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Sarah breathed hard and silently as Dracula entered the room. Her heart was pumping so hard and fast, she thought it might burst out of her chest. Something about him made her feel uncomfortable. Was it that he was a vampire? Was it that he changes to a 15 foot bat whenever he's about to attack? No. All the others were like that. But of all the vampires she has seen, he was the worst of them all.
"I can tell the character of a man by the beating of his heart," Dracula informed.
Sarah started to panic, while beads of sweat dripped down her face. His voice was spine-chilling and cold. Her breathing started to go faster and raspy. She had to cover her own mouth to keep herself quiet.
"When I get closer," Dracula started clapping is hands in a heart beat growing faster. "I could almost dance to it," The clapping started to go slower. "Strange that yours is so steady and calm,"
Sarah raised an eyebrow. Sure he was talking about someone's heart beat but whose? She put a hand to her chest. It definitely wasn't hers.
"But what is this I hear?" asked Dracula aloud.
Sarah's head jolted back. He was still playing his little game.
"I hear another heartbeat,"
Sarah let out a silent gasp. Dracula started clapping his hands to a fast heartbeat. Sarah put her hand on her chest again. Her heart was exactly the same as Dracula's clapping! There was no where to run. No where to hide. She hugged her knees tighter, and buried her face, shaking with fear. The footsteps grew louder to her hiding place, and she let out a tiny whimper. She didn't see, but she knew that Dracula was right behind her. His cold stare sent icicles in her blood and she started to shake even more. She could feel his pale hands on her shoulders tight, and she was pulled up off the ground. Strangely, she was standing in the foyer alone with Dracula. She started backing away and a cold smile spreaded across his face.
"Young Sarah Valerious. Last time I saw you it was 13 years ago, when you were just a tiny baby," he said in a sing song voice.
"Really? I wondered why you didn't keep me posted. But since now I know, I'll just be going before my mother grounds me for life," Sarah lied laughing nervously.
"But since you are here, I believe we can have a small party to welcome you here,"
Sarah was still backing away as Dracula's fangs grew longer. Her face went pale as a ghost. He wanted to bite her!
"Over my dead body!" she screamed.
"That can be arranged. In fact why don't we arrange it right now?"
Fear was swelling up inside Sarah right now, all the way from her stomach to her throat. She could barely speak. She could barely move.
"Van Helsing..." she managed in a soft voice.
As soon as Sarah's cry for help sounded, Van Helsing dropped in, turned Dracula around, and shoved a silver stake in his heart. He said a Latin phrase while repenting, and rushed toward Sarah. Her pale face was wet with sweat, and her mouth was open, and she couldn't move. He shook her softly, and when she finally came to her senses, she almost collapsed. Van Helsing broke her fall, and picked her up.
"Hello Gabriel," said Dracula with a smile on his face.
Sarah looked at Dracula then at Van Helsing. Did they know each other? And why did Dracula call Van Helsing Gabriel? She always thought of Van Helsing as, well, Van Helsing. Dracula merely looked at them then pulled the stake out. Sarah shook her head. That stake should've killed him, along with the rest of his brides, and his brats.
"Is this your silver stake?" he asked throwing it away on the floor.
Dracula looked at them and saw that they were confused. Van Helsing especially.
"You don't remember do you?" he asked taking off his cloak.
"Exactly, what is it, I should be remembering?" Van Helsing asked putting Sarah down and pulling her with him.
"You are the great Van Helsing. Trained by monks and mullahs from Tibet to Istanbul. But like me, hunted by all others,"
"The Order knows all about you so I guess it's no surprise you know all about me,"
"Oh, but it's much more than that Gabriel. We have such history, you and I. I know why you have such horrible nightmares. The horrific scenes of ancient battles past,"
Sarah suddenly felt Van Helsing move a bit closer.
"How do you know me?" he asked curious.
