A/N: If you have read this story, my GIGANTIC FLING WITH sex, I hope you realize this isn't the best, and that…all of it is just sex anyways.

Enjoy! :D

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My eyes fluttered open. Darkness was around me, and as I quickly adjusted my eyes, I then saw as I lifted my head up that I lay naked barely covered with black sheets in the arms of Dracula.

And the full force of last night hit my head like a hammer.

Having him rape me, brutally and pleasureful, making me sit on him, caressing his…No. NO!!!

Did I really do all those things? I thought.

Yes, my mind resolved into sadness.

I was raped an innumerable amount of times. I was bitten, gnawed on, cut and bled, throttled with thrusts and grinding hurting my most sensitive spots, it was either humiliate myself or get beated and pummeled…

And the memory of what I resolved came clear.

My body is sore; everything rebels internally to not move. I hurt, my mind was shattered, and I was tainted with evil.

Carleton, Venom, even God himself I failed.

I failed them all.

Even Anne was stronger than me. For her I lie, wrapped in the arms of my master, bruised and used, crying in tears.

What happened last night was worse than death. Anne didn't suffer a fate even close to mine.

She died and lived again, given a terrible curse and gift.

But I have only been weakened to live and soon die. Die and live and never rest and be the whore of the greatest evil to ever live.

Sex was natural. But not like this, not to hurt an innocent against her will, not like this.

It was one of the worse crimes, rivaling that of mass murder and repeated torture.

I cried.

I cried once more because I was carrying the mental trauma of realizing the situation. Realizing that I couldn't shake my mind from the pleasure that felt like torture. It was wrong, so very wrong in that situation. So wrong to feel good, wrong to let him do that.

I was smart enough to know that I couldn't fight him.

And because of the hopelessness of the situation, I wept and suffered.

But Carleton and Venom weren't dead yet. He was going to kill them later.

I must let them live, I must. They are my chance to escape!

But would I want to live after this? Would I really wish to live after this fate?

Would I really want to live so that Dracula can rape me again? Would I really want to stay alive and risk my death and remember what happened?

Death would be welcome. I would give it to myself.

Removing his arms around me, I quietly and tried as painlessly as possible to move and slide out of the bed. I parted the curtains to see it just turned twilight.

Slipping out, I spotted in my tears and purpose some white sheets. Wrapping them around my naked body, limply and grudgingly as I sobbed I stumbled through the tall arched doors, pushing them open with a thrust of my tired arms.

Slowly shuffling along, bent over and with both hands clingingly pulling up the wrapped sheet around my worn body, I sought first a quiet corner away from my nightmare. The nightmare of lust in the man of Dracula.

My thoughts were rampant and lost. The replay of last night, the memory of the past of burning on a stake and being held captive by werewolves, and the advent of now around me making my tears fall harder. I staggered into the warmest room, a carpeted black room, with wrecked ravaged furniture and still cold but not that much. The carpet was non-existent in some places, long claw marks on the scattered sofas and once plush chairs, and cobwebs sparkling with frost hung in the corners. I with the pale white sheet, standing and leaning on the door, claimed this room.

Claimed this to cry in.

I fell to the floor to the fireplace in a mess of tears. My golden and brown straight hair now a mess and knotted, my eyes with black rings that were tainted red because of the tears. On the hearth of stone and ash, in the glow of white I kneeled and pounded my fists on the stones and brick of the fireplace. Soot and ash blew from the wind, but I didn't care.

I sobbed the most I ever had in my life.

It seemed the last vestiges of hope were pouring out of me into a puddle on the floor.

"Why? W-Why m-me? I n-never wanted it, I...God, k-kill m-me! K-KILL M-ME!!!" I wailed. I ranted. I whimpered into my hands and let myself go in this quiet place. This place that was away from everyone I hoped. I hoped there was a weapon here to kill myself. Then everything can be at peace. I wouldn't remember my ordeal, nor would I have to deal with future ones like that, nor would I let him make me his by his side forever. Everything will be fine without me in the world.

I didn't want to live. Before I died I wanted to sob like a little girl.

I was a human. Before I act in-human and try to die I wanted to let my emotions flood myself at last.

The ash that smeared on the sheet reminded me of the fire, when I sobbed at that.

