Disclaimer - Don't own Van Helsing.
Obsession
She wore the darkness of Verona, grace and elegance as was noble right. Torrents of night-black hair with the curls he so coveted.
She held the passion of Aleera, defiance and royal strength. Eyes the color of rich Spanish chocolate with the warmth of sun.
She seized the spirit of Marishka, youth and clever wit in gypsy blood. Smiles that beguiled, but were rare as treasure.
The hardened suppression of dreamer robbed of childhood. The tragedy of feminine curves made second to lithe skill of warrior. The yearning of tender softness hidden behind cold ferocity. The dream of tasting forbidden lusts, fallen to the code of duty.
Anna Valerious kept within her all of these. An untamed beauty, with tooth and claw of lioness, but supple length of gazelle. Too often he watched her place duty before all else. Trapped in the bonds of family. Never to be simply woman.
Even as he murdered those she loved, Dracula watched young Anna. She would, one day, surrender to those stirrings of desire. Would awaken in a bed of silk, bent to the seductions of his power. Turn from that duty which suffocated so precious a life.
And on that day, Anna Valerious would be his. Forever.