Disclaimer: I do not own Van Helsing
Chapter 1
"My first, real, ball!" I said to myself. I was so nervous. I loved my gown that I was wearing; it was a dark, almost black blue with silver trimming. I had on white, satin gloves, and white satin slippers. I had on a silver necklace with teardrop diamonds that sparkled in the candlelight. Since it was a great All Hollow's Eve Ball I wore a silver mask. This wasn't just any old ball, my parents reminded me, and this was some celebration of the return of a great nobleman. My parents did not know whom, but every maiden was invited along with much other nobility. That's why I'm here; my father and mother hope I meet a great nobleman to keep them on the social ladder. But I was looking 17, being only 14. I didn't want to marry so soon, and have children with an old ugly man who was a pig. I shivered at the thought. As I went over all the things my mother told me to remember, the proper way to stand and sit, I longed for someone to ask me for a dance.
All of a sudden the music stopped and the people stopped dancing, when the most beautiful man walked through the great doubled wooden doors. He was a tall man, wearing all black under a cloak. The cloak was gold with red and diamonds and jewels decorated the cloak around him. His long, sleek, black hair was pulled back with a gold clip. His face was framed by two loose pieces of hair. I could not see his face exactly, for it was covered with a gold mask. I just stood there watching as he beckoned the ball to continue and looked over the crowd. I just looked down, hoping he would not notice feeble little me. When someone lifted my chin, shivers running throughout my body. I looked up into dark brown eyes and a wry smile. It was HIM. I was so shocked when he suddenly wrapped his arm around my waist and my hand into his. We started to dance. We gracefully glided across the floor, looking into each other's eyes. It was so hypnotic that I barely noticed when the music stopped and he took me towards his seat. He motioned me to a lower but still elegant chair next to his. I curtsied and he bowed. Before I sat, he gentleman-liked kissed my hand to introduce himself.
"Vladislaus Dragulia," he said with such a strong accent that made me shudder.
"Rosalinda Black," I replied, and when he sat, I did. He looked at me, but I tried to make that I didn't notice and watched the ball. After ten minutes he spoke again,
"You may leave now." I took in a sharp breath. I was shocked, in a state of confusement, I felt so used and tricked. My face turned hot as I stood, I had no choice but to leave. Evening knowing he was of nobility; I was going to speak my mind. When I turned around he slyly spoke,
"Next year, my sweet Rose, we will dance again." I was so confused, but just left the palace. Dracula's POV:
Dracula entered the grand ballroom, and after a few moments, let the ball continue. This would be a special night he thought determined; he would find a new bride. After the death of his past three brides, Verona, Marishka, and Aleera, he killed their slayer. Gabriel Van Helsing, who stupidly did not realize he left Dracula with the ability to resurrect when attempting to murder Dracula again. Dracula had to find another bride, he could not live alone. He did not wish to be alone on cold nights that should be shared with someone he loved, a bride. He needed to share the pleasure of feeding, of being undead. When he reached out his mind he passed by many young girls thoughts. Some where ditzy, he couldn't stand another one of those kind of rides all their whining and crying. He searched for someone beautiful, strong, and someone intelligent. He passed another young girl's mind, she was thinking of common curtsies instead of how she looked and how many handsome men there were. She was polite, courteous, somewhat shy yet bold, she would be obedient, and loyal to his commands, and she would love him. He made his way to her standing on the side. She was looking down; he lifted up her chin to find himself looking into a beautiful face. He could tell that she would be loyal to the one she loves. Obedient, yet different than any other bride he had before. Behind the silver mask she wore, she had dark, brown, yet simply beautiful eyes. Her hair, jet-black, fell around her shoulders and face. She looked magnificent. She took her into his arms to dance. He searched her mind, finding that she was only 14. He would not sire her now, too young, maybe in a few years. He could wait 3 or 4 years, after his age, the time felt like nothing. After their dance, he introduced himself, and she to him. Her name was Rosalinda Black. A rose he thought to himself. When they sat, he studied her. Her rose red lips, he wanted them so much. But he would wait, and then he sent her away, telling her that he would see her again in the next year. Rose's POV: I told my coachman that I felt like walking, and so he followed me a few years away, incase I wanted to walk. I moodily walked down the road, when a boy caught my eye sitting on a rock. He noticed me and sheerly said,
"Shouldn't you be dancing and flirting with all the old handsome nobleman?" I was not going to let him talk to me like that, especially in the mood I was.
"Excuse me, but what are you talking about?! Don't think for one moment that I didn't have 20 men waiting to dance with me! I was just tired and a little hot, so I came out for a walk."
"Sure, I don't do fancy balls either." He laughed smiling. I laughed too. I just couldn't help not to with his cute smile and freckles. "My name is Michelangelo Davanine, but my friends call me Mike."
"Rosalinda Black, Rose." I said smiling. We walked together down the path and laughed along the way. We became inseparable friends.
