He couldn't believe it; this was the Van Helsing girl? She was the one who killed Aubrey, who escaped him? She had seemed stronger, taller, older. Now, as she lay unconscious on a bed in the room of 500 mirrors, (serving as walls in each of the many corners, plus many on the ceiling and floor designed to disorient the girl) she seemed small and vulnerable. Her long black hair moving ever so gently as her breath moved it on and off her face.

"Lucia." One word escaped her lips as she slept. Dracula stood at one of the walls near the head of the bed, so as not to be spotted when she woke up.

Deianira jumped off the bed and onto the ground, forgetting to open her eyes. When her brain received that message, she shut them again and took a step back, rubbing her temples. The mirrors obviously had the desired effect, reflecting everything over an eternal space and confusing the girl.

Taking a deep breath, then another, and another, she slowly opened her eyes into a room that seemed as large as a ballroom, though it was impossible to tell with the mirrors. The only piece of furniture was the black bed she now sat on in the very center. The room was brightly lit, though the source of the light was not visible.

Dei took a tentative step forward, waiting for the wave of dizziness to pass before she began to walk more confidently to the wall in front of her, counting her steps. About 23 paces in, she felt someone watching her, though no one else was reflected in the mirror. Nevertheless, she whirled around. No one.

"Welcome to my castle." A soft voice said in her ear.

"Dracula." She spat, whirling around to face him. She reached for a weapon in her belt, fear shooting through her when she realized it was gone.

"I did not think it wise to leave your weapons on your person." The vampire said. He grinned and pantomimed ball room dancing, earning an odd look from the human.

"What do you want?" She asked, her face betraying none of the fear she didn't know Dracula sensed.

"Revenge." He said casually, "Revenge on Van Helsing."

"Ha! He defeated you twice, he'll kill you again." Deianira said confidently. Dracula casually backhanded her, sending her flying into one of the mirrored walls. She made no noise as she hit the wall and slumped to the ground, nor did she bother to stand up or even wipe the blood trickling down her back.

"This time Van Helsing cannot become a werewolf, little girl." He said.

Biting back a remark that she was no little, Dei looked past him at the mirror. "Your reflection..."

"I have none. No vampire does." He gave her an odd look, "They sent one so unversed in my kind to destroy me?"

Deianira was silent, it wasn't her fault Jinnette bored like hell.

"Now, these are your quarters for the next few weeks until Gabriel and I meet again." Dracula gestured around him.

"Why wouldn't he come sooner?" She demanded.

"Marishka left a note."

"Saying what?"

"Same place, same time. Any earlier, the girl will be killed." Gabriel Van Helsing looked up from the note he read into Carl, Malak and Bahlal, Natalie, and Lucia's faces/

"Does he mean..." Carl began.

"What else could he mean?" Van Helsing asked.

"What are you talking about?" Malak said, confused at their behavior.

Van Helsing sighed and leaned against the wall, "When I told you of my last encounter with Dracula, I left out a woman named Anna..."

"No way." Deianira shook her head, "He wouldn't have. Your lying." The last words slipped out of her mouth, immediately after she hated the child-like way they sounded.

"No, I assure you what I am telling you is true, Deianira. Ironic, no? He killed his love while his fangs were still wet with the blood of his enemy." Dracula laughed.

Deianira sat on the bed, everything was silent for a few minutes, then,

"He won't walk into your trap again." She spat at his feet. Dracula wondered again if she was a relative of Anna's, she had the princess' attitude. The girl remembered what Marishka had said before she sprayed.

"Is this perfume?" She muttered softly.

"Come again?" The vampire asked, surprised.

"Lucia." Dei looked up at him, "She's a spy."

"Yes. Quite a convincing little actress Rosemary is, no? We thought it prudent to replace the bar wench's relatives with Rose and her grandmother. But you've only named one of the pair." He paused, looking down at her, "Can you guess the other?"

She nodded, saying the word as if it were an evil incantation,

"Sarah."

The girl looked up at the sound of her name, it was Rosemary. "The first phase has been executed, Lord Dracula's revenge is going as planned."

And here is the result of several math classes, three Spanish, and two health. My report card's gonna suck, but at least I got this out, no? NOW REVIEW OR (insert random threat of your own choosing here))