The bathroom was the only place without mirrors, in contrast, there was not one reflective surface in the black area, or a light, period. She had been surprised at the indoor plumbing, seeing as the Vatican had just gotten it and Dracula was not exactly modern, but she didn't question her luck, and didn't think about it for the four days she had been there. But, the dark, hopelessness of the room made it worse then the reflective, bright room of mirrors. In short, she was pretty much screwed no matter where she went.
Deianira was still asleep when the three brides came cackling in, three days since she had arrived at the castle. She hadn't eaten since, though if she was awake she might have noticed the plate Verona carried.
"Wake up Brat." The eldest bride snapped, shaking the girl awake, she groaned and sat up groggily.
"Go to hell." She muttered, then was backhanded by Marishka into the wall. "Jeez, is that just a natural vampire habit? I want to know if every day I see a vampire, I'm gonna get a headache." She grumbled, trying to stand but finally staying put.
"What, cant the little girl rise?" Verona taunted, then noticed something, "Why do you wear shoes?"
Dei looked down at her boots then shrugged. "Why not?"
"There must be some reason." Aleera pressed.
"Not a one." Dei said with a perfectly straight face. Aleera grabbed her by the throat and lifted.
"Listen, little girl, Dracula has prevented us from killing you, but he's said nothing about harming you. Watch yourself." She threw Deianira onto the bed.
"Farewell for now, Van Helsing Brat." Verona cackled as the three transformed and flew out of the door (ten feet above the ground). Deianira chuckled too, she had thought of a way out.
(A.N. These weapon techniques are completely false from here or any other place I've written them, so don't go trying a crossbow or katana after reading them unless you want make a fool out of yourself)
"No, your aiming with your wrist, aim with your elbow." Van Helsing demonstrated and hit the crude bullseye on the tree. He, Carl, Malak and Bahlal, Luca/Rosemary, and Sarah were practicing for All Hallow's Eve in two weeks.
"Dei…racula will die." Rosemary quickly saved.
"Its him or Dei." Van Helsing agreed, "No Malak, throw the shuriken like a boomerang, not a rock."
Dracula's Castle…AGAIN
It had been three days since the brides had come with the plate of chicken leg, an apple, and slice of bread. She hadn't had anything to eat since then, but she had figured out an escape plan. She assumed they would come today, but it was getting late according to what Dei figured, and they still had not yet come.
""Come on, come on." Dei muttered, treading the room (103 paces) Right on cue, the three came sweeping in, landing by the bed and putting the plate down.
"Hello Brat." Verona flashed in front of her.
"Nice to see you too Verona." Dei nodded to the vampire.
"So much like her mother." Aleera appeared beside her sister.
"You don't know who my mother was!" Dei snapped, stepping back into Marishka and spinning away.
"But we know who should be. You are so much like her, it wouldn't be surprising if you were a relative." The blonde said, "Though it's obvious Gabriel is not your father, you're far to horrible a fighter."
"Shut it!" Dei lept at Marushka, who easily sidestepped and threw the girl down.
"Eat up Brat, and be careful." Verona said sweetly with darker tones underneath as they changed to bat form, "Wouldn't want you to get hurt."
As they flew towards the door, Dei jumped and sprinted to her pillow and got the left over chicken leg-bone, throwing it towards the closed door. It rotated once, twice, thrice, four times before lodging at the bottom, keeping the door slightly ajar.
"Yes." She whispered softly, wolfing down her food then pushing the bed towards the wall containing the door. After a few unsuccessful bounces, she caught the ledge and hoisted herself up, looking at the ten foot drop below her.
"Right-o, lets go." She muttered, jumping down, sustaining no major injuries. "Almost forgot." Dei bent down and pressed the outer edge of each shoe, where out came a wooden stake. Grabbing each of them, she began to walk towards freedom with a robe 'borrowed' the same way as in the Frankenstein castle, a stake hidden in each sleeve.
The trip to the ridiculously large doors that obviously led to freedom was uneventful. What happened at the ridiculously large doors, however, is a different story going like this:
"Ridiculously large doors equals way out." Deianira told herself, throwing back her hood and walking towards the exit. Until, of course, 4 figures landed gracefully and menacingly in front of the girl.
"Leaving so soon?" Verona shoved the girl onto the ground.
"Without telling us?" Aleera walked towards Dei, who crab-walked back, standing never crossing her mind…until Marishka appeared behind her, causing the girl to jump up and back away into Aleera, who laughed and grabbed Dei's neck, squeezing harder and harder until the kid was sure it would by pulverized and, in her panic, remembered her stakes, taking one out and stabbing Aleera in the heart. The vampire shrieked, writhing as she dropped the girl as she turned into dust.
"ALEERA!" Three cries echoed in the castle, where others picked it up and shouted too as Dei lay forgotten in a daze. Recovering most of her senses, she made a dash towards the door only to be thrown into the opposite wall with sufficient force to crack her skull. Vision blurred, she tried to stand up and found herself lifted into the air. Dracula began speaking, punctuating every word with either a punch or a backhand.
"It-was-my-intention-to-keep-you-alive-until- All Hallow's Eve." The vampire seethed, ignoring the feeble punches and kicks of Deianira, "But-your-dead-body-should-suffice-in-my-revenge. Goodbye-Brat." He threw her to the ground and raised his foot to deliver the final blow to her neck. She seemed listless, yet when he stomped, Deianira with no last name rolled out of the way, that action saved her life and ensured a fate worst them death. Vladslious raised his foot again, but stopped and set it down.
"But would it not be greater if I showed Gabriel his daughter was a…" His eyes glowed purple, "vampire?"
"No." Dei choked, finding the energy to sit up and crawl backwards again as Dracula drew nearer. In a flash, he picked her up off the floor like a ragdoll.
Maybe if Deianira had enough food, if she wasn't starved, if she could concentrate, the stake might have landed and this story would be over. But unfortunately for her, this story isn't ready to end.
Dracula grabbed the wrist with the stake and pulverized it, causing the stake to drop and Dei give out a weak cry of pain. Then he bit down, drinking ravenously before setting the once-screaming-now-deathly-still girl onto the ground.
"Rashel obereshi mortem vida es nesferatu." As Dracula spoke the incantation, Deianira began to change, starting from her feet and making it slowly up to her head, she went into bat form. Only one thing was wrong, Dracula frowned as she opened her eyes, for they were neither her native grey nor the vampires' purple, they were deep green.
"NO!" Deianira leapt at Dracula before her wings escaped her control and stopped her hurdle. "What the damning hell?"
"did I forget to mention all vampires, aside from my lovely brides, are under my complete control?" Dracula smirked, though inwardly he wondered why her mind was still her own.
"NO!" She screamed yet again as her wings took her to her prison and she landed on her bed, turning back to human and careful into to glance at any mirror. She put her hand over her chest.
Her heartbeat, it wasn't there.
She finally looked at the room that had disoriented her on the first day.
Her reflection was gone too.
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