Dreaming of Demons
Rated PG-13
The ball is over, but Anna is still not safe from Dracula...not even in her dreams. (Alternate Anna x Dracula ending to 'On All Hallows Eve')
A/N: This is kind of a weird little story, but the idea popped into my head and wouldn't go away, so I thought I'd write it out...just because! It's not pure Anna/Dracula, but implied. It can be seen as a different ending to 'On All Hallows Eve', but it can stand alone, too. Either way, it takes place directly after the masquerade ball. This first chapter here is just a (very) short introduction, the 'meat' of the story is in the next chapter.
It was dark in Valerious Manor.
The servants were all asleep, and the hallway torches had been put out, leaving only the moonlight to slip through the windows, half-lighting the house with silvery shadows.
Anna lit a small candle, which cast an even eerier shine, and led the small group up the stairs to the bedchambers, half-tripping on the torn, dripping gown.
Van Helsing and Carl were strangely quiet, but then she supposed they had much to occupy their tired minds, as did she. Much, indeed...
Their footsteps echoed abnormally loudly on the stone tiles, and Anna could have sworn she heard music... a hypnotic, classical tune, accompanied by singing and the rustle of legions of dancers...
"Goodnight," she whispered to her companions when they reached the room they shared. The last thing she wished to do was alert the entire household that they had returned. Explanations would have to wait for tomorrow.
"Anna..." it was Van Helsing's voice, jolting her out of her reverie. "Are you sure you're fine?" He looked concerned, but Anna thought tiredly that his over-attention was getting vaguely annoying.
"Yes, yes," she heard herself replying, "I'm fine...just going to...go to sleep..."
She entered her room and shut the door, placing the candle on her dresser and slipping quickly into a soft nightgown. She looked at the heap of costly, gleaming fabric on the floor, wondering, thinking...
Climbing into her bed in exhaustion after bolting the window and door—what was she worried about? She didn't know, exactly—Anna closed her eyes and finally fell into the welcome refuge of a deep sleep.
A/N: Please tell me if you like this so far...