Author: Sparkling-Diva
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance/Drama/Minor humor
Pairing: Gabriel and Anna
Feedback: Please! Thanks!
Summary: What if Anna hadn't really died? Would the family live on for generations and generations more to come?
Warning: Major Spoilers! So beware…
Disclaimers: All characters and stuff belong to Stephen Sommers, Bram Stoker, Universal, and a bunch of other people that aren't me. Bah humbug!
Author's Note: Ah-ha! Bigger chapter! I knew I was capable of it! Anyhoo, don't forget to read and review!
Where am I? Emma asked as she began to stir. It didn't feel familiar but not so uncomfortable either.
She slowly opened her eyes. Expecting there would be light that would shine in her face, she covered her eyes but opened them wide to see that she was covered by darkness except for candlelight on the other side of the room.
With closer inspection, she realized that she was lying in a bed that wasn't her own. She sprang up and quickly stepped on the floor.
Then she realized that she felt taller.
She touched her face, her hair, and arms.
They were longer.
She then stopped and turned around to face a fuzzy old mirror. Noticing a cloth near the dresser, she wiped it off.
She looked up in shock and practically screamed.
She didn't look like herself at all.
What was happening?
Oh no, she said as she remembered her dream. I somewhat look like I'm about 20?
She started to back away and then she saw a mouse run across the floor.
"GAAHHH!" she screamed as she tried to move forward.
Only something was holding her from doing so. Or someone.
She looked up into the eyes of a mischievous man probably about a foot taller than her. He had black hair that he had up in a ponytail
Emma gasped and the man just smiled.
"Ah, I can see you're awake already valling head over heals in love with me."
"Who are you?" Emma said releasing her arms and stepping back.
"Your heartbeat is going ever so vast. I can veel it."
"I asked you to tell me who you are."
"Emma, my dear, I vas just-"
"How did you know my name?"
"You really vant to know?"
She nodded and backed away.
"Very vell. I'm Count Vladislaus Draguilia," he said bowing.
"Dracula," Emma gasped under her breath.
"Yes…Dracula…that's vat people know me as."
"I despise you."
"Likewise."
"I've got to get out of here!" Emma said running towards the door. She opened it and ran down the hall to another door, opened it, and saw it was a trap and beneath it was a waterfall."
"You can run but you can't hide." Dracula said from behind.
She slipped to fall but he caught her and pulled her up.
"How'd you…?"
"I'm sorry if I startled you. I wasn't able to before but I thought mortals were supposed to know these things. Come, you must still be shaken from the potion. I'll take you to your room."
"What potion?" Emma asked.
"One made by an old friend, Dr. Jekyll. Before he died, he made many potions for certain things including one that made people get their youth back. He also made the reversal that caused a person to age."
"You mean…"
"Yes. I had someone, Igor, inject it into you."
"Why?" she said while entering the room. She could already feel the anger rising deep within her.
This was the same man that had killed off most of her family and made them live in misery.
"Because I can," he smiled coldly.
The way he was looking at her made her feel even more uncomfortable.
"Stop staring at me like that," Emma exclaimed as he came closer and faced her.
"Vhy not?"
'Because it makes me feel uncomfortable," she said pacing away.
"You'll get use to me sooner or later. You'll then find me irresistible."
"Are you kidding me? I'm only 9. Has anyone ever told you that you are a very nasty old man?"
Dracula chuckled at her comment. He had to admit that this was one of the first times he had ever laughed in years.
"Well, you are," Emma said opening the closet to look for her things.
"You von't vind them in there."
"What?" she said spinning around.
"Igor took the liberty to destroy it."
"Why-you…"
"Oh . And by the way. You aren't 9 anymore. You are 19."
"What!'
"I must leave for now but until then Aleera vill come back shortly to assist you on getting ready."
"Get ready for what?"
Dracula stopped and turned back to her, "The yearly All Hallow's Eve Ball. You are coming, as well as a few old friends."
"But…"
"Oh, and by the way. You look much prettier than your mother. To think that I wanted her to be mine so many years ago."
"You ba-," she got caught off as the door was shut behind him.
"Ta-ta!" she heard him say.
She listened for the footsteps to fade away so she could try the door.
She was locked in.
No, Emma thought.
The family curse. How could this have happened? Why her? When he mentioned her mother, did he also mean when her dad defeated him? Where was Abe? Was he okay? Oh no…. was he still living?
Emma then threw herself on the bed and wept over the huge mistake she caused until she fell fast asleep.