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: Holy crap…I even scare myself. I can't believe I wrote all that in the last chapter. Anyhoo, enjoy this one!
"This way!" Gabriel yelled.
"No, wait!" Abraham yelled as he saw some dwergies coming towards hem.
They tried to run down towards another hallway but came towards a dead end.
"No!" Michael screamed.
Some dwergies took a hold of them and began to pull at Michael.
"Micahel! No!" Gabriel screamed as he was fighting his way through the others. He had to save the young boy.
"Nooo!" he screamed as a dwergie injected him with a needle.
"GAAAHHHH!" Gabriel screamed as he managed to get his tojo blades. He threw them and they slid through a complete line of dwergies.
Distracting the others, Michael managed to get released and take hold of his gun. He shot it and went straight in and out of all the other dwergies.
"Well that took care of them."
"Nice weapon."
"Thanks…uh…" he said gripping his heart and falling down.
"What's wrong?"
"It must be the injection …NOOOO!"
Suddenly he began to grow and his arms became larger and his hair grew. Then it stopped.
"My go," Gabriel said looking and kneeling over him.
"What happened?"
"You-you look older."
"Give my sword to me!"
"Here," Gabriel said handing it to him.
Michael looked at himself in the shiny blade and gasped.
His hair was shoulder length, his face was older, and he looked even more handsome. He looked about 24-years-old.
"C'mon," he said getting up and putting his sword back securely in his belt.
"But what about you?"
"Who cares, we need to find your children and the others before anything else happens."
"Fine. C'mon. Here I'll help," Gabriel said helping to get him up.
"I'm
okay. I feel taller but I'm okay. Let's go!"
After running
for a while they stumbled around an area of costumes.
"Ol' Hallow's Eve is tomorrow," Michael said, "You suppose Dracula is throwing a ball?"
"I wouldn't be surprised. It's happened before."
"We should attend. They'll have to be there for sure."
"Yes. Yes, they will."
"Anna, it'll be alright," Carl said trying to comfort his close friend.
"My children are out there! They might be hurt! I can't let this situation stand like this. I can't…"
"Anna! Carl!" Gabriel said running towards them.
"Gabriel!" Anna said throwing her arms around him, "Are you alright? Does Dracula have the children?"
"Ye-" he was cut off when Anna pushed away and pulled out her sword, pointing it out to Michael.
"Who are you!"
"Anna, it's Michael," Gabriel responded.
"Michael?" she said dropping the sword back down. She looked at him with sympathy and asked, "What happened to you?"
"Dwergies…they injected me with some aging potion. I couldn't get away."
"Why would they do this?" Carl asked.
"I don't know."
"There's a ball tonight and we found some costumes we could use to get in," Gabriel said.
"Goodie! A party!" Carl exclaimed with delight.
"Carl, don't you remember what happened last time?"
"Oh, yes. Sorry…" he whimpered
"We must go," Anna said walking back to the hall that she saw the two come from. She looked back and said, "Hurry!"