(Technically, this fic should be called "The fic where an OC – a lucky one
to be precise- has both Dracula and Velkan literally throwing themselves at
her"...LOL)
"All these mixed emotions we keep locked away like stolen pearls.."
-Savage Garden.
Shirra opened her eyes. They were in a cave of sorts. It smelled musty-but there was no other animals in there-save her. It was still dark outside. She winced as she got up-her right and her neck hurt- like Hell. And the smell of wet dog pervaded her senses. She looked down. There was Velkan, resting beside her. Memories came rushing back to her.
"Dracula...Aleera...Verona..the dress...the dance...Velkan..Alina's turning-"
A stab of guilt hit home, like a stake. But she had no choice, she argued, otherwise Dracula and his minions would feed on her....
Tearing off the train from her dress, she wrapped Velkan with it. He looked ruggedly charming, what with a few day's growth on his face, his hair in a mess, and his peaceful expression. She curiously placed her head upon his chest and listened to his heartbeat. Such a lovely tune...it beat with the intensity of a tango. She gently placed her fingers on the same spot to feel the warmth and the beating of his heart-and felt five warm, strong fingers grabbing them. Velkan was awake. Had she been alive, she would be blushing.
"Morning?"
"Its still night...probably 11pm."
Velkan said, not releasing her fingers.
"I swear, I wouldn't turn you, Velkan-
"I know. But why Alina?"
"Actually...I only drank a little from her...before feeding her my blood...I doubt I could have turned her-unless...."
"Unless what?"
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Alina rested in her hunting attire back in the Valerious manor. Karen, Anna and Gabriel were still discussing how to defeat Dracula while Carl watched over her.
"How could Shira, no, Cassandra do that?"
He thought. Perhaps Death would be her only release. But how the Hell do you kill a girl who is as invincible as Dracula himself?
Alina stirred.
"Carl..."
Carl got up and took her hand. Would he love her, vampire or not?
"Yes,"
he said, a little too loud.
"Carl?"
"Yes, Alina?"
"Can you get me some water please?"
"S-sure."
With that, he poured her a glass of cool water and held the glass to her lips.
"Drink slowly,"
He said.
Just then, he tripped and spilled the water all over Alina.
"SORRY!"
he cried out in panic. As he tried to wipe the water from her clothes, he dropped the cloth.
"You...still have a heartbeat..."
"I do?"
Alina placed a hand on her chest.
"But I was bitten-and I took blood from a vampire..."
"That probably makes you a ..."
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"..What?"
"A half-blood. Half-vampire, half-human. Its a rarity."
"So that means she can withstand daylight, and holy water and crosses don't faze her?"
"Yes."
"Interesting."
She put out her hand.
"Shh...I hear something...."
"A dogcart."
"How-
"I can smell the humans and the horses-
"Let's get a lift –quick."
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Dracula gripped the handle of his chair until it broke in his hand. In the other, he held the remnants of Shirra's choker. They truly resembled tears. He remembered her eyes, supposed to be the windows to the Soul: A brown so dark it appeared black. They appeared to be cold and ink dark but if one looked closer, they would see chocolate brown pools filled with warmth. He almost smiled. That described her perfectly. He once looked into her eyes- and saw a lonely girl, misunderstood and a rebel with a cause. She never really understood his hatred for the human race-until one day, when she had smiled at a little girl-and her mother pulled her away, telling her not to talk to strangers. Her smile had died. In frustration, she had cried,
"Why do they hate us so?!"
Dracula simply held her.
Verona disturbed his reverie.
"Why do you obsess over that wretched-
"Don't start."
He hissed.
"Why do you care so much that damned newborn-
"GET OUT!"
She started.
"Tell me why,"
"BECAUSE SHE ISN'T HATEFUL! BECAUSE SHE ISN'T A BETRAYER! AND SHE DOESN'T SPEAK ILL OF OTHERS BEHIND THEIR BACKS!"
Verona whimpered and glided off. Dracula was in no mood to go soothe her. But was she right? WHY did he have feelings for her-besides the urge to deflower her?
She was articulate, unusual, unpredictable, unorthodox- what man would not consider her worthy of his love?
I'd give anything to give me to you
Can you forget the world that you thought you knew
If you want me,
Come and find me
Nothing's stopping you so please release me
He had turned her, made her forget the life she left behind, tried to make her like him-they were so different, yet so alike-...instead she loved him only as a companion-and that damned Velkan...No, to gain the love of Shirra, he could not be damned-he was the luckiest man on Earth (Sorry Mouse-I couldn't resist.).
