A/N: Thanks for all the reviews, and I know this has short chapters, but I can't really write longer ones without spoiling the story. Still, when I update you normally get at least two chapters. Please bear with me :D
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From the main bedroom window in Castle Frankenstein, he could see the whole of Transylvania. The high snow-topped peaks, the low frostbitten vallies, the lines of terraced houses, the wide pale green lawns, the dark charred mess on the early morning horizon which was the burnt-out windmill. But the building which most interested Count Vladislaus Dragulia was the manor far in the distance- Valerious Manor, where she was, the only woman he had ever loved.
He had been watching the Manor for several hours, his thoughts on her. She, who he had loved since the first time he had seen her, a beautiful young maiden. She was so unlike other girls, so strong, so stubborn, so gorgeous.... Before he had saw her, he had never even believed he could love anybody. He had been so heartbroken when he realised he would have to kill her, and then so overjoyed to realise that it would be okay if he had made her his, made her a vampire.
But then HE had arrived and changed everything. He had even changed her, if that was possible, and Dracula honestly thought it was. How dare he? He had spoiled Dracula's plans, murdered his brides, murdered his children, and then damned Dracula back to hell.
Dracula gave a low growl as he remembered the great torture he had gone through in Hell. He remembered that he had only been there for a few minutes when he had realised that HE had done the unthinkable, and killed her. Oh, the agony, the sheer heartbrake, so intense that Dracula had thought he might never stand it. She didn't love Dracula, she loved HIM, but now he had killed her, something which Dracula would never, could never, do.
And now Dracula was back. And so was she. It all made sense to Dracula. They were meant to be together, in a strange twist in fate. And Dracula would have her, no matter what. He loved her so much.
He loved Anna Valerious so much.
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From the main bedroom window in Castle Frankenstein, he could see the whole of Transylvania. The high snow-topped peaks, the low frostbitten vallies, the lines of terraced houses, the wide pale green lawns, the dark charred mess on the early morning horizon which was the burnt-out windmill. But the building which most interested Count Vladislaus Dragulia was the manor far in the distance- Valerious Manor, where she was, the only woman he had ever loved.
He had been watching the Manor for several hours, his thoughts on her. She, who he had loved since the first time he had seen her, a beautiful young maiden. She was so unlike other girls, so strong, so stubborn, so gorgeous.... Before he had saw her, he had never even believed he could love anybody. He had been so heartbroken when he realised he would have to kill her, and then so overjoyed to realise that it would be okay if he had made her his, made her a vampire.
But then HE had arrived and changed everything. He had even changed her, if that was possible, and Dracula honestly thought it was. How dare he? He had spoiled Dracula's plans, murdered his brides, murdered his children, and then damned Dracula back to hell.
Dracula gave a low growl as he remembered the great torture he had gone through in Hell. He remembered that he had only been there for a few minutes when he had realised that HE had done the unthinkable, and killed her. Oh, the agony, the sheer heartbrake, so intense that Dracula had thought he might never stand it. She didn't love Dracula, she loved HIM, but now he had killed her, something which Dracula would never, could never, do.
And now Dracula was back. And so was she. It all made sense to Dracula. They were meant to be together, in a strange twist in fate. And Dracula would have her, no matter what. He loved her so much.
He loved Anna Valerious so much.