It reminded me of when I leaned against the mirror in Castle Dracula, no reflection cast when I became a vampire.

It reminded me of the smoke that rose as I turned to ash with it in the flames of redemption at the stake.

It reminded me of the fire of lust in Dracula's eyes as he raped me countless times.

It reminded me of myself dying into fire from the sun, burning with my beloved Ruthven as he went to the heavens.

It reminded me of the fire of pain to see the English priest hand me communion wine, the enemy himself.

And I lifted my head as images, many of those memories not of my own, flooded my senses. Until I sensed another presence in the room.

I opened my bleary eyes and sniffed, and froze at the sight.

Anne Van Helsing was standing at the doorway walking slowly closer.

She looked exactly like me, only…different.

She had a duster with golden buttons, pointy shoulder pads, and buckled boots. A red handkerchief was around her neck, and she wore a black vest with a black shirt. She had a cargo-belt with a golden buckle, short black with gold edged pants, and fingerless gloves with tight ribbon lacing on her arms up into the wide sleeves of the coat that seemed to float on its own of the unknown material. She wore a black hat, unknown how I could describe it, with a clip and three red feathers sticking out of it.

And then unlike me, she was a vampire.

Her skin was white and pale. Her ears sticking out of her short golden and brown hair were pointed. Her eyes were golden with a faint trace of blue in them. Her face had more pronounced cheekbones and pointier chin, and under her eyes, her eyes so deep and glaring…were gray and darkness and wrinkles. The fingernails of her were pointy and clawed. Her lips were small and set into a neutral purse.

And then she knelt down besides me, on her knees. I felt soothed by the presence of a vampire that was in me also.

"You're Anne, r-right?" I stammered, sniffling a little.

"Yes, I am. And everything will be alright. I'm here for only a short time." She said.

Her voice was like mine, only heavenly and based with sadness. Filled with all sorts of emotions. But mainly wisdom and understanding.

"How c-can things b-be all r-right? I w-was RAPED!! Raped, used, tortured, thrust into the fucking world so I can be used in the cruelest of ways! THINGS ARE NOT ALL RIGHT!!" I screamed.

Sobbing was the word that was in my mind.

Cry, cringe, gulp, sob, crying rivers of it.

"If you forget the past things will be alright. I never did my entire existence. Until I burned, my duty finished. When Joan de Arc burned, for falsities brought upon only by the evil, but her hope lived on. When you I hope will understand and have it burn away in your desire to live." Anne petted my back, leaning into my sobbing face, whispering the soothing words.

I still cried on my knees. I still moaned with sorrow.

"Can't you see? He took y-your soul, your b-blood! I h-he left t-to t-torture…I c-cannot live b-beyond that. I m-mustn't let him d-do anymore t-to me!"

"Yes, you CAN!! You are stronger than I ever was! You have a new hope! You can live, remember, it's only your body! Only your BODY!" Anne held me tight.

And I felt her tears on my back.

And we both cried, an angel and the fallen.

"O-Only m-my b-body?" I wailed, looking her in the eye with realization.

"Yes, only the body, disposable, your tool. You are chained to it. But don't let it hold you down. Don't let what happened destroy you! The fate you had isn't even worse then mine." Anne held me tight.

"But I l-lost my v-virginity…you d-didn't…" I hugged her and sobbed out as she rocked me back and forth.

"You are what you are. You are not me." She whispered.

"I'm n-not? Then w-who can I b-be when I escape? If I do?"

"Be yourself. This is your life. You can do what you can with it. No one can force you to follow any path. I was wrong once, but things have changed."

"Then I c-can c-choose…"

"You decide if you can't live or not. You cannot survive without the body. I am only an angel, half in heaven and the other harbored in you. You choose if you can give life a second chance."

"In any decision, be brave."

We hugged. We held on tightly, me and the warm vampire.

She started fading and turning into golden shimmer.

"Don't leave me! Not with him!" I cried out, trying to clutch the fading Anne.

"I have never left. I have been with you since you were born. Follow your heart. Your heart that is mine, Joan de Arc's, and most importantly, yours."

Her eyes shined into gold as she, a golden ghost, stood up and smiled.

The most heart breaking and wonderful smile I have ever seen.