I'll believe
All your lies
Just pretend you love me
Make believe
Close your eyes
I'll be anything for you
Have you left to make me feel anymore?
There's only you and everyday I need more
If you want me
Come and find me
I'll do anything you say just tell me
I'll believe
All your lies
Just pretend you love me
Make believe
Close your eyes
I'll be anything for you
I'll believe
All your lies
Just pretend you love me
Make believe
Close your eyes
I'll be anything for you
He remembered looking into her eyes after he had pushed her so hard she hit the wall and her head bled. There was pain, anger...and FEAR. He looked even harder, and saw a girl crying while a man thrashed her with his belt. A woman stood to one side, waited for him to exit before hugging the girl and telling her not to be so disobedient next time. He had actually hated himself for making her remember that. He wanted to tear that pain and hurt out of her. He would be her dark Prince-for her.
Anything for you
All without your hurt inside
Will never, never die
I'll be everything you need
I'll believe
All your lies
Just pretend you love me
Make believe
Close your eyes
I'll be anything for you
The Devil was his witness to this, he swore. He looked up-and transformed and flew out to find her-even though there were 6 hours to sunrise.
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Alina sat on a chair, while Karen felt her wrist to see if she had a pulse. She had one.
"So that means...
began Gabriel.
"She will not have such a strong urge to drink from humans, crosses, garlic and holy water won't hurt her- BUT, she will have a vampire's strength."
Ended Carl.
"And how strong are vampires?"
"They have the strength of twenty men."
All turned around to see Velkan Valerious and Cassandra Mouskeri/Shirra in some peasant clothes, standing in the doorway. Cassandra was the speaker.
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EARLIER....
The gypsies driving the dogcart must have had the shock of their lives, to see a young woman dressed in what used to be a fine ballroom gown, along with a half-naked male youth clothed in only what appeared to be part of the girl's dress. What was even more surprising was that the male youth was none other than Prince Velkan Valerious himself. Nevertheless, the gypsies gave them some clothes to wear and a ride home.
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Karen ran to embrace her daughter, in a moment of pure joy. Shirra jerked away.
"Madam, please..."
"Do you not know me?"
"You look so much like me....and yet-I know not...it is as if someone wiped them out..."
Karen sighed-and dropped an old photograph. Shirra picked it up. The picture consisted of a family: A stern older man, a cheerful young woman, with a baby. On it, the words, in lovely copperplate handwriting both Karen and Shirra had:
Michael, Cassandra, and I 1871.
Like a blood transfusion, memories flowed back into her:
"Her as a baby laughing as Mother tickled and cooed at her..."
"She as a little girl of 4 reading..."
"She, at 9, being disciplined by Father for being cheeky-and after he belted her, he hugged her sobbing form...."
"An old song Mother sang to her...
Can you hear the night's deep song?
All the shadows say
Telling you when you're asleep,
Tears will fade away
Dream of morning's golden light
When you and I will leave the night ...
And when the moon is high and bright,
Stars will shine on you
Dream of morning's golden light
When you and I will leave the night...
Make a wish and when you close your eyes
I will come to you
Dream of morning's golden light
When you and I will leave the night...
Make a wish and when you close your eyes
I will come to you..."
"Do you not remember?"
"How could I forget 'Song Of The Sandman', Mother?"
Karen looked up. Mother. Mother. Mother. She said Mother. Neither Madam, nor Karen but...Mother...
"I remember now...."
Tears were rolling down her eyes. She fell into Karen's arms and wept.
"Cassandra...."
Anna wept along with them. Velkan held her. Carl was snivelling-Alina gave him a handkerchief. Gabriel averted his eyes, feeling out of place.Suddenly; he turned to the others,
"Everyone get down-
Too late. The window smashed splinters and glass bits raining all over them. Gabriel had the wind knocked out of him, along with Carl and Velkan.The candles went out-and shrieks and cries followed.
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Shirra/Cassandra tried to open her eyes. It was dark and cold. Where was Mother? Velkan? Alina?
She heard a few voices. She felt her surroundings- wood. She was in a coffin...That meant...
"Welcome back to the world, Shirra my dear."
A/N: The first song was 'Anything For You' by Evanescence and 'Song Of The Sandman' was by Enya.
