Mystical Sides

A/N: Hey everybody! I am back again, and with a new chapter! (; I don't have much to say, so just enjoy the chapter and please review! Pwease? -puppy eyes-

Disclaimer: Nope, I own nothing, not even Evil Gabriel and Good Dracula -shrug- Well... I own the new names and characters though.

Chapter Three – Taunting, Laughing

Darkness, complete darkness... Shadows spread into more shadows, a birth of blackness everywhere before her... Her eyes widened in terror, trapped in a place where there was no exit or entrance. She screamed, and continued to run into nowhere,brushing into a nothing, with only a ink black floor for company. She couldn't see her hands, which brushed through the dark for her to touch. This horrified her even more, and tears of frustration and fright poured out of her, spilling down her invisible cheeks. She blinked hysterically, trying not to let her fear be shown. She was here in this darkened place because of Van Helsing, that monstrous man.

Although she attempted to stop her tears from flowing, it was no use, and it ran down her blackening cheeks. She gave out a sob that came out as a choked gasp. There was something in the air that was making her despair, making her act like this. She was not like this, she was not! She was strong and brave, always standing her ground... The thought was diminishing in her head even as she thought it. She felt herself dropping to her knees, her invisible hands vanishing, blending with the consuming darkness that ate her fear and sadness, her fury and her bravery, all the things that made her who she was. Translucent tears continued to run down her face as she felt herself being eaten away... Crippled, and suddenly tired, she shut her eyes, and found she wasn't able to wake as herself for a very long time... Darya Valerious had cracked, broken inside the cell of her own mind...


The rising sun was welcoming as Dracula woke up, rubbing his eyes quickly. His head shot up and he grumbled as he felt a ache in his neck. He got up a bit unsteadily to his feet and sighed. He had fallen asleep sitting on a old wooden chair, and because of it, his head didn't turn as properly as it should. Rubbing his neck this time, he stiffled a yawn and looked at the ground.

His crossbow and Carl's bag was still on the ground, leaning on each other so both objects didn't fall off by itself. He smiled a little, and then looked out the window. He sighed in relief to see the sun, burning orange-red in the dark, gray sky of Vaseria.

"I see you're awake," spoke a familiar voice and he turned, wincing a bit as his neck twisted. His gaze met Anna Valerious, who was dressed now in dark riding clothes, her hair now pulled up into one big ponytail. The curls of her hair fell, and a few strands trailed near her eyes, making her look more beautiful then before. She gave him a half smile and she patted her sword as if reassuring herself that it was there. Which technically, was probably exactly what she was doing.

Dracula nodded, returning the half-smile with a similar half-grin before looking out the window again. Anna sighed softly as she continued to talk. "Are you still going to stay here?"

"We don't have a choice. It's my job to be protecting you, Princess," Dracula spoke, a look of annoyance crossing his face. Why wouldn't the Last of the Valerious just let him do his job?

Anna nodded slightly, and biting her lips at seeing the look on Dracula's face. "What is your name? Or should I continue to call you 'stranger' every time I try to say your name?"

Dracula snorted quietly and laughed. "You can call me Dracula, or Vladislaus, depending on your mood. Usually I am called Dracula."

This got Anna's attention, and her eyebrows rose high. "I've heard of you... So… you are the legendary Dracula... Interesting... And why, Dracula, are you here to help me, a mere hunter here to kill a certain roaming bastard by the name of Gabriel Van Helsing? Hmmm…?"

Dracula frowned, hearing the sarcasm in her tone. Anna pursued her lips, but a smile twitched in the edges as she glanced towards the sleeping form of Carl, who snored softly on the bed. "You should wake your friend, Vladislaus. We are going to go to the Manor."

Dracula nodded and strode towards Carl, attempting to patt wake him by patting him on the shoulder. It didn't seem to work, so he tried again by yelling loud and hard in Carl's sleepy year. He jumped up on the bed like a rabbit jumping for its life on the field. He blinked in confusion before he glanced towards the grinning Dracula.

"You scared me Dracula, what did you do that for!" Carl exclaimed, an irritated look on his face as he got out of the bed. Dracula rolled his eyes and pointed to Anna, who was chuckling softly. Carl's expression of irritation softened and eventually disappeared as he remembered the recent events that had happened. "Oh," was the only thing he spoke as he sighed as well.

"Yes, oh. We have to go up to the Valerious Manor, Carl. I would probably need your help with the books and such," Dracula spoke sharply as he walked towards his crossbow and slung it over his shoulder. Carl said something annoying under his breath but he got up as well. Patting his dark brown robe and brushing the small dust that fell on his shoulders, he looked up to the window and saw that it was turning morning. A smile somehow crept up his lips at the sight of it.


"Now, Ajalia, you know already how to scare the villagers, no? I have taught you with all the knowledge I have, and I mean for you to use it. As your mother, I am telling you to do so. You will then have no trouble getting what you want, my love. Follow me always whenever I move, and along the way you shall learn even more. Do not let anything scare you, for you are stronger then any of those weak mortals. Careful with the Valerious, though," Valiya explained as she brushed off any dust and such on Ajalia's pretty dress. Ajalia nodded obediently with a sweet little smile and a twinkle of excitement in her eyes. She hugged her teddy bear tightly. Valiya smiled towards her 'daughter' with a fanged smile. "Good girl."