With a silver tear falling down her cheek.

And with that she turned into a ray of sunlight. Into nothingness back into heaven.

And I stood up refreshed and renewed.

I will save Carleton and Venom. I will leave this place, I will never come back.

But then the memories came as I strode out the door with purpose.

How could I live with the scarring of my body and mind? How could I live like that?

Like Anne, always on the run from Dracula. I would be too if I didn't kill him.

I would live just like Anne only not as strong as she was to survive.

She was a vampire when he stalked her. I am not. Nor do I hope to be.

Then, I thought and weakened with each passing second into the great hall, I could help Carleton and Venom live.

Most definitely, seeing them still hanging there on the stakes, dripping no more blood as all had been spilt. Carleton and Venom were not moving.

But still barely breathing.

Shaking, I went up to the podium and started among the dried and wet gore of organs and blood in the puddles to pull and push down the stakes. There was no one in the dark hall, nothing but echoes and strange slimy cocoons on the ceiling. I pulled down Carleton first.

His stake made a clatter as it fell to the ground, and wrapping the bloody sheet tightly around myself I went over to the corpse of him.

I could have vomited.

One eye was missing, his other eye wide open and glassy. His face was with green and blue, open cuts, hardly any clothing on save the ragged remains of his black jeans. His hair was missing in some places.

"Carleton, p-pleas wake u-up…" I cried.

He twitched an ear a few times.

He was alive. A vampire almost dead but not quite.

I had an idea.

I slid the stake out of him easily, it passing through his body that was starting to bloat from rot. And, with more difficultly, I pulled down Venom. She hadn't lost an eye, but only an arm.

Her clothing was gone save for her open tight jacket and bra shreds and her underwear and boots.

I didn't mind. I was too horrified at what Dracula had done to them. Vampires or not, they didn't deserve to have this. I never deserved my fate either.

"Blood…" Venom spoke, and fell limper still.

Blood, that was what I needed.

There was their own blood in pools underneath the stakes. I quickly headed over to the abandoned banquet table from last night, still with a few opened bottle of blood there. And wine glasses.

Grabbing the stuff, I kneeled down first by Carleton who was in the worse condition. I poured a glass of the half-filled bottle into a glass and held his head, crying softly and hoped he would open his lips and drink.

Drink he did. His lips opened and fangs un-sheathed, his mouth open for me to pour down his gulping gullet. The quickest however to give him more was to pour directly from the bottle into his mouth.

Immediately his minor wounds started healing.

The cuts and scrapes were slowly but surely sealing back up, the green on his skin and chest disappearing. I gave him the other half-bottle, and soon everything was healing a bit faster. The stake gouges where he was pierced and where his other useless organs had dripped were starting to close. Carleton gave a moan and flexed his fingers, fidgeting as I imagined his organs growing back.

Soon that bottle was empty, and as Venom was next on the line, I dumped the bottles into the deep pools of blood. Any blood would be good. Anything to save them!

Filled, I got Venom to latch onto it, drinking like a greedy baby, the same miraculous thing happening to her wounds too, only faster. Mainly because she was old I guessed.

Hope was shining. I kept on filling the bottles, giving back all the blood they had lost that was dripped.

It felt like an hour later when hardly any blood was left on the floor to scoop and feed them.

By now, Carleton was delirious and on his elbow, fangs out and hungry. Same thing with Venom. That is, until they fell face first to lick the blood clean from the floor, crawling and their major wounds healing very fast.

I stood above them as they animalisticly growled and licked everything clean.

Until I spotted the mirror nearby on the wall.

I walked over to it precariously, gliding over and wiping the blood of my hands to the sheet.

I gasped at what I saw.

There I stood, pales skinned, dark circles and red cheeks from exhaustion and crying all night and day. My hair was knotted, my eyes were no longer blue, just tinted with red, and my neck betrayed many little fangs marks from his vampire kisses. My shoulders, arms, what I could see of my legs were peppered with gnaw marks and unhealed bruises. I looked down into my bed-sheet toga to see two prominent fang marks, scars side-by-side on my breasts, my stomach and thighs too betraying scratches and scars.

But my eyes were the worst of all. There was no more innocence in them.

They were just like Anne's.

