FASH: Here's Dracula! Who is the sexiest creature on earth! Yep, defiantly, who ever thought the undead could look so great! Anyways, yea, on with the fic!

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Anka tried to keep herself from shaking, really she did, but she couldn't help it! All her life she believed her father was one of the most powerful people in the world, he took on Mr. Hyde, the wolfman, Dracula and many other evil beings, but he always won against them, but now her father's most powerful enemy was standing in front of her, alive, well, as a live as the undead could possibly get.

"What do you want?" She asked and was very proud when her voice was steady, but she knew that she lacked the self confidence she needed to go against Dracula, especially when he gave her a cynical smile (Ha! I didn't say smirk!) and answered. "You." He began turning in the winged beast and Anka began to run, but she wasn't fast enough to outrun Dracula's winged form and she was gripped in its talons.

"Let me go!" She demanded and she tried scratching and clawing at the legs of the beast, but Dracula did not drop his prey and he quickly flew into the mirror that Anka had opened up. 'This shall prove to be rather amusing.'

And poor Anka, not being able to withhold all the shock, promptly fell unconscious.

Anka awoke in a huge bedroom chamber on a four poster bed with crimson sheets, the dark walls of rock seemed to taunt her with their rough surfaces, they seemed to make the room even darker. "I feel like I'm lying in a pool of my own blood." She said softly as she carefully got out of the bed, trying not to make any noise, her father had told her about how advanced Dracula's scenes seemed to be and she was very wary. "I'm such an idiot! I shouldn't have opened the portal in the mirror, I shouldn't have asked him who he was, and I shouldn't have come here in the first place." She rested her hand against the door and pushed it open a crack, scanning the halls to see if there was anyone who would see her. Pleased that no one was in eyeshot, she stepped out of the room, her internal clock telling her it was about one o clock in the afternoon. If Dracula was like a normal vampire, then he should be asleep in some coffin right about now. 'Time to make a break for it.'

Dracula was awoken by the sounds of soft footfall coming from outside his door, and a racing heartbeat to go along with it, it was not a Dwergi, they had heavy steps and steady heartbeats, which meant it was none other than the Van Helsing girl. 'Trying to escape are you? Well, it's not so easy to get out of Dracula's lair, but it's been a long time since I've had a good chase, I'll give her a head start.' He smirked and he heard the footfalls get further and further away until they totally disappeared. "And now, it's time to start the hunt."

Anka was, sadly to say, hopelessly lost. "FUCK! How do you get out of this place!" She asked as she shook her fist to the highly arched ceiling.

"You are not supposed to get out of this place." Anka had nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the reply and she slowly turned to see Dracula standing right behind her. 'Shit! I thought he was asleep!' She carefully took one slow step back, before turning and practically flinging herself down the hallways. She looked behind her to see if Dracula was following her, only to bump into something. She fell back onto the floor and fearfully looked up at what she had bumped into, Dracula. 'He's really fast.' "What do you want?!" She yelled up at him as his face seemed to loom closer to hers.

Dracula bent down, crouching, so that they were eye to eye. "I believe we had this conversation before, and I told you my answer." He ran his hand through her wavy hair, and brought her face even closer to his own. "My answer, was you." Anka blinked for a moment, before she did the only logical thing that came to mind, she kicked him, hard, in the groin. He may not be human, but he was still a guy, and as he doubled over in pain she got up and took off.

'She's got passion, like her mother.' Dracula smirked (Yes, again.) and chuckled dryly. 'But unlike her mother, she will be mine.'

Anka stopped, she had been running for at least twenty minutes and she was out of breath, but somehow, she knew that Dracula was going to catch up with her. 'I hate super human beings, and undead beings, and all other evil beings that can run faster than me.' She narrowed her eyes and began to run again. 'He's probably toying with me, stupid basterd.'

Dracula watched Anka run from his perch on the ceiling. "Now now, little Van Helsing, do you really think you can run away?" He asked as he dropped from the ceiling and landed in front of her.

Anka glared at the man in front of her. "Anka Van Helsing never gives up!" She drew a knife out of her boot and held it in front of Dracula threateningly, even thought she knew it wouldn't hurt him. "Now step aside."

"Anka, is it? Well, if I know your father, which I do, then you'll know that it is useless to try and kill me. Now, get ride of the knife, and let's talk." Anka didn't put the knife down and Dracula sighed, and with a roll of his eyes he grabbed the knife by the blade and threw it away. "Fine then. If you want to do this the hard way." He hit her neck in a certain area and Anka crumpled down to the ground, unconscious.

'Humans, such stubborn creatures.'

FASH: Next chapter Anka will be forced to talk to Dracula, because I don't have enough dialogue to satisfy myself. Anyways, yep, forced, REVIEW!