BTW, whom do you think Shirra should choose? The werewolf-or the Prince of Darkness?
REPLY ASAP!
"All these mixed emotions we keep locked away like stolen pearls.."
-Savage Garden.
Shirra opened her eyes. They were in a cave of sorts. It smelled musty-but there was no other animals in there-save her. It was still dark outside. She winced as she got up-her right and her neck hurt- like Hell. And the smell of wet dog pervaded her senses. She looked down. There was Velkan, resting beside her. Memories came rushing back to her.
"Dracula...Aleera...Verona..the dress...the dance...Velkan..Alina's turning-"
A stab of guilt hit home, like a stake. But she had no choice, she argued, otherwise Dracula and his minions would feed on her....
Tearing off the train from her dress, she wrapped Velkan with it. He looked ruggedly charming, what with a few day's growth on his face, his hair in a mess, and his peaceful expression. She curiously placed her head upon his chest and listened to his heartbeat. Such a lovely tune...it beat with the intensity of a tango. She gently placed her fingers on the same spot to feel the warmth and the beating of his heart-and felt five warm, strong fingers grabbing them. Velkan was awake. Had she been alive, she would be blushing.
"Morning?"
"Its still night...probably 11pm."
Velkan said, not releasing her fingers.
"I swear, I wouldn't turn you, Velkan-
"I know. But why Alina?"
"Actually...I only drank a little from her...before feeding her my blood...I doubt I could have turned her-unless...."
"Unless what?"
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Alina rested in her hunting attire back in the Valerious manor. Karen, Anna and Gabriel were still discussing how to defeat Dracula while Carl watched over her.
"How could Shira, no, Cassandra do that?"
He thought. Perhaps Death would be her only release. But how the Hell do you kill a girl who is as invincible as Dracula himself?
Alina stirred.
"Carl..."
Carl got up and took her hand. Would he love her, vampire or not?
"Yes,"
he said, a little too loud.
"Carl?"
"Yes, Alina?"
"Can you get me some water please?"
"S-sure."
With that, he poured her a glass of cool water and held the glass to her lips.
"Drink slowly,"
He said.
Just then, he tripped and spilled the water all over Alina.
"SORRY!"
he cried out in panic. As he tried to wipe the water from her clothes, he dropped the cloth.
"You...still have a heartbeat..."
"I do?"
Alina placed a hand on her chest.
"But I was bitten-and I took blood from a vampire..."
"That probably makes you a ..."
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"..What?"
"A half-blood. Half-vampire, half-human. Its a rarity."
"So that means she can withstand daylight, and holy water and crosses don't faze her?"
"Yes."
"Interesting."
She put out her hand.
"Shh...I hear something...."
"A dogcart."
"How-
"I can smell the humans and the horses-
"Let's get a lift –quick."
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Dracula gripped the handle of his chair until it broke in his hand. In the other, he held the remnants of Shirra's choker. They truly resembled tears. He remembered her eyes, supposed to be the windows to the Soul: A brown so dark it appeared black. They appeared to be cold and ink dark but if one looked closer, they would see chocolate brown pools filled with warmth. He almost smiled. That described her perfectly. He once looked into her eyes- and saw a lonely girl, misunderstood and a rebel with a cause. She never really understood his hatred for the human race-until one day, when she had smiled at a little girl-and her mother pulled her away, telling her not to talk to strangers. Her smile had died. In frustration, she had cried,
"Why do they hate us so?!"
Dracula simply held her.
Verona disturbed his reverie.
"Why do you obsess over that wretched-
"Don't start."
He hissed.
"Why do you care so much that damned newborn-
"GET OUT!"
She started.
"Tell me why,"
"BECAUSE SHE ISN'T HATEFUL! BECAUSE SHE ISN'T A BETRAYER! AND SHE DOESN'T SPEAK ILL OF OTHERS BEHIND THEIR BACKS!"
Verona whimpered and glided off. Dracula was in no mood to go soothe her. But was she right? WHY did he have feelings for her-besides the urge to deflower her?
She was articulate, unusual, unpredictable, unorthodox- what man would not consider her worthy of his love?
I'd give anything to give me to you
Can you forget the world that you thought you knew
If you want me,
Come and find me
Nothing's stopping you so please release me
He had turned her, made her forget the life she left behind, tried to make her like him-they were so different, yet so alike-...instead she loved him only as a companion-and that damned Velkan...No, to gain the love of Shirra, he could not be damned-he was the luckiest man on Earth (Sorry Mouse-I couldn't resist.).
