Disclaimer: Bla bla bla... Don't own Van Helsing or Buffy, yadda yadda yadda, property of Stephen Sommers and Joss Wheadon etc etc etc. If you want to see all of what I said, see chapter one.
A/N: Readers be forwarned, this chapter contains some violence and a rather graphic scene. I didn't know if I should've raised the rating for this chapter, but it seemed kinda pointless as not all of my chapters would be like this. I didn't know if this was R worthy material, so I thought I'd warn you now.
As Madison gently lay her head on the pillow, she immediately fell into a deep slumber.
At first all she could see was darkness, like she was trapped in a pitch black and confined room. She began to panic after running around several times and finding no walls, light switches or any means of escape.
Collapsing onto her back, her breathing became rapid and she hugged her knees to her chest, mumbling incoherently to herself over and over again. She lifted her tear stained face up and began screaming into the nothingness, begging for help or a way out.
All she heard back were the echoes of her pleads for help. Suddenly, she felt as if she couldn't breath.
A dark shadow was curling it's way towards her, surrounding her, engulfing her. It danced around her in circles, becoming closer each time, and as it got closer, all she could feel was coldness. It pricked at her skin like a thousand tiny knives, causing goosebumps to raise up over her bare arms, and her breath to come out as mist.
She tried desparately to bat it away with her arms, but she found that her slayer powers were no match against something she couldn't touch.
The shadow began coiling itself around her neck, and she found herself unable to draw breath. Fighting furiously to draw in some air, she began chocking and collapsed onto her side.
As she writhed around on the cold concrete floor, the hold the mysterious shadow had on her became tighter. She felt her body become weaker and weaker by the second, and unconsciousness was slowly taking hold of her.
Wanting more than anything to live, she tried lifting her arms to her neck, only to have them collapse back onto the ground. As her eyelids drooped, and death began taking hold of her, the last thing she heard was a terrifying laughter.
An evil and hollow laughter, echoing all around the darkness surrounding her. With one last futile attempt to breath, a peaceful and eternal darkness took hold of her, never to let her go...
Madison sat bolt upright, sweat all over her body, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Looking around at the dimly lighted room she was in, a wave of relief washed over her.
She pulled the grand red silk sheets that surrounded her tightly around her shaking body. Warmth, it was amazing. She sighed in content and a smile began tugging at the corners of her mouth.
Sucking in the air around her like her life depended on it, she savoured the oxygen that flowed into her lungs.
Releasing the sheets, she ran her fingers through her disheveled hair and then wiped the sweat off her forehead using the back of her hand. Feeling more relaxed, she was just about to lie down and go back to sleep when something hit her. This wasn't her room.
She stared down at the luxurious red sheets that hung limp around her body and wondered why she didn't notice it before. Squinting her eyes into the partial darkness, she took in the large room.
It was very old fashioned and gothic, something you might of found in a castle. The walls were of stone, as well as the floor. Many rugs covered it up though, and she wasn't sure if they were Persian or not. All of the furniture was wooden, probably made of mahogany. There was a large set of drawers to the left side of the bed. On top lay an oil lamp, and several plain white candles.
On the far left wall, there was a large wardrobe, so large it took up nearly half of the wall space. The edges were adorned with intricately carved roses, painted black. In the corner of the room, next to the wardrobe, there was a large life sized mirror. It was rectangular shaped, and was painted a very dark brown. On top of the mirror, to Madison's horror, perched what appeared to be a rather frightening gargoyle.
It's mouth was open in an eternal roar, it's ears perched up, it's empty black eyes open wide, and it's dark hair was slicked back. Madison immediately looked away and concentrated on the right side of the room.
There stood a very grand fireplace, made out of different shades of gray stone. It was large enough for a person to stand inside it Madison observed with a shudder.
There was no fire going, only a few remaining logs of wood and dying embers. Above the fireplace, there was an oil portrait of a beautiful young woman.
Her long silky black hair reached to her waist, and she was clad in white and slightly unusual looking clothes. However unusual they were, they showed most of her ample cleavage and her toned midriff.
Her skin was pale, very very pale, like freshly fallen snow. She wasn't smiling, then again she wasn't frowning either. Her lucious red lips remained in a straight line, the corners of them curling upwards ever so slightly.
