Chapter Thirteen

Poison snuck through one of the back doors of the castle as not to call attention to herself. She began to walk to the main area of the castle, hiding in the shadows as not to call attention to herself, but she became distracted by the commotion in one of the smaller rooms. The room was bustling with activity. Dracula was ordering his werger around the place they were working on some large machine. In the corner of the room Dracula's brides were all cuddled up whining about something. Anna seemed to have fit in quite well, as she was now wearing the exact same outfit Marishka had once worn. Poison shook her head. 'Do they not feel the pain of loss?'

"What the hell is going on?" Poison asked no one in particular.

Dracula must have heard her as he turned towards she was standing, not wanting to confront him just yet, Poison moved out of his view. Dracula turned back to the machine.

"Master please, last time was a failure. I do not want to suffer through our failure again," Verona winged to Dracula.

Anna seemed to have been accepted by Verona and Aleera quite quickly. She was now one of them. For a brief moment Poison envied her, the fact that she was so easily accepted by everyone. Anna seemed to know more about what was going on than Poison did, Poison hoped that she could get some information out of her. Even though Poison was an outcast, she hoped that in this state Anna may be more co-operative.

"Anna." Poison mumbled coming up behind Anna who was now standing away from Dracula's other brides, "What's going on?"

Anna turned and cuddled into Poison, Poison stood confused. She was the outcast so why was Anna hugging her.

"Oh Poison he's going to try and bring them to life again," she whimpered.

Poison pushed Anna off of her and held her by her shoulders. "Who? Or what is he trying to bring to life?"

"His children. Oh Poor Verona and Aleera, I cannot imagine the pain they must feel after so many failures."

Poison looked up to find Dracula, she left Anna winging where she was. Verona and Aleera were clinging to Dracula trying to persuade him to change his mind, but he just shoved them off. They ran back to Anna and continued to whine.

Poison remembered one of Dracula's failed attempts to bring his children to life, as Poison had miscarried her third child that day. Dracula seemed to gain pleasure knowing that Poison lost her child the same day he lost his.

"I don't know why you bother," Poison muttered walking up to Dracula.

"What do you want?" he grumbled back. Poison didn't want to push him too much in case he had remembered what had happened between them. She did not want to think about that ever again.

"Well I don't think you should bother. I lost my children. I mourned and got over it. You should do the same, you are just causing yourself more grief."

"What do you know? Hmmm? You know nothing about life and I will have life for my children," he growled never even looking at her.

"I don't see the point. You can never love them. Not like you loved her."

The last sentence just flew out of Poison's mouth; she slapped her hand over her mouth angry that she had lost control of her body again.

"What are you talking about? I've never loved anyone, it is a meaningless emotion and would provide me little benefit."

Poison stared at Dracula. She was confused, he was either lying or she was going insane. Or maybe it was a little of both. Poison studied Dracula for a moment, and in doing so felt horrible emotional pain. She didn't know if this was radiating from Dracula or that the woman was sharing her pain with Poison. Whatever it was she couldn't bare it. She raced out of the room and flew out of the castle; she needed to get away again.

As Poison ran out, Dracula turned to watch her go, a look of confusion and concern on his face. He was worried about her; he had always worried about her safety. From the day she was born, it was something not even he could explain

Poison reached the village; it was much darker than before as the sun had completely set. People were wandering around like usual, which added to Poison's thoughts, that she was going insane.

She landed in the hiding spot Dracula had shown her, watching the villagers. Although the thought of food made her feel queasy, she believed that she would be better off if she fed. She was just about to turn into a bat, ready for attack when her vision changed.

She was in a church getting married to Dracula, except there was only Dracula, the priest and herself in the room. After the kiss between them that consummated the marriage, her vision changed again. Dracula was in a small hut rushing around in panic, and old woman walked out of a side room and into the room Dracula was in, he stood up waiting for her to say something to him. She didn't, she grabbed some towels and raced back into the room.

A horrible scream filled Poison's ears and Dracula went running into the side room. Poison saw herself laying on a bed, sweaty and completely exhausted, the old woman turned to Dracula and handed him a baby, their baby. A huge smile filled his face and Poison noticed a few tears of joy fall down his face; he brought the baby over to Poison and kissed her on the lips, then looked back to their daughter.

"What are we going to call her?" he asked looking at his wife.

"Ebony." Poison replied, "Look at her hair, its just like yours."

The baby had thick black hair, like her father, so the name Ebony suited her perfectly.

"She's beautiful, like her mother," Dracula mumbled playing with Ebony's tiny fingers.

Her vision changed again, now she was running. Dracula was holding ebony in his arms; she looked about two years old and was pulling Poison along with him. Suddenly Poison heard people shouting, her vision changed again.

She was back in the Transylvanian village, yet she was in the air. She looked around wondering how this had happened, when something hit her and smashed. It was a bottle of some sort, and when it smashed against her it had splashed a bright blue liquid all over her. She looked down. Van Helsing was standing in the middle of the courtyard staring at her with a smile on his face. Carl was standing next to him, a look of fear and hope on his face.

"This can't be good," Poison muttered.

Suddenly she lost all feeling in her body, she was no longer able to move, she plummeted out of the sky and landed before Van Helsing. Poison tried everything to move, but she couldn't even blink, suddenly an intense pain came over her and she blacked out.