Iilana ran to Carl and held him, weeping for the first time in years.
"Is that really you?"
"Yes, its me, Iilana. Erik has taken over me for a while-or I would have died of my injuries."
"Thank you, Erik...."
She whispered.
"Has he(meaning Dracula) -?
"No, not yet."
Both now simply lived for that one moment of utter bittersweet bliss, to Hell with all that would happen or was happening now... that had each other. Iilana, the strong, spirited fallen angel who-like her cousin Anna- was determined to be independent, determined not to have Charity extend its rude hand towards her. That Iilana was gone. It died after Carl came along. Now... She was...she was-just a little girl in a warrior's body. She had grown up too fast after her mother and father's deaths-and though she was mature in body an mind., she was still a child of the emotions, who simply sank into her seat where her heart and emotions lay, overwhelmed by them all.(A/N: Alright, I'll stop rambling now......)
As for Carl, inventions were not the only thing he lived for now. The sweet, sweet Sad Muse in his injured arms-who was bleeding and half-nude and in his lap when they first met- was now the third love of his Life. First, the Church, second his inventions. Now, Iilana was the third, but equally important love of his Life. (A/N: Deep, isn't it?)
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Gabriel bit the lower part of his lip until it bled while Anna injected the werewolf potion into him.Just then, she placed a the syringe into her own arm and after injecting some of her blood into the syringe-injected it into Gabriel.
"Just in case."
She said.
She quickly placed some of the antidote into another syringe.
"If you're late-
Gabriel began.
"-run like Hell. And no, I won't be late."
Anna finished for him. He pulled her into another kiss, only more intense. He hoped they could pull off this little coup-without anyone dying.
With that, he pulled away
"Go. NOW!"
And Anna did.
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Dracula's eyes grew dark black and cold at the sight before him. With a snarl of rage, he flew at the lovers and tore them apart (He separated them). Transforming, he flew out of the window-with Iilana-, glass be damned, and onto the roof. Glass shards rained down like sharp rain. Thunder boomed. Grabbing her neck, he snarled in Romanian,
"It doesn't matter who you are anymore-If I cannot have you, no one shall!"
"Really?"
Dracula turned around-it was Gabriel , the full moon behind him. And it was close to midnight.
"One,"
"Is that really you?"
"Yes, its me, Iilana. Erik has taken over me for a while-or I would have died of my injuries."
"Thank you, Erik...."
She whispered.
"Has he(meaning Dracula) -?
"No, not yet."
Both now simply lived for that one moment of utter bittersweet bliss, to Hell with all that would happen or was happening now... that had each other. Iilana, the strong, spirited fallen angel who-like her cousin Anna- was determined to be independent, determined not to have Charity extend its rude hand towards her. That Iilana was gone. It died after Carl came along. Now... She was...she was-just a little girl in a warrior's body. She had grown up too fast after her mother and father's deaths-and though she was mature in body an mind., she was still a child of the emotions, who simply sank into her seat where her heart and emotions lay, overwhelmed by them all.(A/N: Alright, I'll stop rambling now......)
As for Carl, inventions were not the only thing he lived for now. The sweet, sweet Sad Muse in his injured arms-who was bleeding and half-nude and in his lap when they first met- was now the third love of his Life. First, the Church, second his inventions. Now, Iilana was the third, but equally important love of his Life. (A/N: Deep, isn't it?)
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Gabriel bit the lower part of his lip until it bled while Anna injected the werewolf potion into him.Just then, she placed a the syringe into her own arm and after injecting some of her blood into the syringe-injected it into Gabriel.
"Just in case."
She said.
She quickly placed some of the antidote into another syringe.
"If you're late-
Gabriel began.
"-run like Hell. And no, I won't be late."
Anna finished for him. He pulled her into another kiss, only more intense. He hoped they could pull off this little coup-without anyone dying.
With that, he pulled away
"Go. NOW!"
And Anna did.
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Dracula's eyes grew dark black and cold at the sight before him. With a snarl of rage, he flew at the lovers and tore them apart (He separated them). Transforming, he flew out of the window-with Iilana-, glass be damned, and onto the roof. Glass shards rained down like sharp rain. Thunder boomed. Grabbing her neck, he snarled in Romanian,
"It doesn't matter who you are anymore-If I cannot have you, no one shall!"
"Really?"
Dracula turned around-it was Gabriel , the full moon behind him. And it was close to midnight.
"One,"