Madison looked into her eyes. She couldn't tell what colour they were, but that just added to the mystery of who this woman was. They seemed to sparkle, but at the same time they seemed empty and almost lifeless. After staring transfixed at them for a moment, Madison managed to tear her own eyes away from them and looked at the bed she was sitting on.
It was a king sized four poster bed, blood red curtains tied to the posts with golden rope. The many layers of sheets were the same blood red, as were the several large pillows.
Looking at it for a while, Madison shuddered. It felt like she was surrounded by blood.
Rolling onto her right side, she slid out of the bed, her bare feet touching the soft rug. After a moment of feeling slightly unsteady on her feet, Madison slowly headed towards the large wooden door.
Placing her hand on the brass doorhandle, she turned it and the door swung inwards. Stepping out into a long and empty corridor, Madison left the door open, in case she needed to come back to the room.
She looked both ways, and the corridor seemed to stretch on for miles. She noticed that many torches hung on the wall, as well as more oil portraits. There were also many more wooden doors, leading to where, she didn't know. Feeling utterly lost, she mumbled to herself.
"Damn, where the hell am I?"
Folding her arms across her chest, she slowly walked away from the doorway of the bedroom and headed left.
She looked at the various portraits she passed, and she noticed the mysterious woman in one or two of them. Two other attractive women popped up in several of them, one with curly red hair, the other with long strawberry blonde hair.
All three of them seemed to strike very sultry and hostile poses, ones that seemed to warn you to stay away from them, or else. Madison couldn't help it and began sniggering to herself. She had known many women like these ones, and all of them had been sorry for sticking their poorly made up noses into her life.
After ten minutes of walking down the corridor, Madison noticed with glee the large opening to a spiral staircase to her right. Not wanting to continue wandering around like a lost soul, she began climbing down them immediately, going as fast as she could.
Her bare feet became very cold with every step she took, but she didn't care. All she wanted to do was get out of there and find her way home.
After what seemed like an eternity, she reached the bottom. Madison looked at her surroundings in astonishment. She had entered a huge hall, very grand and slightly old fashioned. Golden mirrors adorned the walls, and reached up to the roof, which hung extremely high above her head. In the very centre of the ceiling, there hung a beautiful crystal chandalier. Madison craned her neck upwards and stared at the lights reflecting off many of the crystal droplets.
"Woah. I could really use one of those for my living room," she muttered aloud.
"Beautiful isn't it? Late 16th century, made with the finest and most rare of crystals. Made personally for me by blind, yet experienced Tebetian crafts persons."
Madison's heart leapt up into her throat and she spun around on the spot.
She noticed a tall and very handsome man standing across the room from her. He stood to about six feet, had long raven coloured hair that was tied back, and one or two stray strands hung over his face. His clothes were all black, and indicated that he was possibly of noble blood. A black cape also hung over his shoulders, reaching to just an inch above the floor, and it swayed with a rythm as he slowly approached her.
He had a beautiful face that was free from any signs of age. His eyes told a different story. They were a very dark and seductive blue. They were what was most noticable about him. Staring straight into Madison's frosty blue eyes, they took in every inch of her, they almost seemed to penetrate her with their gaze. They looked very young, yet seemed to tell a thousand tales of a wise old man. He now stood a mere inches away from her, and spoke with a heavy accent.
"You're beautiful," he whispered delecately to her.
Madison took a few deep breaths, and found that she couldn't speak. She opened her mouth several times, but all that came out were a few involuntary throaty noises.
It was his eyes. She felt weak under them, weak and vulnerable. At the same time, she felt drawn to him, she wanted him, she yearned for him.
He began slowly walking in circles around her, almost like a predator stalking his prey before the kill. Madison felt very uneasy. Not only was she not used to feeling so helpless, but it was also a reminder of the dream she had earlier. She began whimpering, and, almost as if he read her mind, the man stopped in front of her immediately, looking at her protectively.
There was complete silence between the two of them, and Madison suddenly broke it with a question she had been dying to the know the answer to since she woke up.
"What was my dream about? Why did I dream it? Such horrible and frightening things... Does it mean anything?"
She stared expectantly at the man, wanting him to answer it. It didn't occur to her that he wouldn't know, she just had a gut feeling deep down that he did. And sure enough, he answered.
"It was a reflection. A reflection of your life. Yours is one that is so empty and dark, so suffocating that it is affecting you in ways you cannot perceive consciously. It was a reflection of what your life is going to continue to be unless you change."
