around her, lovingly. Then he gently picked her up and materialized into his room. He walked over to his rarely used bed (since he thinks his coffin is much more comfortable), and kissed her forehead. Wasting no time, he found the werewolf antidote, and emptied it into her shoulder. Anna was unconscious, but not asleep, so he took out his old violin, blew the dust off of it, and began to play. The song is a sweet and soft melody from his childhood. When she finally fell asleep, he walked over to her. He leaned down. "Goodnight…. My love." He softly whispered into her ear, not want to disturb her. He looked down at her, marveling at her beauty. Then he walked up one of the many columns in his room, to the ceiling, where he watched her sleep.