And I began sobbing again, hanging my head, shivering in my bloody sheet, and headed back to Carleton and Venom, who lay on their backs panting and almost healed after drinking every single drop of blood on the floor.

"Anne?" Carleton called to me.

"No, just Jane, Jane Dawson." I kneeled down and cradled his body. He sat up, looking much better but still weak.

"You look…you look…oh my God…" Carleton widened his light green eyes, though still droopy.

"He…raped you, zis zat it?" Venom said, crawling towards me and giving another hissing cough of blood into her fist.

"…yes…over and over again, t-thrusting and g-grinding and…m-making me…Oh God, thank y-you for
Anne!" I once more began sobbing, grasping Carleton and crying my eyes out on his comforting cool chest, squeezing him. "She c-came! But I d-don't wanna l-live, I c-can't go on…"

"Listen, Jane. I vas raped too. I lived because Varney turned me vampire, made moui vis whore, vis wife. Vuntil I escaped, and here I am, trying to forget ze past." Venom patted my back, licking the blood off my face. I wasn't disgusted by it. It was just vampire behavior.

"But were y-you raped m-more than o-once in o-one night? WERE YOU!?!? Were you THREATENED to thrust down on HIM!?! Were you EVER made to MASSAGE his ORGAN!?! WERE YOU!?!" I screamed, letting go of both of them and stumbling upwards, standing as they tried to stand, walking away to the mirror, leaning against it and sobbing once more.

"N-No…" Venom stuttered.

"Then what MORE can you know of my TORTURE!?! DRACULA is more of a BEAST than ANY vampire could EVER be! There IS NO DECENCY, nor is there LOVE, NOR JOY, NOR SORROW! HE IS HOLLOW AND WILL LIVE FOREVER TO DESTROY OUR LIVES!!!"

I had yelled it all, my eye twitching I felt, my blood pumping.

Carleton and Venom, my only friends, stood stock still.

"Take my blood. As Anne did take Hector's blood for a painless death and to let herself live, take mine for my painless death and for your survival. There is nothing for me in the world except memories of Hell." I bared my neck and started to calmly walk to them.

"No, I can't! You look too much like Anne…I can never kill an innocent!" Carleton backed away as I stood before them.

"Look, if Dracula gets me he will kill me and make me live again in more Hell just like last night. If I am dead by anyone's hands, then the apocalypse is over, then he cannot use me to destroy the world. And my blood will heal you; my blood he claims is holy. You will be able to escape, you will be able to live and fight him if the time comes. There is no other way." I was surprised at myself how calm I was.

"But, zere 'as to be another vay!" Venom blubbered, trying to control very visibly from biting my neck.

"No, there isn't. The world's fate rests in my hands for whether I am alive or not. It'd be better if I was dead!" I cried, glaring into the beautiful weary eyes of Carleton. "If you can't, I will."

Carleton hesitated, closing the gap between us as he held me by the shoulders.

There was hunger in his eyes.

Maybe he would kill me.

I closed my eyes as his face moved past my neck.

Yes, I wanted to die.

But I didn't. He hugged me tight and burst into tears.

"I can't! You can't even think of it! Memories can be forgotten, lives can be led in peace…please, Jane, my sweet Jane, don't think of it…" He was pleading in his tears, the wet pouring out onto my back. He twirled me around his arms.

I started sobbing too.

"There is no way I c-can k-kill you…I l-love you too m-much…" He sobbed.

I skipped a beat.

"I h-hardly know y-you…" I was shock, pulling out of his embrace.

"I know…I know, but when I first saw you walk into those doors at Purfleet I fell in love with you. You, Anne Van Helsing back from the dead I thought and angel on Earth. But you are Jane Dawson, sweet Jane, and Jane who has suffered as I have." He looked down at my weepy eyes.

He loved me.

And I loved him.

I ran away, running to the mirror, and stood in front of it, watching tears fall on my shocked, pale and worn features.

My fingers twirled nervously with the sheet over my torso.

Then the scene in the mirror changed.

I suddenly had short brown hair and wearing brown rags.

Behind me no more was a dark hall filled with blood and cocoons. No, there was a pyre on a cloudy day with a single post, people sobbing in a crowd, and the steeple of a church in the corner.

