AN: Hawthorn is old folklore remedy against the vampires
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Lucy had wrapped herself protectively around the monster´s body, her white lacy dress shimmering against the blackness. Jonathan started to rise her from the coffin.
Lucy´s eyes were opened like the blood-red sea. She started to kick, writhe and scream. "No! No!"
There was not much time, the Count would be awake in the moment. Van Helsing thrusted the stake through Dracula´s heart with all of his strength, all of his hate, all of his sorrow. Lucy´s shriek echoed in his ears. "Nooo!"
Dracula roared and his eyes flew open. Hawthorn stake burned him, and for a moment his and Van Helsing´s eyes locked - full of mutual hate.
"For my poor, innocent Mina, you monster," Van Helsing said.
They were the last words Dracula ever heard, before his body started to crumble down.
Lucy fell to the floor, tears running over her rosy cheeks.