FASH: Sorry I kind of killed Anna and Gabirel off, but.... Um... Uhhh... Okay, I have no excuse, but anyways, moving on! Here's the second chapter, and hopefully it will be more interesting that the first chapter... Fun.

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Dracula soared over the village close to castle Frankenstein. (I have no clue what the village's name is.) Although he really doubted he would ever find a suitable bride in the filthy little town, but you never know, there could be a diamond in the rough buried somewhere within the scum. The sun was soon going to rise up, but that didn't matter, he was the first vampire and didn't hold the weaknesses of the ones he turned, he could stand the sunlight, it may burn at his eyes a little, but it wasn't going to make him into a pile of ashes.

Anka woke up, drenched in a cold sweat, she dreamed of the night her parents died, it had been a bright night, a beautiful sunset, the soft calls of Larks and Owls as they awoke from their daily slumber. Her mother and father had gone out for a nightly walk, when they had been shot for no reason, by a man, Anka had not been far behind her parents and she had shot the man with the gun she carried around with her. But the fact remained, the great Gabriel and Anna Van Helsing had died, leaving, leaving their only child only in the world, and Anka could still remember their last words to her.

Flashback

"Anka, we will always... Love you..." Anna's eyes were glossy and dark as the tears of her daughter hit her face.

"Don't... Cry Anka.... We'll always.... Be watching... Over you." Gabriel said as he stroked his daughters cheek before his hand fell away and his eyes went dark.

End Flashback

Anka had cried silently in the street, then she heard the sound of footsteps and she knew she had to get away, she would not be forgiven for killing a man, no matter what he did, so she ran, and soon after her parents funeral, she went back to the place where she had spent the first few years of her life, the years that were always so happy.

"Mother, father, I wish you were here to guide me through life, but I shall take comfort in the knowledge that you are watching over me." She carefully got out of the bed, putting her ring and crucifix back on, lighting a candle and making her way through the castle, towards the room where the map stood, the doorway to Dracula's lair. She lit the fireplace and began reading a book called Mythical Creatures, her eyes every once in a while looking up to observe the map. 'I've always wanted to travel to see Dracula's lair, even as a child, but mother and father forbid me. I'm a grown woman now, I can take care of myself, and I won't be there long....'

Dracula's keen eyes caught light coming from a very surprising source. 'The Van Helsing's left the palace years ago, why is there light coming from the windows?' He decided to check it out and he swooped down to the front door, changing back to his human form and entering the front door. 'I hear the heart beat, it's steady, but it won't be for long.'

Anka had said the words and the map had disappeared into a glimmering mirror and she was about to enter the portal, but then she heard something behind her. 'Just breath steadily, breath.' She slowly turned, but saw nothing. 'Where did it go?'

"And who are you to be in this castle?" Asked a rich voice with a heavy Transylvanian accent. Anka quickly turned around, hand in a fist ready to punch, but before it hit its target that hand of the man had wrapped around her wrist.

"That wasn't very nice." The man commented and Anka stepped back, ripping her hand from the man's grip and she surveyed the man's appearance. Electric blue eyes, black hair tied back, a pale completion and dark clothing.

"Who are you?" She asked, her own light accent rushing over Dracula's ears and making him smirk. "I do believe it would be good to know who you are, after all, you are trespassing on property owned by the, Van Helsings." Dracula spat the name out like a curse.

"I am not trespassing on this property!" Anka practically yelled at the man, point her finger at him. "It is you who are trespassing! This palace belongs to my family!" Dracula was about to talk back, when he saw the ring, (The one ring.) Gabriel's ring.

"Where did you get that?" He asked quietly, eyes darkening to a midnight blue.

"It was my father's." Anka said as she looked at the ring sadly, not noticing the look going over Dracula's face.

"So you are a Van Helsing." He said darkly and Anka just smirked, raising an eyebrow. "I think we've sorted that out, now, who are you?" It was Dracula's turn to smirk as he replied. "I was an old, friend, of your father." He let his fangs grow and peek out from under his lips and he was amused to find that her heart beat increased slightly, but not nearly as much as a normal person.

"You're Dracula! But, you, you're dead!" Anka stepped back slightly, trying to put more distance between her and the undead count.

"Think again, little one." The count then began taking in her appearance, the hair and face of her mother, the eyes of her father, she was actually quite beautiful, maybe even more that Anna, Dracula smirked to himself. 'I think I've found myself my new bride.'

FASH: Ooohhh, cliffy, kind of, anyways, I keep saying that Dracula smirks, because I can't really imagine him smiling, yet, he can actually smile later on in the story. Anyways, review my lovelies. REVIEW!