For You

Authors Note: Hello...I know that no one reviewed, so I just assume that no one read my story, but I'm still writing, for my own {bleep}-ing sanity, that Okay?

Disclaimer: I don't own the Valerious family, including Velkan (sadly), or Anna, and I don't own Van Helsing, or Dracula. Nor do I own Verona, Aleera, or Marishka, nor Frankenstein or his monster, nor anything really, besides the plot, and the villagers I made up. I also don't own Carl (sadly).

Summary: Based on the poem, For you, Kallisto is a villager in Transylvania
who is deeply in love with handsome Velkan, Prince of Gypsies.

Chapter 1

Scared Out Of My Wits

I walked down the little path that I had found when I was eight, when I was wandering around aimlessly, trying to find someplace where I could just sit, pass the time and think about my thirteen-year old crush. Later, it was my sanctuary from my parents.

It is six years from when I found Ian, making me sixteen, and as my Mother frequently told me, even more beautiful, with the fair skin, red lips, and as I matured, the darker my hair got, so now it was near black. My figure wasn't straight, as it had been six years ago. My hips had gotten bigger, and my chest had bulged out. My waist wasn't tiny, wasn't exactly small, but it did make the side of my body look like a wave, and that was something to say, as I did eat a lot, as Mother cooks so much.

Now, more than ever, I was called a demon, with my almost black hair down to my waist, white skin and red lips. In England, men would fall over themselves trying to charm me into their creaky beds. But no, in Transylvania, everybody stays away. Everybody except Mrs. Hubbs. She was at my house now, talking to my mother. Mrs. Hubbs was my mother's best friend.

"Oh hello, dear Kallisto!" Mrs. Hubbs squealed, coming over to crush me in her grip.

Mrs. Hubbs was a stout, chubby woman, with happiness and kindness as big as her weight. Mrs. Hubbs was worth all of her weight in gold, as my mother says. She has light brown eyes, light brown hair and light brown skin. She likes to cook also, and is terrified to death of anything to do with demons and monsters. She is the only other person who says I'm beautiful, and the one who told me about the men in England.

I smiled down at her as she let go of me to look at me.

"I am fine, Mrs. Hubbs, and you?" Mother was at the fireplace, the large pot over the burning coals. She turned to me and smiled, the genuine grin making her even more beautiful.

"Lovely, dear, just lovely! Positively grand." Mrs. Hubbs smiled at me for a minute, then turned back to Mother, leaving me dismissed. I let my smile fade and floated up the stairs, thinking of England and how I would go there sometime, to forget my love for the Prince of Gypsies. There I would be prized.

I sat in my room, looking out the small window, leaning out sometimes to look down the street. Afternoon became evening, evening became night. I watched the sun go down, setting the sky a warm red pink color, then fading into a blue, then finally, the blackness that was night. The moon was big, but not full, and I got mesmerized as I stared at the big silver orb.

I must have stared at the sphere for an hour when I heard Mother go to bed, then fifteen minutes went by before something else remotely interesting happened.

And it was more than remotely interesting.

At around nine twenty pm, as I stared at the moon, slowly falling asleep, something flew across the moon and back into the blackness from what it had emerged from a few seconds earlier. The thing shadowed most of the moon, and people outside (the drunks) might have thought it a cloud, but I was not to be fooled. It was a thing. It had wings. It had a head. It was close.

I was fully awake, wary and alert now, my head staying up by itself, my eyes not drooping and my breathing going unsteady. I sat there for a good ten minutes, staring out at the night sky, willing it to come closer so I could see what it was, then cursing and wishing it away. My right hand had dug inside my simple robe and was clutching the wooden cross made for me by Father when I was a wee baby. After a while, when my eyelids started to feel a bit heavy, there was suddenly no moon, and I felt a whoosh of air, then the night was normal again. Scared have to death, I squeaked then slammed my window shut, took off my dress and threw it over the transom so as I wouldn't stare out it and scare myself out of my wits. Then I jumped into bed. And just as soon jumped out. I kneeled on the stone ground and crossed myself.

"Father, I have sinned," I whispered, as I did every night, "I have taken your holy gift for granted and have fallen in love with Prince Velkan Valerious. Please forgive me for this mistake and set me free of his enticing grip, Lord." I crossed myself again.

"Now I lay me down to sleep," I started, "I pray the Lord my soul he'll keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul he'll take," I finished, and I could breathe again, taking the load of confession off of my shoulders. I confessed my love for Velkan to the Lord every night, begging for forgiveness and freedom, but the Lord never grants my wish.

I crossed myself again, then hopped back in bed, rubbing my knees, then tried to forget the feeling of air rush over me and the figure that flew across the moon so I could get a good nights sleep.

After a couple of minutes of dreaming of Velkan's handsome face, I growled, then stuffed my face into the pillow, then eventually fell asleep.

A/N: Reviews would be welcome...