Chapter 1
"My first, real, ball!" I said to myself. I was so nervous. I loved my gown that I was wearing; it was a dark, almost black blue with silver trimming. I had on white, satin gloves, and white satin slippers. I had on a silver necklace with teardrop diamonds that sparkled in the candlelight. Since it was a great All Hollow's Eve Ball I wore a silver mask. This wasn't just any old ball, my parents reminded me, and this was some celebration of the return of a great nobleman. My parents did not know whom, but every maiden was invited along with much other nobility. That's why I'm here; my father and mother hope I meet a great nobleman to keep them on the social ladder. But I was looking 17, being only 14. I didn't want to marry so soon, and have children with an old ugly man who was a pig. I shivered at the thought. As I went over all the things my mother told me to remember, the proper way to stand and sit, I longed for someone to ask me for a dance.
All of a sudden the music stopped and the people stopped dancing, when the most beautiful man walked through the great doubled wooden doors. He was a tall man, wearing all black under a cloak. The cloak was gold with red and diamonds and jewels decorated the cloak around him. His long, sleek, black hair was pulled back with a gold clip. His face was framed by two loose pieces of hair. I could not see his face exactly, for it was covered with a gold mask. I just stood there watching as he beckoned the ball to continue and looked over the crowd. I just looked down, hoping he would not notice feeble little me. When someone lifted my chin, shivers running throughout my body. I looked up into dark brown eyes and a wry smile. It was HIM. I was so shocked when he suddenly wrapped his arm around my waist and my hand into his. We started to dance. We gracefully glided across the floor, looking into each other's eyes. It was so hypnotic that I barely noticed when the music stopped and he took me towards his seat. He motioned me to a lower but still elegant chair next to his. I curtsied and he bowed. Before I sat, he gentleman-liked kissed my hand to introduce himself.
"Vladislaus Dragulia," he said with such a strong accent that made me shudder.
"Rosalinda Black," I replied, and when he sat, I did. He looked at me, but I tried to make that I didn't notice and watched the ball. After ten minutes he spoke again,
"You may leave now." I took in a sharp breath. I was shocked, in a state of confusement, I felt so used and tricked. My face turned hot as I stood, I had no choice but to leave. Evening knowing he was of nobility; I was going to speak my mind. When I turned around he slyly spoke,
"Next year, my sweet Rose, we will dance again." I was so confused, but just left the palace. Dracula's POV:
Dracula entered the grand ballroom, and after a few moments, let the ball continue. This would be a special night he thought determined; he would find a new bride. After the death of his past three brides, Verona, Marishka, and Aleera, he killed their slayer. Gabriel Van Helsing, who stupidly did not realize he left Dracula with the ability to resurrect when attempting to murder Dracula again. Dracula had to find another bride, he could not live alone. He did not wish to be alone on cold nights that should be shared with someone he loved, a bride. He needed to share the pleasure of feeding, of being undead. When he reached out his mind he passed by many young girls thoughts. Some where ditzy, he couldn't stand another one of those kind of rides all their whining and crying. He searched for someone beautiful, strong, and someone intelligent. He passed another young girl's mind, she was thinking of common curtsies instead of how she looked and how many handsome men there were. She was polite, courteous, somewhat shy yet bold, she would be obedient, and loyal to his commands, and she would love him. He made his way to her standing on the side. She was looking down; he lifted up her chin to find himself looking into a beautiful face. He could tell that she would be loyal to the one she loves. Obedient, yet different than any other bride he had before. Behind the silver mask she wore, she had dark, brown, yet simply beautiful eyes. Her hair, jet-black, fell around her shoulders and face. She looked magnificent. She took her into his arms to dance. He searched her mind, finding that she was only 14. He would not sire her now, too young, maybe in a few years. He could wait 3 or 4 years, after his age, the time felt like nothing. After their dance, he introduced himself, and she to him. Her name was Rosalinda Black. A rose he thought to himself. When they sat, he studied her. Her rose red lips, he wanted them so much. But he would wait, and then he sent her away, telling her that he would see her again in the next year. Rose's POV: I told my coachman that I felt like walking, and so he followed me a few years away, incase I wanted to walk. I moodily walked down the road, when a boy caught my eye sitting on a rock. He noticed me and sheerly said,
"Shouldn't you be dancing and flirting with all the old handsome nobleman?" I was not going to let him talk to me like that, especially in the mood I was.
"Excuse me, but what are you talking about?! Don't think for one moment that I didn't have 20 men waiting to dance with me! I was just tired and a little hot, so I came out for a walk."
"Sure, I don't do fancy balls either." He laughed smiling. I laughed too. I just couldn't help not to with his cute smile and freckles. "My name is Michelangelo Davanine, but my friends call me Mike."
"Rosalinda Black, Rose." I said smiling. We walked together down the path and laughed along the way. We became inseparable friends.