Madison stared up at him, her eyes wide with shock. She stammered for a few seconds before she could find the words.
"H-how do I, I change?"
He leaned in towards her, his face was now so close to hers that their noses almost touched.
"I am here to change it for you. I am here to make things in your life so much better, so clear, so unimaginably amazing. All you have to do is let me in..."
By now, his lips were hovering over hers, and he gently pressed them against her.
At first it was slow and gentle, but it began to heat up, it became more passionate. Her mouth opened and he slid his tongue in, and massaged it with hers.
She wrapped her arms under his, scratching at the back of his shoulders, begging for more. He began kissing her cheek, and moving slowly down until he reached her neck.
The kisses were frantic, but pleasurable. Madison moaned loudly in ecstasy, and continued to claw at his shoulders, begging desperataly for more.
The mysterious man suddenly pulled away, and slowly ran his forefinger along her neck, feeling the blood course underneath. He leaned back in and once again began passionately kissing it, letting his tongue slide out and licking it once or twice. He sucked at her tender flesh, craving for more.
Pulling his lips back to reveal large and pointed teeth, he bit hungrily into her flesh. Madison moaned loudly from both the pleasure and the pain. Blood began to flow into his mouth and he sucked greedily, savouring the warm liquid flowing into him.
Madison began to feel weak, and realized what was going on. She tried desprately to pull away from him, but couldn't as he had his arms wrapped tightly around her, preventing her escaping.
He bit down harder and continued to drink the blood flowing into him, he became wild and agressive, like an animal, sucking as hard as he could, always craving more.
Madison felt her hearbeat slowing, and she knew there was nothing she could do. After all this time as a slayer, she finally knew what it felt like to be the victim; she finally knew why most people give up their struggling, and allow the evil to take over.
As she felt like she was about to collapse, the man tore away from her neck, his lips stained with her blood. He slowly licked at it, and smiled at her. An evil and frightening smile that sent shivers up and down her spine.
Pulling his right arm from behind her back, Madison lay limp in his one arm, staring up at him, to weak to move or even open her mouth. He raised his wrist to his lips and tore at it with his teeth. It was then that Madison realized with utter horror what he meant when he said he was going to change her.
He was going to make her into a vampire.
Blood flowed off his wrist and he pressed it against her mouth.
"Drink," he commanded.
Madison turned her head away, determined not to let it happen. This caused him to tightly press his wrist to her mouth, so close that some of the blood trickled onto her lips. Tears began creeping down her face. He noticed this and kissed her forehead reassuringly.
"Drink, change your life before it's too late. Embrace the darkness of my world, and we can be together forever."
What he said made sense to her in a way. And there seemed to be no other option.
So, Madison slowly and shakily raised her hands and gripped his wrist. She began lapping at the blood trickling out of the wound, letting it glide down her throat. Her lapping became more frantic, and soon enough she was sucking at his blood as hungrily as he had hers. As she drank, only one thought passed through her head:
"Who I am doesn't matter anymore. I've crossed over completely to the dark side, I'm weak..."
Madison's eyes flew open and she nearly leapt out of bed in shock. Her body was coated in sweat, and her face was warm and moist with tears.
She stared around at her dark room and felt comforted at the familiar sights that greeted her eyes.
Throwing her blanket off her, she sprung out of bed and headed towards her dresser table. Fumbling around with the switch on a lamp, she eventually turned it on and stared directly into the large mirror.
She sighed in relief when she saw no wound on her neck, or no blood around her mouth. However, she looked very pale, and there were dark circles under her eyes.
Shaking her head, she turned away and walked towards her window. Staring out at the empty and silent streets of New Compton always made her feel better. She felt almost safe while staring at the large office buildings, the numerous stores and shopping malls. It made her feel momentarily normal. Thinking back to the dream, she realized that whatever was going on in her life was anything but normal. It was there and then that she promised something to herself.
She swore that she was going to find whoever was making her life hell, and make them pay.
A/N: There, I hope you enjoyed my second chapter. I hope you weren't put off the rest of my story because of the violence or whatever lol. Not a lot of my future chapters are going to be like this (I pwomise). So, yeah, feel free to review (whistles expectantly). Like I said before, I welcome constructive criticism, but pleeeease, no flames.