Val looked up at the bakery, getting off her bike, "I can't take another day off, El, give me the details". Elena sighed, "You're not going to like it," Val heard a screech and a large bang, followed by a growl. "Back off you undead bitch!" another sigh, "his brides are alive, Val, they're looking for his damn ring, and-" the call cut off. "Elena?!" Val called, "shit," Valcerina jumped back on her bike and sped off for Castle Frankenstein. "Oh, look Marishka, a visitor," Verona chuckled darkly, "Elena?!" Val yelled in the old town square. Screeching made Val turn, she ran for the side pouches but was grabbed by the shoulders, saving her from an attack from Aleera. Val looked up, "Jake?!" the hell beast smiled down, "Jake, I need my cross bow, get me back to my bike!" the blonde vampire nodded. Aleera landed on her bike and threw it at a tree making the metal wrap around the tree. "Shit!" Val cursed, suddenly she was thrown to the ground, looking up she saw Jake get tackled by Verona.

Jake was tackled into a house, "get up child, otherwise they'll drink you dry," an older man, in about his late thirties, had held out his hand. Val took it and ran with him inside, "thank you, what's your name?" the man smiled searching for something as Val looked around. "Gerald Theon, yours?" Val's eyes landed on a silver sword, "Valcerina, hey Gerald, I'm barrowing this". Gerald went to say something but Val was gone, "hey, bride bitches!" two of the brides, Aleera and Marishka, stopped their feeding and pointed their attention to Val. She pulled the sword out of its sheath, "come and get it," Marishka dove right for her first and tackled her at her waist, clawing her ribs, Val screamed in response. Before they got too high, while Marishka saw the ring on the chain and trying to reach for it, Val aimed for her heart through her back and watched as the vampire disintegrated while falling to the ground. Val ended up landing in hay, watching as the two other women flew back to the castle. "Val, are you okay?!" Jake voiced concerned as Gerald ran up next to him. "Dear child, what have you done?" Gerald said as a crowd gathered, looking rather pissed.

"She killed one of the brides of Dracula," Jake stated as if it was simple, the people stayed their distance from the blonde boy. "That's the problem!" the villagers yelled their agreements, Jake and Gerald helped her up as she hissed in pain. "Son of a bitch," Jake said as his eyes changed from their hazel to a stormy grey. "Jake, go find a woodland creature," Jake nodded before he flew off, "come on, I'll fix you up," Gerald carried her to his home.

~Dracula's Castle~

Elena woke up in a dungeon, as she remebered what happened. Marishka broke her phone then attacked her, 'when I get my hands on her, I'll ring her neck!' Elena thought as she heard crying, she listened intently. "Marishka's dead!" Dracula growled and threw something wooden, "a woman killed her, followed by the little vampire boy that was with Elena". 'Jake? Valcerina?' Elena thought as she continued to listen, "the girl had your ring," Verona said lightly, "she looked like him, who killed us so long ago," Dracula exhaled loudly. Dracula then started sniffing at the air, "that smells like...Van Helsing!" he growled coming closer to the dungeon. "Elena," his cold voice reached her ear, she glared in response. "What is her name, your friend?" he smirked at her, "why do you care?" his smirk fell as he appeared at her side. "She killed MY BRIDE!" he roared in her ear as his dark brown eyes were glowing blue. He held her by her neck, fear radiating from her body, while he pressed his claws to her heart, "Va..." he stopped. "What was that, my dear?" he cooed, "Valcerina Van Helsing," Elena said, hating herself.

"Elena," the way he said her name made her look at him, and at that moment she wished she never had. A fog went over her mind, "find this Valcerina, and bring her to me," Elena nodded as she flew out of the windows of the castle and Dracula went to deal with his annoying brides. He passed a picture in his study that he kept covered up, he moved the drape to the side. 'Oh Lizuca, if only I had you,' he thought looking at the painting of the beautiful human woman he once loved, 'if you were here, I would never need anyone else'. When he first came back from death, she gave him her blood, when he needed a place to sleep, she offered a bed. When he needed love, she gave him her heart, but the passion was short lived as her own brother killed her for not obeying the laws of God. He wasn't hollow until then, and even then with the help of the brides, he was empty. Taking one last, good look he covered the painting, hoping he would see her again.

Sorry, I will make the chapters longer...just let me get the story going! :)