I was her. She was me. I shook my head, and so did the reflection. Stamping my foot, so did her, the other me.

Joan de Arc, me in the mirror, crying and sobbing, I was oblivious to the sounds of everything except my heartbeat and the sobbing people.

A hand from a guard gripped her shoulders. Then the other, and was standing behind her.

I watched as he turned her away, tied her hands behind her back with rope, and was leading her solemnly away to the pyre.

The vision ended.

And then I noticed that two cold hands were on my shoulders.

Now they were moving down my sides, the reflection not there.

I gasped as then the familiar voice of evil whispered in my ear.

"Sleep well my dear?" I shuddered from the grip on my waist.

I would have stumbled and shrieked right there. I really would have. But bravery made its way into my heart where it never has been before. I stood still, tensing my muscles and curling my fists. I was going to fight. I would not let him take me down.

"No. How could I after you did that all to me? How can I rest fully after you stuffed me full of your vile seed and hurt me, bled me, bit me, and RAPED ME!?!" I let the tears fall in anger, my teeth gritting as I prepared to run.

"Then I guess I triumphed. But if you come with me, I can heal your wounds…"

I shook out of his grasp and with my free hand I punched his face.

He staggered and turned away, I hit him square in the jaw. My anger had flared to the point where I didn't care that he was stronger than I am. That he was more powerful, more violent, and definitely was going to be angry with me and hurt me.

He had already hurt me. I expected to die anyways.

"Don't you DARE touch me ever again! I'm going to KILL YOU FOR WHAT YOU DID!!" I screamed and sat on him, punching and making his face all bloody and bruised.

But it kept healing. It was getting pretty useless as he grunted and the cuts and bruises kept disappearing. I began noticing my fists hurting and turning red from pounding his hard features. My arms were tiring as I bloodied his face and not hurt him at all. Soon he was only just laying on his back and staring into my eyes chuckling, his hands suddenly reaching up to grasp my shoulders and smash my lips down onto his.

I squealed, and fear once more was taking control. My rage was disappearing, replaced with fright.

I wasn't strong enough. I had collided with his chest for him to reach his hands into my back, my body rubbing with the sheet against his jacket, and then revealed his bare chest underneath.

I struggled, shifted, squirmed in the kiss. I heard Carleton and Venom screaming and hissing, Dracula's kissing grew worse with his tongue thrusting in and his hands grabbing my rear.

Biting his tongue, I lowered myself to bite into his chest, making him roar and let me go with his hiss of pain. I got off him and stumbled back, and then looked at Carleton and Venom.

They were beaten, bloody, punched, and kneeling with their hands behind their backs, several black dressed red eyed vampires surrounding them and holding them still. I was surrounded.

"It was useless of you to help them live. You gave them enough strength only to endure more torture." Dracula stood, smirking in his usual evil way.

"You're a monster. A fiendish, vile, horrible, terrifying, and hollow monstrosity!" I yelled to his face as he leered over. I brought my fists up as I backed away, away from the monster that stood before me.

"You just noticed? After I made you scream in ultimate pleasure?" He started walking to me, his hands behind his back like he was stalking. Stalking his prey.

"I wasn't in pleasure! I was in pain! Suffering, sorrow, spasms of pain, horror, tears! You hurt me! You cruelly and brutally raped me. You made me pleasure you! You made me touch and massage your…your… You, you…should die…" I was crying again. Looking into his face was already weakening me.

"No, it should be you to die. And live again! And be rewarded with more pleasure!" He began laughing evilly as I became fearful, scared. I was backed now against the wall. This wasn't good.

"No, I'm not going to become a vampire. I don't wanna die! I'm n-not going t-too…" I shuddered, and began sliding on the wall towards the door.

"You have no choice! Don't worry; I won't kill you till after this child." He was getting closer. I was moving away faster to the door.

"What?" I didn't breathe for a moment.

"No, y-you c-can't have… NOOO!!" Carleton screamed and struggled. "I'LL KILL YOU DRACULA!! I WILL!!"

"Jane, surely you don't think you can't be pregnant after yesterday? Aww, you didn't think of that. But look around you. See those cocoons, those slimy things hanging from the ceiling?" He raised his eyes and raised his hands. I glanced at the strange pods that had dotted everywhere.