I'll believe
All your lies
Just pretend you love me
Make believe
Close your eyes
I'll be anything for you
Have you left to make me feel anymore?
There's only you and everyday I need more
If you want me
Come and find me
I'll do anything you say just tell me
I'll believe
All your lies
Just pretend you love me
Make believe
Close your eyes
I'll be anything for you
I'll believe
All your lies
Just pretend you love me
Make believe
Close your eyes
I'll be anything for you
He remembered looking into her eyes after he had pushed her so hard she hit the wall and her head bled. There was pain, anger...and FEAR. He looked even harder, and saw a girl crying while a man thrashed her with his belt. A woman stood to one side, waited for him to exit before hugging the girl and telling her not to be so disobedient next time. He had actually hated himself for making her remember that. He wanted to tear that pain and hurt out of her. He would be her dark Prince-for her.
Anything for you
All without your hurt inside
Will never, never die
I'll be everything you need
I'll believe
All your lies
Just pretend you love me
Make believe
Close your eyes
I'll be anything for you
The Devil was his witness to this, he swore. He looked up-and transformed and flew out to find her-even though there were 6 hours to sunrise.
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Alina sat on a chair, while Karen felt her wrist to see if she had a pulse. She had one.
"So that means...
began Gabriel.
"She will not have such a strong urge to drink from humans, crosses, garlic and holy water won't hurt her- BUT, she will have a vampire's strength."
Ended Carl.
"And how strong are vampires?"
"They have the strength of twenty men."
All turned around to see Velkan Valerious and Cassandra Mouskeri/Shirra in some peasant clothes, standing in the doorway. Cassandra was the speaker.
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EARLIER....
The gypsies driving the dogcart must have had the shock of their lives, to see a young woman dressed in what used to be a fine ballroom gown, along with a half-naked male youth clothed in only what appeared to be part of the girl's dress. What was even more surprising was that the male youth was none other than Prince Velkan Valerious himself. Nevertheless, the gypsies gave them some clothes to wear and a ride home.
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Karen ran to embrace her daughter, in a moment of pure joy. Shirra jerked away.
"Madam, please..."
"Do you not know me?"
"You look so much like me....and yet-I know not...it is as if someone wiped them out..."
Karen sighed-and dropped an old photograph. Shirra picked it up. The picture consisted of a family: A stern older man, a cheerful young woman, with a baby. On it, the words, in lovely copperplate handwriting both Karen and Shirra had:
Michael, Cassandra, and I 1871.
Like a blood transfusion, memories flowed back into her:
"Her as a baby laughing as Mother tickled and cooed at her..."
"She as a little girl of 4 reading..."
"She, at 9, being disciplined by Father for being cheeky-and after he belted her, he hugged her sobbing form...."
"An old song Mother sang to her...
Can you hear the night's deep song?
All the shadows say
Telling you when you're asleep,
Tears will fade away
Dream of morning's golden light
When you and I will leave the night ...
And when the moon is high and bright,
Stars will shine on you
Dream of morning's golden light
When you and I will leave the night...
Make a wish and when you close your eyes
I will come to you
Dream of morning's golden light
When you and I will leave the night...
Make a wish and when you close your eyes
I will come to you..."
"Do you not remember?"
"How could I forget 'Song Of The Sandman', Mother?"
Karen looked up. Mother. Mother. Mother. She said Mother. Neither Madam, nor Karen but...Mother...
"I remember now...."
Tears were rolling down her eyes. She fell into Karen's arms and wept.
"Cassandra...."
Anna wept along with them. Velkan held her. Carl was snivelling-Alina gave him a handkerchief. Gabriel averted his eyes, feeling out of place.Suddenly; he turned to the others,
"Everyone get down-
Too late. The window smashed splinters and glass bits raining all over them. Gabriel had the wind knocked out of him, along with Carl and Velkan.The candles went out-and shrieks and cries followed.
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Shirra/Cassandra tried to open her eyes. It was dark and cold. Where was Mother? Velkan? Alina?
She heard a few voices. She felt her surroundings- wood. She was in a coffin...That meant...
"Welcome back to the world, Shirra my dear."
A/N: The first song was 'Anything For You' by Evanescence and 'Song Of The Sandman' was by Enya.
BTW, whom do you think Shirra should choose? The werewolf-or the Prince of Darkness?
REPLY ASAP!