Love Goes Beyond Death
By: Mina Gina Beena
LONG Summary (sorry, I'm a bit overwhelmed): Bram Stoker's version of Dracula, the sequel. Based on the same characters' later generation (a.k.a. the kids of the kids of the kids of the kids of mina and them). Years after the conquer of Dracula, a young woman finds her way into castle Dracula, preparing to sell it. While there, she discovers a room that has no lock, yet is-how you would say- stuck. She finally opens it (she swore to the Lord!...uh-oh). When she goes in, she finds a coffin. Blah, blah, blah. Finds D's body, takes stake out of the corpse' heart in disgust, wakes up Dracula from his "nap", and gets killed, becoming D's new 1st wife. So D's pissed 'cause he was up in heaven, but all of his earlier hellish rage returns moments after he awakens from the dead. So he's pissed anyways, 'cause Mina never found him in heaven, and he found out that Elizabetta's soul is still searching for him through others on earth. So he goes back to his old ways, and comes across a teenager- a niece of victim numero uno. A dead wringer for Elizabetta gone young. So he gets even younger (and hotter) by offing a few of her friends. By the way, it's they're back in England. She's mad 'cause her b.f.'s at war during, and her parents STILL don't want her to marry him. So D kills her parents, but before he does, they have the chance to call up an old friend for help. Van Helsing never reproduced, but in the past, he created a time machine, which proved useless until a few of his younger friends call him up. He gets went to work rounding up the gang. So all of Moira's friends have theories about this dude, and decide he's a vampire, so they attempt to kill him...Big no- no. Moira's friends start to go "missing", and Moira's bf escapes war, to find he is up against an ancient-looking warlord. uh-oh. he escapes, but moira doesnt know who she loves. D makes the desicion for her, or rather, her friends do...what will moira do? Will the shadow that's been hiding behind reflection devour her? Save her? And what about these odd figures of her imagination, who seem to be following Dracula. Are they like him? Is Moira missing something?
D: do i look like a 1000 year-old cross-dresser? i didnt think so (bram Stoker's a girl disguised like a guy, check your homework).
A/N: i am SO sorry I havent updated in so long, you see, I'm pretty busy with this play I wrote, I have to get everything ready to have it acted out. Isn't life odd? I also have a site on fictionpress. I'd tell you what it is, but there's someone I know who reads all of my writing, and for once, I'd like a break. But just ask Marpessa, and she'll tell you...I think, or Klime. Zoeluver has a new fic on here, she's a newbie, and doing alright with her harry potter fic. I like her castle of the count story, giggle Seeing how I've read the book, I'm one of the few who understand what she's talking about. Also, we had some big flames when we went to Shogun, the guy was attempting to impress us by catching fire to onions (and it worked!). So, basically, I've had enough flames to last me a year, plus I meditate and do seyonces with candles....ok, TMI. Also, another reason for me not to have updated in awhile: I found out that one of my guy- friends that no one else knows (sorta), that I really liked like that, is gay. So, I'm still a little shaken up by that. All of you who THINK you know who, well, I'm not sure whether or not youre right. I normally wouldnt have told ya'll that bit of T.M.I., but I'm a freak, so it works! Well, enjoy my Dracula fic! See ya soon!
Love Goes Beyond Death
Chapter One: A Large Investment
Patricia Glorm had just sat down at her desk with a cup of coffee. "Joyce, have you got the file on that place in Transylvania, yet?" A young woman with mouse-ish hair, and large, round spectacles ran into the cubicle.
"Y-yes, Ms. Glorm. I-it's r-right here." Joyce handed Pat the file with a quivering hand. Poor girl, thought Pat, always something scaring her. Joyce stared oddly at Pat, then left. Pat opened the blue folder and took out a piece of paper. She picked up her cup of coffee and took a sip as her eyes scanned through the information. She sat her coffee down, and took off her spectacles as she stared at something on the page.
All of a sudden, Pat's eyes went wide, and she spat out her coffee. Standing up, she grabbed her coat off of her desk and zoomed out of her "office".
"Is everything alright, Ms. Glorm?" asked the receptionist at the fromt desk.
"Yes, Meryl. I have to leave for a case, though. I'll be back soon."
"How much is it selling for?"
"In your native tongue, 40 mil," responded Pat, as she flung out the front door.
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Patricia sat in her seat onboard her company's private jet. The scenery outside was beautiful. Everything was miniature, like items from a dollhouse.
