Abraham drummed his fingers against the windowsill, debating whether to search for Ena, or trust Anna had found her and was trying to console her. Abraham slammed his other fist against the wall and began toward the door. Half way across the room he stopped. No, he should have faith in Anna, she will find her. He scratched his neck and began to walk back to the windowsill. Anna an Ena never did really get along. Abraham's moments of confusion and questioning were quickly put to rest when he heard slow trudging footsteps come toward the door. Moments later, Anna and Ena came into the study, booth had red rimmed eyes and where slightly dusty. Ena looked up at Abraham and rushed over to him, and he quickly embraced her. She held on to him and buried his face in his chest. She loved the way he always smelled and it comforted her. Leather, horses, and other unrecognizable smells blended together giving off one of the few memorable things Ena had. Abraham kissed the crown of her head and held her tightly. When they finally did pull apart, Ena looked bleary eyed at Carl.
"This still leaves us with one question. Why does Dracula not kill Abraham when he has the chance?" Carl scuttled to the pile of books, and began searching for an answer. A silence hung over the room, which no one could escape and it seemed to smother Ena. Anna suddenly raised her hand.
"Wait. I think Dracula does not wish to kill Van Helsing...yet" Anna rushed to the window and looked up to the bleak castle on top of the towering cliffs. Anna turned back to the waiting trio.
"Dracula is beginning to become desperate to find a life for his children. He has tried everything, vampires, werewolves, and mortals. He is running out of producers." Ena slowly began to piece the bits together. She chewed her lip thoughtfully.
"He wants to try and use Abraham as a life source for his children." Ena said quietly. Anna nodded.
"To use the life that took his own, to give life to his offspring." Anna said. Carl scratched his head.
"Of course that would make sense, but what is he waiting for?" Anna shrugged and sat back down.
"My guess is that it is because he does not know where we are." Anna suggested, peering into the darkness of her vast library. Ena felt the hairs on the back of her neck tingle. She looked up at the window.
"Yes he does." At that moment the window shattered and they all ducked, shielding their heads from flying glass, and rain. The three brides swooped through the jagged opening, laughing hysterically. Abraham shoved Ena to the floor behind him and raised his crossbow, while Anna drew a pistol, but they were quickly knocked from their hands. Carl dived behind his desk, quaking. One bride landed in front of Van Helsing and began to advance on him. Another snarled at the first.
"Leave him for now, just get the girl" She hissed. Abraham stood unmovable, in front of Ena. The third bride dipped and caught Abraham with a blow to his chest sending him flying across the room. He slipped to the ground and lay still. Ena ran forward and crouched in front of Abraham. Before she could wake him, the dark haired bride grasped Ena under the armpits and took flight out the window, into the pouring rains. Laughing, the two others followed. Ena kicked and struggled, but ceased when the bride's talons contracted, piercing her flesh. Ena looked up into the cold flashing eyes of the gruesome bride.
"Don't struggle my dear, we wouldn't want to drop you." Cackling, she released Ena and sent her plummeting to the ground. Ena gave a short shriek, but was soon caught in the talons of another bride. The brides all laughed and the current carrier of Ena propelled her into the air. Ena grunted as another caught her. The torture continued util they sailed around the black towers of castle Dracula. This was the end of their little game for they soared effortlessly over a balcony, and into a room where they dropped Ena. Ena groaned as she hit the smooth marble floor with a sodden slap. They sneered and hissed, then soon took flight to their own lodgings. Ena rolled to her knees and clutched her rib, which had flared in pain during her flight. Ena peered into the black of the room and prayed she was alone. Her prayers went unanswered. A fire suddenly roared to life not a few feet away in a fireplace. Ena gasped and scuttled away. It was then she heard quiet laughter.
"No, no, no, my dear. That fire is meant for you." Ena yelped as an invisible force drove her toward the leaping flames, stopping only a few inches away. Ena looked over her shoulder, looking for the speaker, but saw no one. As she turned back to the flames, she saw Dracula leaning in a bored fashion against the fireplace mantle. She winced.
"I hate it when you do that." She snapped. Dracula chuckled darkly.
"But my dear, it is so much...fun." With that he disappeared, then reappeared directly in front of her. The surprise knocked Ena back onto her elbows, and Dracula laughed. He stroked the wounds on her neck and smiled sadly.
"I'm sorry, my darling. But this time, there can be no delay." He whispered. Before his fangs could grow, Ena began to speak.
"Why do you want to do this to me?" Dracula cocked his head to one side.
"I thought that the answer to that was obvious. You are my daughter, and you shall last with me, until the time I die." Ena bit the inside of her cheek nervously.
"If you die, I will die." Dracula smiled and nodded.
"It's all part of my plan, my dear. If he kills me, Abraham would be killing you as well. We know he wouldn't ever do that." But now he seemed to be growing impatient. When she opened her mouth to speak again he place two fingers on her lips.
"You can ask me all the questions you want, after your dead." Then his face changed to a hideous monster's and before Ena could scream, he plunged his fangs deep into her neck. Ena clutched his shoulders and found she could not move. Her face twisted in pain, and she gasped for breath. Then all faded into darkness.