What was he thinking? Was he crazy? Sarah wanted to scream out and say "Hello! You're talking to a real live dead person here, who we've been hunting for more than 500 years! We'd like you to kill him now!" but she didn't. She was still puzzled. Suddenly, from far away, they both heard a scream.
"Mom," Sarah whispered
Dracula acted like he didn't hear anything, and walked toward them.
"So, would you like me to refresh your memory? Give you a few details from your sordid past?" he asked.
Van Helsing dug into his coat pocket and yanked out a large, silver crucifix. Dracula grasped it, and it turned to flames. He let out a screech that was more inhumane than the brides' screams. Sarah covered her ears hard, closing her eyes. This was too much. Van Helping let go of the crucifix as it melted from the fire. Dracula let out a chuckle.
"I guess that's a conversation for another time," he said. "But before you go, let me reintroduce myself," Bowing theatrically, he said: "I am Count Vladislaus Dragulia. Born 1432. Murdered 1462,"
Sarah gulped as his teeth bore fangs again. Another inhumane scream sounded, but this time it drew Dracula's attention. When he wasn't looking, Van Helsing and Sarah took each other's hand and ran to the dumbwaiter shaft. They climbed in, cut the cable, and held on as they shot up to the next floor. When Sarah somersaulted out of it, she spotted her mother wrestling with the werewolf. She raced towards her as Anna pulled away from the werewolf. She met up with them.
"I think we've overstayed our welcome," said Van Helsing.
The group ran out of the laboratory and onto the roof. Sarah stumbled a little bit on the edge. It was a dead end.
"Great. This is how it ends: Getting killed by my uncle that's turned into a werewolf, with my mom, and a legendary monster hunter, that everyone assumes is a murderer," she said sarcastically
As Sarah said this, Van Helsing took out a squat gun, squeezed the trigger, and a wire with a hook shot out, and embedded itself in a tree across the moat. Sarah saw what he was doing, and hung onto him as the swung across escaping from the clutches of vampires, werewolves, dwergers, and that thuggish creature Sarah saw on her way out. They landed on the ground safely as it started to rain, and ran far away. Sarah ran the fastest, for a few reasons:
1: Whenever her heart is pumping hard, she always runs around like a hyper child 2: She loves running in the rain (A/N: I got that idea from Hillary Duff's music video "Come Clean" 3: She was scared to death!
On the way to an old abandoned windmill that was ripped to shreds a year ago, she could hear her mother scolding Van Helsing.
"A stake? A crucifix? What did you think? That we haven't tried the obvious? We've shot him, stabbed him, clubbed him, doused him with holy water, staked him through the heart, and still he lives! Don't you understand? No one knows how to kill Dracula," Anna scolded
"I could've used that information a little bit earlier," Van Helsing smirked.
"Oh, don't give me that look,"
Sarah watched as her mother turned away. Then something caught her eye. A bottle of absinthe was lying on the ground in the dirt. It was closed and the alcohol was still inside. With a mischievous grin on her face, she picked it up and twisted the cork off. Before she could bring it to her lips, her mother spoke.
"You were right," she said. "He isn't my brother anymore. He isn't Sarah's uncle. I should've allowed you to kill him when you wanted to,"
Sarah stared at Anna then at the bottle she held in her hands. With a pout on her face, she turned the bottle over and let the liquid spill. Drowning herself in beer wasn't going to solve her teenage problems.
"Do you have any family Mr. Van Helsing?" asked Anna as Sarah came up.
"I'm no sure. I hope to find out someday. It's what keeps me going," said Van Helsing uncorking a bottle.
As soon as Van Helsing got the absinthe open, Anna took it from her hands.
"Here's to what keeps you going," she toasted before bringing it to your lips.
"Absinthe. Strong stuff," warned Van Helsing
Anna just smiled and took a sip. Sarah watched as Van Helsing took his sip, and watched the two soon-to-be love birds. Suddenly the floor collapsed and they fell in a hole in total darkness.