"Attention passengers, we will be landing in just a moment, please stay in your seats with you're seatbelt buckled," said a flight attendant. The woman went and had a seat herself, buckling in. Patricia made sure her beltbuckle was in place. She stared out the window. There, she saw the largest landform she had ever seen in her life, the one where she would soon be arriving: Castle Dracula.
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"Damn, this place is huge," said Patricia, as she stared up at thelarge building before her. Her red hair was back in a bun, and she had on a white blouse tucked into baige pants. In her hand was a notepad and pencil. Leaves crunching beneath her feet, she opened the doors with a rather large key.
Patricia went into every room and took notes. Everything was covered in dust, but was beautiful all the same. She brushed her fingers against empty bottles of perfume. These haven't been around for centuries, she told herself. She looked around, and apparently, neither has a maid.
"Roman wood in library, nice shade of cherry..." she muttered to herself. She walked back out into the main hall. Turning around, she decided to go to the old church. Stepping inside, she saw that many wooden crates had been placed throughout the room. Like all the other rooms, everything was covered in dust. She went over to a wall and leaned against it, scribbling down facts in a ferocious manner.
Suddenly, the wall behind her swiveled, taking her into a hidden room.
"Secret passages, that'll be something for the kids," said Pat. Broadening her shoulders, she walked into the tunnel, seeing as how the door behind her was "locked". At the end of a tunnel was a large door with an inscription above it, that was hidden behind the intriguing designs on the surface.
"Wow," said Pat, brushing her fingers against the intricate designs. "A door full of stories." And it was. The door showed pictures of men with weapons, women dancing on a cloud, a woman falling into the arms of a half- man, half-beast. "That's one story that parents won't be telling their chilren."
Putting her pencil in her mouth, and her notepad under her arm, she willed the door to open. Although it had no apparent locks, the door would not budge.
"Come on, you damn thing. Open UP!" Pat fell into the room as the door gave way. Wind rustled into the small room like whispers. Pat straightened herself and picked up her fallen notebook and pencil. Looking around the room, she noticed that in the center of the room was a large box, that seemed to have been made of stone. Unlike everything else in the castle, this one item had collected no dirt or dust. She walked over to it cautiously and noticed that it also had an inscription on it, like the door.
"FILIA ETERNA, what does that mean? I've heard it somewhere before. Oh ya! Latin class. Let's see...Filia...Love! Ok, Love...Eterna....Eterna...hmm...." Another wind rustled through the room. "Eternal! Love Eternal. Aww, must be a vow to whatever or whoever's in this." Curiosity got the better of her, and Pat lifted aside the heavy slate to reveal...
"Dust!?! All of that shit about love, and I find a pile of soot!?! Thi is bullcrap, and what the hell is that? A stake!?! Who the hell would put a stake through a pile of ashes!?!" Pat mistakenly removed the bar of wood from the pile of remains.
A cold breeze rushed into the room. Pat covered her hair and looked to see where it was coming from. Funny, she thought, there aren't any windows in here. Suddenly, the wind roared towards the pile of ashes in the center of the room, (A/N: -in the tomb, and swept it up like a broom, j/k) collecting them in its cold embrace.
"They're gonna have to find someone else to sell this house, 'cause this is getting freaky," said Pat. She ran to the door to open it, but it wouldn't budge. She turned in fright as the howling stopped. Slowly, she loosened her grip on the door, and walked cautiously towards the open tomb in the center of the room (A/:N: Darn the rhyming world). Every footstep she took opposed her racing heart.
Denying her natural instincts, Pat walked in front of the tomb, and looked inside. She covered her mouth in horror as she jumped away from the tomb. In the grave, a man lay, the exact definition of "silent as death". His eyes opened wide, and he scanned his surroundings with a frown. He sat up. For the first time, he noticed Pat.
"Where am I?" he asked slowly. Pat was shocked at the words, flooded heavily with a Transylvanian accent as they were. Somehow, she managed to find her voice.
"C-Castle D-D-Dracula," sid Pat in fright, "w-who are you?"
"I am he,that of which you speak of."
Pat regained her courage, furiously and incredulously saying, "No, that's impossible. He's dead- he's gone. This place is being sold, and it's being sold by me! Do you think me to be such a fool? Who are you? Where did you come from? I demand to know!" The man took a moment to reconsider her words.