"You m-mean…" I gulped and shivered, trying to keep the sheet up around me.

"They are my dead children. But yours shall be alive. Yours shall be alive with your holy blood, yours will be a Dhampyre that I shall kill and turn into a vampire when he reaches a respected age! A son at last!" He laughed menacingly.

"I…I…no…oh G-God, n-no…" My tears were falling harder, my heart beating furiously. Everything was changing, my life was changed.

I was carrying his child. I, his whore.

"Yes, yes my dear. I have triumphed. Your blood of the saint's Joan de Arc and Anne make it so. You, the reincarnate. You, my woman. Bound to me by blood and child." His smirk had grown. I reached the door and began opening it.

"No, you haven't. I'll kill myself with it inside me! You'll never get me, and your child shall never live!" I yelled at him and fled through the door through the corridors, looking for a way out, away from him.

Where I can kill myself.

I reached the room, out of breath, the place I cried in. The drawing room I stood in the doorway, and then I saw by the hearth a rusty poker.

I went over there, and with a quick wipe of tears on the back of my hand I reached for the weapon.

I failed Carleton and Venom to death. I should die so Dracula can never use me again, and the child I now carry be damned forever, dead with me.

Before I even touched it my hand was grabbed and pulled away behind my back, holding and pulling the muscles in my arm. I cried out, standing straight up and leaning into the cold chest of Dracula, the jacket edge around me.

His other hand griped my other that was keeping my sheet up.

"You knew it was useless to run. Now I will have to punish you. And you won't like it. I demand respect, obedience, and compliance from my brides-to-be." He hissed, making me still groan from the pain of my arm. He could break it if he wanted to.

"I'm not y-yours to o-own. I'll d-do the h-hell whatever I w-want." I said, strengthening myself, trying not to give in. Trying not to show any amount of pain, but the tears still came.

"I'm going to hurt you right now Jane. I'm going to show you what happens to unruly brides." He dug his face into my neck, grazing his fangs on my skin with each kiss.

He picked me up swiftly and assuredly, over his shoulder. Quickly he strode from the room down the hallways as I struggled and screamed, bucking and kicking. But the fight wasn't in me. The will and strength to defeat him wasn't there. I sobbed.

"No, please n-no, not again, not m-more sex…" I begged.

"You brought this upon yourself! It would have been better if you had stayed in bed for some more, but clearly you didn't. Now you will suffer! I will have to instill my word in you!" He laughed a deep laughter of complete giddiness of evil.

We entered the great hall.

Carleton and Venom were in their same positions as before, sobbing tears. Then Carleton looked up to me as Dracula pulled me down from his shoulders.

"If I c-can't kill y-you Dracula, Jane w-will…" He said through his sobs.

"YOU MAN WHORE!!!" Venom screeched.

"I resent that Venom. You should know your place my dear. Course, you are a feisty French girl…" He held his chin thoughtfully as he held me tight.

"YOU BASTARD!! LET HER GO!! YOU MOTHER FU-AHH!!" One of the vampires kicked her head and made her topple to the floor on her face.

"Servants, torture Carleton as you like, don't kill him yet. Jane will have the honors in ending his life after I'm through with her. As for Venom…clean her up and lock her in my bedroom chambers. Give her Verona's old dress. She looks good in green. Take your pleasure from her my servants." He commanded, much to the horrified dismay on my and Venom's face.

"No, please spare her…"

"OH NO YOU DON'T!! I'M NOT GOING WITH ANYBODY!! AND I ESPECIALLY WON'T SLEEP WITH THEM!!" She yelled as they kicked her repeatedly and began dragging her away.

"Oh, yes they will! Enjoy yourself Carleton while your love comes to terms with my favorite kind of torture. When she will lose herself to lust! And I will see you later Venom!" Dracula then picked me up bridal style as I screamed and struggled. But with my arms behind my back unfortunately in the position he took in holding me, taking me up the stairs.

I watched in tears of fear as Carleton was being whipped and kicked. Venom was locked behind doors. And I entered through some new black doors.

Into his coffin room.

A/N: Do not read the next chapter if you have a weak heart.

Shoys, killing people is her thing! Joking…;