Sarah breathed hard and silently as Dracula entered the room. Her heart was pumping so hard and fast, she thought it might burst out of her chest. Something about him made her feel uncomfortable. Was it that he was a vampire? Was it that he changes to a 15 foot bat whenever he's about to attack? No. All the others were like that. But of all the vampires she has seen, he was the worst of them all.
"I can tell the character of a man by the beating of his heart," Dracula informed.
Sarah started to panic, while beads of sweat dripped down her face. His voice was spine-chilling and cold. Her breathing started to go faster and raspy. She had to cover her own mouth to keep herself quiet.
"When I get closer," Dracula started clapping is hands in a heart beat growing faster. "I could almost dance to it," The clapping started to go slower. "Strange that yours is so steady and calm,"
Sarah raised an eyebrow. Sure he was talking about someone's heart beat but whose? She put a hand to her chest. It definitely wasn't hers.
"But what is this I hear?" asked Dracula aloud.
Sarah's head jolted back. He was still playing his little game.
"I hear another heartbeat,"
Sarah let out a silent gasp. Dracula started clapping his hands to a fast heartbeat. Sarah put her hand on her chest again. Her heart was exactly the same as Dracula's clapping! There was no where to run. No where to hide. She hugged her knees tighter, and buried her face, shaking with fear. The footsteps grew louder to her hiding place, and she let out a tiny whimper. She didn't see, but she knew that Dracula was right behind her. His cold stare sent icicles in her blood and she started to shake even more. She could feel his pale hands on her shoulders tight, and she was pulled up off the ground. Strangely, she was standing in the foyer alone with Dracula. She started backing away and a cold smile spreaded across his face.
"Young Sarah Valerious. Last time I saw you it was 13 years ago, when you were just a tiny baby," he said in a sing song voice.
"Really? I wondered why you didn't keep me posted. But since now I know, I'll just be going before my mother grounds me for life," Sarah lied laughing nervously.
"But since you are here, I believe we can have a small party to welcome you here,"
Sarah was still backing away as Dracula's fangs grew longer. Her face went pale as a ghost. He wanted to bite her!
"Over my dead body!" she screamed.
"That can be arranged. In fact why don't we arrange it right now?"
Fear was swelling up inside Sarah right now, all the way from her stomach to her throat. She could barely speak. She could barely move.
"Van Helsing..." she managed in a soft voice.
As soon as Sarah's cry for help sounded, Van Helsing dropped in, turned Dracula around, and shoved a silver stake in his heart. He said a Latin phrase while repenting, and rushed toward Sarah. Her pale face was wet with sweat, and her mouth was open, and she couldn't move. He shook her softly, and when she finally came to her senses, she almost collapsed. Van Helsing broke her fall, and picked her up.
"Hello Gabriel," said Dracula with a smile on his face.
Sarah looked at Dracula then at Van Helsing. Did they know each other? And why did Dracula call Van Helsing Gabriel? She always thought of Van Helsing as, well, Van Helsing. Dracula merely looked at them then pulled the stake out. Sarah shook her head. That stake should've killed him, along with the rest of his brides, and his brats.
"Is this your silver stake?" he asked throwing it away on the floor.
Dracula looked at them and saw that they were confused. Van Helsing especially.
"You don't remember do you?" he asked taking off his cloak.
"Exactly, what is it, I should be remembering?" Van Helsing asked putting Sarah down and pulling her with him.
"You are the great Van Helsing. Trained by monks and mullahs from Tibet to Istanbul. But like me, hunted by all others,"
"The Order knows all about you so I guess it's no surprise you know all about me,"
"Oh, but it's much more than that Gabriel. We have such history, you and I. I know why you have such horrible nightmares. The horrific scenes of ancient battles past,"
Sarah suddenly felt Van Helsing move a bit closer.
"How do you know me?" he asked curious.