"Very well. I am Count Dracula, condemned to life after death in a living hell for over a thousand years. I fell in the midst of a recreation of my Love, who saved me and destroyed me," his eyes flashed dangerously, "in my mortality, she destroyed herself, destroying me. As an immortal, she saved me. Both being destroyed in Life, only one saying could describe my thoughts at the time: Filia Eterna. I searched for her above, I asked all, I called her name," wolves howled in the distance, "it was only then, when she did not return my call, did not seek me, that I knew she was still below. We were searching in two different worlds. She was left behind. And as her body died," he choked on the word, "her spirit moved on, barred from everlasting peace by her past fate. And now, you have released me on my journey to find her, once more."
A/N: I explain why he tells Pat all of this next chapter, but, enlighten me in why you think he did. Did you like it? Did you hate it? If you didnt like it, then please, no flames, just give me a suggestion. But if you did...hehehe, say whatever you like! I luv ya'll! Great peepe on here are: Draculena, Marpessa (the real one), Klime, A.J.O.B., zoeluver, fly-bird-NOT-THAT-HIGH, Miss Wright, and AMMMMMMMMY. Luv ya'll, please R&R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
By: Mina Gina Beena
LONG Summary (sorry, I'm a bit overwhelmed): Bram Stoker's version of Dracula, the sequel. Based on the same characters' later generation (a.k.a. the kids of the kids of the kids of the kids of mina and them). Years after the conquer of Dracula, a young woman finds her way into castle Dracula, preparing to sell it. While there, she discovers a room that has no lock, yet is-how you would say- stuck. She finally opens it (she swore to the Lord!...uh-oh). When she goes in, she finds a coffin. Blah, blah, blah. Finds D's body, takes stake out of the corpse' heart in disgust, wakes up Dracula from his "nap", and gets killed, becoming D's new 1st wife. So D's pissed 'cause he was up in heaven, but all of his earlier hellish rage returns moments after he awakens from the dead. So he's pissed anyways, 'cause Mina never found him in heaven, and he found out that Elizabetta's soul is still searching for him through others on earth. So he goes back to his old ways, and comes across a teenager- a niece of victim numero uno. A dead wringer for Elizabetta gone young. So he gets even younger (and hotter) by offing a few of her friends. By the way, it's they're back in England. She's mad 'cause her b.f.'s at war during, and her parents STILL don't want her to marry him. So D kills her parents, but before he does, they have the chance to call up an old friend for help. Van Helsing never reproduced, but in the past, he created a time machine, which proved useless until a few of his younger friends call him up. He gets went to work rounding up the gang. So all of Moira's friends have theories about this dude, and decide he's a vampire, so they attempt to kill him...Big no- no. Moira's friends start to go "missing", and Moira's bf escapes war, to find he is up against an ancient-looking warlord. uh-oh. he escapes, but moira doesnt know who she loves. D makes the desicion for her, or rather, her friends do...what will moira do? Will the shadow that's been hiding behind reflection devour her? Save her? And what about these odd figures of her imagination, who seem to be following Dracula. Are they like him? Is Moira missing something?
D: do i look like a 1000 year-old cross-dresser? i didnt think so (bram Stoker's a girl disguised like a guy, check your homework).
A/N: i am SO sorry I havent updated in so long, you see, I'm pretty busy with this play I wrote, I have to get everything ready to have it acted out. Isn't life odd? I also have a site on fictionpress. I'd tell you what it is, but there's someone I know who reads all of my writing, and for once, I'd like a break. But just ask Marpessa, and she'll tell you...I think, or Klime. Zoeluver has a new fic on here, she's a newbie, and doing alright with her harry potter fic. I like her castle of the count story, giggle Seeing how I've read the book, I'm one of the few who understand what she's talking about. Also, we had some big flames when we went to Shogun, the guy was attempting to impress us by catching fire to onions (and it worked!). So, basically, I've had enough flames to last me a year, plus I meditate and do seyonces with candles....ok, TMI. Also, another reason for me not to have updated in awhile: I found out that one of my guy- friends that no one else knows (sorta), that I really liked like that, is gay. So, I'm still a little shaken up by that. All of you who THINK you know who, well, I'm not sure whether or not youre right. I normally wouldnt have told ya'll that bit of T.M.I., but I'm a freak, so it works! Well, enjoy my Dracula fic! See ya soon!
