/ JESUS. This took a thousand years to upload thanks to and their total bullshittery all day today. GET IT TOGETHER. I have been really feeling this story lately, I know a good few of you guys follow more than one of my stories so you know I have two significantly larger fanfictions but I am currently drafting two very huge chapters for both of them so this has been a delightful little palette cleanser in between. I also just love OC's that are as nasty as this lovely lady. Enjoy!

She would be putting an end to this fuckery immediately. These women had no idea who they were dealing with. When it came to her husband she was borderline demonic. One of them had been killed by a new stranger in the town… This made her happy but also disappointed, that one would get away with having her husband. She would be unable to inflict the psychological warfare on her that she had planned for the other two. It was a bonus that they would be grieving their fallen sister, they would be looking to Vlad for comfort, comfort he would not be giving them should he value his life. She sent him downstairs to them. She would make her entrance in due time. She wanted to enjoy this, savour it. There would be no rushing.

Igor limped his way into the room bringing some more of her personal affects up from the laboratory. "Igor is most pleased to have you back, mistress. The master is most pleased." He said in his gritty worn voice. "Why thank you Igor I am happy to be back amongst the living dead. Please, do tell me… How long has the master had the brides?" She quizzed sitting on the window ledge so she would be closer to the shrivelled up hench mens eye level. For a moment he looked unwilling to say, but she had also been his mistress in life. He obeyed them both with equal measure. "Mistress had been slain many years when the master stumbled upon Verona, the first bride. She attended one of the master's masquerade balls, he turned her that very night. Next came Marishka… Verona brought her to the master upon his request, today she was slain in the town by a stranger dressed all in black. The youngest, Aleera… The master turned because her hair reminded him of the mistress." He said a crooked hand motioning to her. She could feel her temper rising at these details, she knew he had been vulnerable. One thing she knew about her husband was that he always needed company. He had never truly been alone in his entire life. "Thank you, Igor you have been most helpful." She said as she ghosted past one of her most loyal servants.

She could once more move with the grace and elegance she had been lacking hours before, she was ready now to put these women in their place. She silently made her way down the stairs halting before the last step "we lost Marishka!" One bellowed, she could hear their pathetic weeping bouncing off the walls of her home… She could feel venom in her mouth at the mere thought of these awful females in her home.

"She died well, there was no need for Marishka to remain with us anymore. It is for the best she left. One less bride to get caught in the cross fire." Vlad said in a dismissive tone that made those awful women screech in shock and sadness. "My lord, have you no heart!" One of them bellowed. She smirked vindictively, this was her moment.

"Yes, he does, and it belongs to me." She said with confidence as she slowly emerged from the shadows. The tired and almost bored look her husband had been wearing on his face moments before had turned into a look of sheer delight at seeing her back to her true self.

"You got another bride already!" The younger one exclaimed. Elizabeta looked them up and down with distaste, they were beautiful women but she knew they still paled in comparison to her.

"I did not get another bride. I will never require a bride again. Why do I need brides when I have my wife?" He said an arm wrapping around her slender waist. The elder bride clued immediately who she was. "You died. I saw your body in the crypts." She said the horror of this moment sinking in. She could feel Vlad tense beside her at these words, no doubt he had made her resting place off limits to these women and they had not respected his wishes. Of course not, creatures like these women were always horrible selfish little things. Like needy overgrown children they required attention 24 hours a day. Well not anymore. She stepped away from her husband's tight grip and sauntered towards them both. They looked like they wanted to rip her to shreds. Good.

"Ladies there will be changes around here. I am aware you have kept my husband company in my absence but I am back now and let us not fool ourselves. You were merely being used as cheap imitations of myself." She said with a grin. Oh, they did not like that. They did not like that for one moment.

"The master loves us how dare you!" The younger one exclaimed, fiery little thing… Shame she would have to kill her that one had the potential to be ruthless.

"What she says is true. There is room in my heart for one woman and that is the woman that stands before you. Now we are reunited you will take on a new role in the castle, assisting Igor in the protection of the lands surrounding Castle Dracula." He said with a smile. She was enjoying this greatly, the betrayal these females felt was everything she wanted and more. They would pay for having his affections all these years.

"We are BRIDES how can you ask us to lower ourselves to such a level!" The older one… Verona? Said. She had not bothered to even really remember their names. Why should she they were not important, they were going to be the hired help in her castle nothing more.

"Oh, sweetheart we are not asking you to do anything. We are telling you. You were made to serve my husband and serve him you shall. Your purpose in this life was to make his easier and so you will. If you know who I am then I assume you know what I am capable of… Do you honestly want to try and best me? Against the wishes of your precious master?" She asked in the most condescending tone she could possibly muster. Oh, how she wished for one of them to challenge her. She would ruin them in seconds. They were looking from her to back behind Vlad, she could only imagine the look he was giving them because they let out the most grief-stricken howl she ever did hear.

She knew they could not leave him, when one turns a human they become somewhat obsessed with their maker. It was one of the reasons he had been unwilling for the best part of a year to turn her himself. He had feared she would lose her individuality, her independence. For some reason she did not turn into one of his doe eyed servants when she made the transition from mortal to immortal. If anything, they had butt heads more in the centuries that followed her decent into vampirism. It just made her more certain that they were meant for each other. That their destinies were to become creatures of the night.

"I am not like you two. I do not follow this mans every whim I do not trail after him like a mindless infant. That is what makes you two brides and me a wife. I mean look at me, in what reality would the great Count Vladislaus Dracula pick two lovesick brainwashed little girls over the woman that has destroyed more than one village in my time simply because I was bored and wanted a reaction out of him. Do not be pathetic, I do hate to see women of my own species act so ridiculous over a man. Where is your independence? Where is your passion for life? For death? For the destruction of the human race! You cannot see past serving your master. How… Unfortunate." She said her icy irises looking the women up and down in a slow deliberate fashion.

"Besides, what self-respecting woman, vampire or mortal, would dress… Like that. Who was your inspiration? The whore of Babylon?" She sniggered. She knew her words could cut deeper than any knife or stake ever would. She would enjoy torturing them, this was only the beginning.

"You say these things to hurt us, to prove your point that you are in fact superior to us in every way. But, you have something much bigger to worry about than making us feel more worthless than the master already has." Verona said in a bellowing sorrowful voice.

"The stranger in town, he killed you once Elizabeta and he can certainly kill you again."

In an instant Vlad was beside her instinctively pushing her body behind his "you lie in my presence Verona how dare you speak of such matters!" He said angrily causing the two brides to recoil in terror.

"We can tell you no lies master, what my sister says is true. Van Helsing has returned to Transylvania."