What was he thinking? Was he crazy? Sarah wanted to scream out and say "Hello! You're talking to a real live dead person here, who we've been hunting for more than 500 years! We'd like you to kill him now!" but she didn't. She was still puzzled. Suddenly, from far away, they both heard a scream.
"Mom," Sarah whispered
Dracula acted like he didn't hear anything, and walked toward them.
"So, would you like me to refresh your memory? Give you a few details from your sordid past?" he asked.
Van Helsing dug into his coat pocket and yanked out a large, silver crucifix. Dracula grasped it, and it turned to flames. He let out a screech that was more inhumane than the brides' screams. Sarah covered her ears hard, closing her eyes. This was too much. Van Helping let go of the crucifix as it melted from the fire. Dracula let out a chuckle.
"I guess that's a conversation for another time," he said. "But before you go, let me reintroduce myself," Bowing theatrically, he said: "I am Count Vladislaus Dragulia. Born 1432. Murdered 1462,"
Sarah gulped as his teeth bore fangs again. Another inhumane scream sounded, but this time it drew Dracula's attention. When he wasn't looking, Van Helsing and Sarah took each other's hand and ran to the dumbwaiter shaft. They climbed in, cut the cable, and held on as they shot up to the next floor. When Sarah somersaulted out of it, she spotted her mother wrestling with the werewolf. She raced towards her as Anna pulled away from the werewolf. She met up with them.
"I think we've overstayed our welcome," said Van Helsing.
The group ran out of the laboratory and onto the roof. Sarah stumbled a little bit on the edge. It was a dead end.
"Great. This is how it ends: Getting killed by my uncle that's turned into a werewolf, with my mom, and a legendary monster hunter, that everyone assumes is a murderer," she said sarcastically
As Sarah said this, Van Helsing took out a squat gun, squeezed the trigger, and a wire with a hook shot out, and embedded itself in a tree across the moat. Sarah saw what he was doing, and hung onto him as the swung across escaping from the clutches of vampires, werewolves, dwergers, and that thuggish creature Sarah saw on her way out. They landed on the ground safely as it started to rain, and ran far away. Sarah ran the fastest, for a few reasons:
1: Whenever her heart is pumping hard, she always runs around like a hyper child 2: She loves running in the rain (A/N: I got that idea from Hillary Duff's music video "Come Clean" 3: She was scared to death!
On the way to an old abandoned windmill that was ripped to shreds a year ago, she could hear her mother scolding Van Helsing.
"A stake? A crucifix? What did you think? That we haven't tried the obvious? We've shot him, stabbed him, clubbed him, doused him with holy water, staked him through the heart, and still he lives! Don't you understand? No one knows how to kill Dracula," Anna scolded
"I could've used that information a little bit earlier," Van Helsing smirked.
"Oh, don't give me that look,"
Sarah watched as her mother turned away. Then something caught her eye. A bottle of absinthe was lying on the ground in the dirt. It was closed and the alcohol was still inside. With a mischievous grin on her face, she picked it up and twisted the cork off. Before she could bring it to her lips, her mother spoke.
"You were right," she said. "He isn't my brother anymore. He isn't Sarah's uncle. I should've allowed you to kill him when you wanted to,"
Sarah stared at Anna then at the bottle she held in her hands. With a pout on her face, she turned the bottle over and let the liquid spill. Drowning herself in beer wasn't going to solve her teenage problems.
"Do you have any family Mr. Van Helsing?" asked Anna as Sarah came up.
"I'm no sure. I hope to find out someday. It's what keeps me going," said Van Helsing uncorking a bottle.
As soon as Van Helsing got the absinthe open, Anna took it from her hands.
"Here's to what keeps you going," she toasted before bringing it to your lips.
"Absinthe. Strong stuff," warned Van Helsing
Anna just smiled and took a sip. Sarah watched as Van Helsing took his sip, and watched the two soon-to-be love birds. Suddenly the floor collapsed and they fell in a hole in total darkness.