Author: Sparkling-Diva
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance/Drama/Minor humor
Pairing: Gabriel and Anna
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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: This is somewhat longer chapter. Enjoy! Also reminder that the voting is taking place now for TRANSYLVANIAN IDOL so if you get the chance, vote!
"Here it is," Anna said as they walked into a room with the potion.
"But wait, there's another," Emma said pointing ahead.
"You're right," Carl replied. "One must be for aging and the other must be fore werewolves."
"WEREWOLVES!" Emma and Anna exclaimed.
"Yes, I know. Problem is which one," he replied.
"It's nice to see you all together again!" Aleera exclaimed as she flew done from above.
"Aleera," Anna exclaimed.
"Yes, Anna. Mother and daughter and monk or should I say Queen and Princess all planning to kill me?"
"And Friar actually," Carl replied.
"Yes, well. You won't succeed. Not if I kill you all first," she said charging at Emma and Anna who ran in opposite directions. Aleera smashed into one of the potion holders making it crash. Without her noticing, Carl picked it up and put in into his robe.
Anna stood up and took out her sword. She ran up the wall, picked up a torch and flipped down to realize that she was facing Aleera who put it out with a blow.
A crash was heard as Carl was trying to throw a rock to the other potion holder.
"No!" Aleera yelled as she stared at him collect it. "You shall pay!" she tried to move but didn't succeed. She looked down to see another sword go right through her. She turned her head to face Emma and said, "Is that your boyfriend's or your own?"
"My own!"
"Silly, girl. It's the heart you must aim for the heart. The heart!"
"Oh no, " Emma exclaimed, "Don't you dare threaten our family ever again. Carl run! Quick!" she said then referring to her uncle.
"On my way," he said leaving, "I'll find the others."
"Nooo!" Aleera exclaimed pushing Anna and Emma to the ground.
Carl eventually stopped running realizing something.
Abe must be a werewolf! he thought. He was weak, in pain, in a cage, and with Dracula.
Thinking quickly on how to save his somewhat nephew, he then looked around to make sure that no one was coming before taking out an empty container and mixing part of the werewolf potion and aging one together.
"This should help," he said before closing the lids and putting them in his bags and running off.
Now he had to go get help for Anna and Emma from the others.