Disclaimer- None of this is mine; once again, it all belongs to the people who made the movie.
That night was quiet and a strong wind was coming in from the North. My windows constantly rattled from the old latch that kept them shut, so I had to wake up every half hour or so to close them. I slept very little that night, laying there with my eyes wide open thinking about what happened when I left Helga's house. The man was vaguely familiar, like I had seen him in a vision or remembered him from when I was very small. The more I thought, the more I tossed and turned. I finally was so sick of trying to fall asleep that I sat up and read a book.
That window was rattling again, but I was reading Romeo and Juliet so I didn't bother to get up. I began to shiver as something blew back my dark hair, something like wind. I glanced toward the window, but it was already shut. I set my book down in my lap slipped out of bed.
"Hello?" I asked with a hoarse voice, "Hello?" I heard the whip of a cloak behind me, jumped around, but no one was there. "Please," I whimpered, "Show yourself."
No response. I held my rosary around my neck and looked around with the candle in my left hand. Suddenly, all of the lights in the room lit up in a flash and the man I saw this evening stood by the fireplace.
"Put that thing down, Alexia," he said coldly, "You won't need it." The candle stick's flame blew out and was slapped out of my hands by some unseen hand.
"Get out," I commanded bravely, but I was very afraid.
He laughed as he gazed at the fire, "Do you know who I am?"
I gaped down at the floor, "No, so please just leave me alone." I then scowled at him and snarled, "I'm not afraid of you!"
"Good, there is no need to be," he said as he took a step forward, I drew back, "I believe we got off on the wrong start. Allow me to introduce myself." He gave a deep bow, letting his dark hair brush up against his pale face. "I am Count Vladislaus Dracula."
I held my rosary up even higher; I have heard such horrible stories of him. He was the son of the Devil, condemned to a life of draining the blood of others. I gulped, "If... you seek a new bride; then look for her somewhere else. I am not nearly..." he stepped toward me as I kept moving back, "as gorgeous as some women. I...I....am only here to visit my family."
"What family?" he asked raising his eyebrows, "You have no family Alexia, I know."
I stopped and then stared at him with a confused look, "How?"
"I know many things," he replied coolly, "Such as your nightmares. Horrific scenes of terrible creatures, dreadful images...."
I cupped my hand over my mouth, "Please don't bring me back to them. I have no family and I thought...." I paused, and then remembered the conversation I had with Carl before I left. My real father had slain Dracula and went off and married my mother. He was then killed in a terrible accident in Cairo when I was only two years old. What was Dracula doing back?
"I thought," I continued, catching my breath, "That my father killed you."
"He did," said Dracula calmly, "And when I was sent back into the wretched fires of Hell, the Devil promised that I would return to Earth as an immortal on the seventh day of his first child's twentieth year. Ah! But there is more, and when I did return, she was to regain her memory of her past in visions and be sent here. Then I would take her as my new bride."
His eyes turned an unearthly icy blue, and I felt myself pulled into him. I wanted so badly to run as fast as I could, but all I could do was stand there and watch his canines grow into large fangs. He latched onto my neck and I felt the life being sucked out of me, my blood rushing up to my neck and my fingers losing their warmth. I felt no anger, nor love. I felt hollow again as I passed into a deep sleep to the beating of wings.