A/N: "Vivo Hoy" is spanish, it means "I live today". I thought it fitting for a title cos, you know, Anna's alive, and to me it says live for the moment and stuff. Maybe I'm extremely weird. Actually, on reflection, I probably am. Thanks for the lovely reviews :D
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Anna gave a low whimper as a chilly breeze played gently over her face and shoulders. She opened her eyes slowly. The ceiling above her was dark grey.
She moved her head slightly in confusion. No ceilings in the manor were dark grey. Then she realised she wasn't in the manor. She sat up slowly, realising that her head was throbbing. She was in a large oak bed, made up in blood red silk. The room she was in was large, yet it lacked rather in furniture. The only thing in here other than the bed was a wooden chair, over which lay clothes of some description. The window was large and full-length and led out onto a balcony. Sheer net drapes hung in front of the open window, moving slightly in the breeze.
She climbed out of bed, feeling the cold wooden floor with her bare feet. She looked down and saw that she was wearing a long, plain white nightdress. Feeling disgusted that someone must have undressed her, she walked out onto the balcony.
It was small and stone. She saw that she was high up in Castle Frankenstein. She couldn't restrain a gasp as she took in the breathtaking views of Transylvania from up here. She looked up at the dark sky, the little stars twinkling like tiny diamonds, the bright white moon. The air was cold and wet.
Feeling suddenly sick, she gripped the railing tightly with both hands and leaned against it.
"Are you ill, Anna?"
She spun quickly, holding the railing still, so that her back was against it. She stared at Dracula.
"Let me go!" she shrieked.
"There is no place for you to go now, no where to hide from our feelings," he drawled coldly.
"Our feelings?" she smiled grimly. "I was sent here to kill you, you bloody stupid bastard!"
"Don't be so technical," he smirked, stepping forward. "Not everything is as black and white as we would like to think."
"You're wrong," Anna said, though her voice had faltered.
"No, Anna. It's fate. Destiny. I heard what you told Gabriel about destiny. Your destiny is already mapped out for you. You can only but live it, ride it out."
"I was wrong," whispered Anna, tears springing up in her eyes. "I was so wrong. You make your own destiny, Vladislaus."
He shook his head. "We're not so different, you and me."
"Of course we are. You're dead."
"So are you," he sighed.
"Vivo hoy," she said through clenched teeth.
He reached out for her then, grabbed her shoulders. "We're meant to be, Anna."
Tears rolled down her cheeks. "I'll kill you, Dracula. I'll send your soul to hell again!"
"You can't, not without the marble stake," he sneered. "I have waited for you for too long, Anna Valerious, too long, and this night I will finally get what I want."
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Anna gave a low whimper as a chilly breeze played gently over her face and shoulders. She opened her eyes slowly. The ceiling above her was dark grey.
She moved her head slightly in confusion. No ceilings in the manor were dark grey. Then she realised she wasn't in the manor. She sat up slowly, realising that her head was throbbing. She was in a large oak bed, made up in blood red silk. The room she was in was large, yet it lacked rather in furniture. The only thing in here other than the bed was a wooden chair, over which lay clothes of some description. The window was large and full-length and led out onto a balcony. Sheer net drapes hung in front of the open window, moving slightly in the breeze.
She climbed out of bed, feeling the cold wooden floor with her bare feet. She looked down and saw that she was wearing a long, plain white nightdress. Feeling disgusted that someone must have undressed her, she walked out onto the balcony.
It was small and stone. She saw that she was high up in Castle Frankenstein. She couldn't restrain a gasp as she took in the breathtaking views of Transylvania from up here. She looked up at the dark sky, the little stars twinkling like tiny diamonds, the bright white moon. The air was cold and wet.
Feeling suddenly sick, she gripped the railing tightly with both hands and leaned against it.
"Are you ill, Anna?"
She spun quickly, holding the railing still, so that her back was against it. She stared at Dracula.
"Let me go!" she shrieked.
"There is no place for you to go now, no where to hide from our feelings," he drawled coldly.
"Our feelings?" she smiled grimly. "I was sent here to kill you, you bloody stupid bastard!"
"Don't be so technical," he smirked, stepping forward. "Not everything is as black and white as we would like to think."
"You're wrong," Anna said, though her voice had faltered.
"No, Anna. It's fate. Destiny. I heard what you told Gabriel about destiny. Your destiny is already mapped out for you. You can only but live it, ride it out."
"I was wrong," whispered Anna, tears springing up in her eyes. "I was so wrong. You make your own destiny, Vladislaus."
He shook his head. "We're not so different, you and me."
"Of course we are. You're dead."
"So are you," he sighed.
"Vivo hoy," she said through clenched teeth.
He reached out for her then, grabbed her shoulders. "We're meant to be, Anna."
Tears rolled down her cheeks. "I'll kill you, Dracula. I'll send your soul to hell again!"
"You can't, not without the marble stake," he sneered. "I have waited for you for too long, Anna Valerious, too long, and this night I will finally get what I want."