Sephara, meanwhile, was truly disgusted. She rolled her eyes and continued to sit crosslegged on top of the roof of her Master's icy fortress. Although the sharp, harsh weather cut at her, she felt no pain nor cold from them both. All she felt was jealousy and annoyance towards her so-called 'sisters'. They were just a part of her Master's pitiful servants, with the same ranks as her.

She glared towards Ajalia's back and bared her fangs slightly at the innocent little vampire child. Sephara hated it when she was the centre of attention around her Master. After all, she should be the one to be the star, not the whining brat that kept pushing her way to her 'father' as Ajalia called him.

She growled as she also thought of Valiya. Cold, burning jealousy ran through her veins and fueled her as she glared at Valiya. Sephara hated her, hated her. Valiya was also a thorn stabbing into her back, and she disliked it. The woman only cared for her daughter, now that she had one. Why did Valiya get to have a child and not her? Her children was cold and dead, strung up on the ceilings of her Master's fortress. It was truly unfair for her. But yet, she was sort of relieved that her child was not some annoying brat like Ajalia. Her child would be supreme and well-behaved, of course having her own powers to kill.

Sephara's glare softened and a thoughtful look appeared on her face as she put a finger on her lips. Would it be that hard to kill of Valiya, and make it look like an accident at the same time? Then with her gone, surely the young vampire brat will die as well, without a mother for her to be guided. Then, then… she shall have her Master all to herself. Forever by her side. The sound of it made her smile wide evilly. Yes... perhaps she will attempt it. This pleased her evermore through the entire day.


Count Gabriel Van Helsing, on the other hand, was extremely furious that he couldn't hear either of his bride's devious thoughts nor think about the strangers the brides had mentioned to him. All he could think of was how to make his plan work. So far he had tried to fry humans into his life-giving machine and have not succeded in letting his children suvive. This saddened him very much, although anger was more of what he tasted now. He clicked his tongue in thought, licking his dry lips. Clearly Dr. Frankenstein knew what he was doing with the electrical machine. Van Helsing snarled loudly but he brushed this whole idea aside and let his thoughts rest for a second.

He walked up the ceiling, and let gravity take him again as he spread his wings, turning into a monstrous demon looking vampyre, flying through the huge fortress and into a specific room where one familiar woman floated in a translucent bubble in the centre of the room. The figure inside this bubble was asleep, and her eyes were closed. A deep frown was etched on her lips as her hair swished softly in the bubble, as if her hair was in some sort of water. Which it was, in a way. And yet she was unharmed by the liquid that embraced her. A trail of bubble rose from her nose, and floated up towards the surface. But instead it came out as a burning trail of smoke.

Van Helsing chuckled as he turned back into his former appearance. The Valerious was asleep and in a trance where her the real world was nowhere as horrible as her own. He walked up to the floating bubble and at Darya's face. He looked at her coldly, even though he was smiling.

"Now what are you dreaming of, my dear Valerious?" Gabriel Van Helsing hissed and plunged his hand into the bubble. Flesh burned instantly and he gave out a pained snarl, but he ignored it. His eyes narrowed as he touched her forehead. Then an wide evil grin spread on his face as he saw what she saw and felt what she saw. Good. She is ready...

He withdrew his hand from the bubble and the bubble immediately responded. A watery hand-looking claw lunged out to grab his burning hand, which had slowly decayed in the bubble. Van Helsing immediately dodged out of its way, and this time the claw didn't come after him. It went back to where it had first been born and covered the opening that knitted itself back.

Van Helsing smirked slightly and looked to see if his hand was healing. It was as the skin turned back to its original color, and the once decaying hand being replaced, as if it was never there. He walked up again to the bubble and letting his other hand slide inches from touching the liquid, he hissed...

"Exsisto prognatus the servus ad mihi, Darya Valerious. Vestra affectus moris nonnisi perago vos. Vos moris exsisto a res illa sto tantum ad meus impero. Disobey atque vos moris exsisto punitor ultra vestra opere imagination... (Be born the servant to me, Darya Valerious. Your emotions shall not disturb you. You will be a being that stands only to obey my commands. Disobey and you shall be punished beyond your very imagination...)."

Van Helsing, after saying this, let the bubble evaporate and break. It did as he commanded, splashing onto the ground, making Darya's body fall. Van Helsing catched her sleeping form with supernatural speed and grinning, he set her on the ground. He will have his brides tend with her after they come back with the blood of Anna Valerious's stained on their lips. His eyes shined with an evil glow of dark green, tinted with a crimson red.

With this, Darya Valerious was turned into a tool of the Count's grip.

A/N: Ok finishing there! I'll update soon:P I hope you enjoyed! You got to see a little of Darya in this chapter, Anna's twin sister! (: And now you'll be able to see Velkan! -squeeeee!- Please review and I shall update faster! xDDDD