Oh boy.

I came up with a plot hopefully it works.

Enjoy.

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Chapter 25: Transylvania

The air was cooler now that the sun had gone down. The real undercover covens came out at this time- they had never made contact with the black market for unShine; and so retained their disability in sunlight.

But now, in the night- they were the strongest. The oldest and most powerful, they were the unsupported and unadvertised heads of the vampire clans in Europe.

And that night, they were tracking down one of the most powerful female vampires ever made- one with a retained curse that could short out the entire vampire race.

Her name was Terra Gowen and she was winging her way to Transylvania.

By the time midnight was passed; the Nightblood coven home was completely ransacked and burned out, and all of the clans were on a blood seeking trail.

The hunt was begun.

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Terra's wings were laced through with moonlight and the wind blew forcefully over her as she flew point. Sita was not in flying form and Cale had to carry her; making Brett the only other free fighter.

Her nerves were strung thin, flying into territory that she vaguely remembered. All her memories of this region were remnants of her bond with the Count.

A bond she'd be asking to have again.

Deep shockwaves in the air passed through the coven members, all of them stretching their wings out for more stability. Streaks of light split the air and the night shattered with thunder.

A horrible scream rent the storm's noise, and Terra began to soar lower. Brett, struggling with burning wings and torso, fell from the sky. Lightning was deadly and often fatal to vampires; even with unShine.

"Brett! Land now," Terra's words were thrown in her face in the force of her fall- trying to keep up with Brett. His eyes were unfocused now, his body - dark...

"Land!" She screamed again- desperate. He couldn't die. It was just lightning! She could heal him if he landed now.

His wings twitched, and to her horror, shrank and disappeared on his back- his face becoming human. Terra wrapped her arms over his seared human body, holding him frozen in midair.

Long nails, dark and lethal; gently caressed his charred skin. Brett looked up at her, a look of acceptance and anger on his face as he closed his eyes.

"No-no, no, drink! Brett- drink now.." Sinking her teeth into her pale forearm, she ripped open the veins there. Terra pressed the ruby fountain to his discoloured mouth. Blood poured around his face, trickling down over her legs as she held him in the air.

Terra held him, her mind stuck in an endless rivet of despair.

She was a curse. Everything died around her.

Tears joined the hailing rain as her friends- remaining- swirled around her, minds brushed against hers in soft comfort. But the faint heat remaining from the burned corpse in her arms chilled her beyond all reconciliation.

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Two days later, accounting for the abnormally high storm bands across their flight path, Nightblood passed into Transylvania- Count Dracula's territory.

The very mountains- high and green as they were, gave Terra chills as she walked through the woods. They had decided it best to approach on foot- the Count was known for cutting vampires down from the sky. He was not known for his hospitality.

Sita and Cale had remained behind, she was too close to her baby's time to remain on the trail. They were scared of the consequences of the flight on the children. Sita's eyes had closed in a long sleep- her eyes dark and sunken.

Terra's insides twisted the farther she got from her friends and closer to her nightmare. The countryside closed in around her and she could hear wolves in the distance. Black towers peeked over the trees far away.

This was not her idea of freedom.

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The moon had fully risen- a glowing orb slung low in the sky as Terra swept through the forest. Bristling trees and howling winds made her jumpy.

The full moon had its own set of curses around its appearance.

Howls chorused throughout the deep valley, and she looked back from her view of Castle Dracula. At the edge of a cliff, a river ran behind it and cut through the land in a wide swath. The trees farther back trembled and the sound of bark snapping off reached her ears.

Wings sprouted from her back as she dove over the cliff- avoiding the piercing glare of bright red eyes behind her. Fierce snarls echoed throughout the ravine and the black water added to their warning.

She was not welcome.

Terra flew towards the castle, soaring around the turreted roof and sweeping toward the large, snowy area behind the front gates. Their gothic architecture was not lost on her as she walked toward the castle's front hall. Her head was bursting with the power within her, black and hateful- and the primal control radiating from the towering building before her.

Terra's knees buckled as she reached the steps. Her vision was bleeding into blackness; much like the river before her. Her claws dug into her scalp as a scream ripped her throat. Her wings burst from her back, tearing her skin with the hardened ribs. Blood spattered her pale legs, bare in her vampiric form.

Terra crawled toward the door; drawn with forced hunger to the power within. Her hands, knotted with thrumming veins and curved with talons grasped the door's demonic knocker. She cracked the demon's head back against the black doors and fell back- weak from her battle. It seemed her old sire refused to let her go- even so long after her separation from him.

Long minutes later, footsteps- deep ringing blows that fell upon her ears in a terrifying rhythm came from within. Terra blinked to clear the gloom settling over her vision- but it wouldn't budge.

Howls reached her ears again and the gates crashed open. Metally shrugging, Terra found she didn't care what those beast did to her. Whatever the monster inside did would outdo theirs in a second.

Her eyes closed on the image of the wide entrance yawning open, and a dark figure stooping toward her with claws outstretched.