Love Goes Beyond Death
Chapter One: A Large Investment
Patricia Glorm had just sat down at her desk with a cup of coffee. "Joyce, have you got the file on that place in Transylvania, yet?" A young woman with mouse-ish hair, and large, round spectacles ran into the cubicle.
"Y-yes, Ms. Glorm. I-it's r-right here." Joyce handed Pat the file with a quivering hand. Poor girl, thought Pat, always something scaring her. Joyce stared oddly at Pat, then left. Pat opened the blue folder and took out a piece of paper. She picked up her cup of coffee and took a sip as her eyes scanned through the information. She sat her coffee down, and took off her spectacles as she stared at something on the page.
All of a sudden, Pat's eyes went wide, and she spat out her coffee. Standing up, she grabbed her coat off of her desk and zoomed out of her "office".
"Is everything alright, Ms. Glorm?" asked the receptionist at the fromt desk.
"Yes, Meryl. I have to leave for a case, though. I'll be back soon."
"How much is it selling for?"
"In your native tongue, 40 mil," responded Pat, as she flung out the front door.
)()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()(
Patricia sat in her seat onboard her company's private jet. The scenery outside was beautiful. Everything was miniature, like items from a dollhouse.
"Attention passengers, we will be landing in just a moment, please stay in your seats with you're seatbelt buckled," said a flight attendant. The woman went and had a seat herself, buckling in. Patricia made sure her beltbuckle was in place. She stared out the window. There, she saw the largest landform she had ever seen in her life, the one where she would soon be arriving: Castle Dracula.
)()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()(
"Damn, this place is huge," said Patricia, as she stared up at thelarge building before her. Her red hair was back in a bun, and she had on a white blouse tucked into baige pants. In her hand was a notepad and pencil. Leaves crunching beneath her feet, she opened the doors with a rather large key.
Patricia went into every room and took notes. Everything was covered in dust, but was beautiful all the same. She brushed her fingers against empty bottles of perfume. These haven't been around for centuries, she told herself. She looked around, and apparently, neither has a maid.
"Roman wood in library, nice shade of cherry..." she muttered to herself. She walked back out into the main hall. Turning around, she decided to go to the old church. Stepping inside, she saw that many wooden crates had been placed throughout the room. Like all the other rooms, everything was covered in dust. She went over to a wall and leaned against it, scribbling down facts in a ferocious manner.
Suddenly, the wall behind her swiveled, taking her into a hidden room.
"Secret passages, that'll be something for the kids," said Pat. Broadening her shoulders, she walked into the tunnel, seeing as how the door behind her was "locked". At the end of a tunnel was a large door with an inscription above it, that was hidden behind the intriguing designs on the surface.
"Wow," said Pat, brushing her fingers against the intricate designs. "A door full of stories." And it was. The door showed pictures of men with weapons, women dancing on a cloud, a woman falling into the arms of a half- man, half-beast. "That's one story that parents won't be telling their chilren."
Putting her pencil in her mouth, and her notepad under her arm, she willed the door to open. Although it had no apparent locks, the door would not budge.
"Come on, you damn thing. Open UP!" Pat fell into the room as the door gave way. Wind rustled into the small room like whispers. Pat straightened herself and picked up her fallen notebook and pencil. Looking around the room, she noticed that in the center of the room was a large box, that seemed to have been made of stone. Unlike everything else in the castle, this one item had collected no dirt or dust. She walked over to it cautiously and noticed that it also had an inscription on it, like the door.
"FILIA ETERNA, what does that mean? I've heard it somewhere before. Oh ya! Latin class. Let's see...Filia...Love! Ok, Love...Eterna....Eterna...hmm...." Another wind rustled through the room. "Eternal! Love Eternal. Aww, must be a vow to whatever or whoever's in this." Curiosity got the better of her, and Pat lifted aside the heavy slate to reveal...
"Dust!?! All of that shit about love, and I find a pile of soot!?! Thi is bullcrap, and what the hell is that? A stake!?! Who the hell would put a stake through a pile of ashes!?!" Pat mistakenly removed the bar of wood from the pile of remains.
A cold breeze rushed into the room. Pat covered her hair and looked to see where it was coming from. Funny, she thought, there aren't any windows in here. Suddenly, the wind roared towards the pile of ashes in the center of the room, (A/N: -in the tomb, and swept it up like a broom, j/k) collecting them in its cold embrace.
"They're gonna have to find someone else to sell this house, 'cause this is getting freaky," said Pat. She ran to the door to open it, but it wouldn't budge. She turned in fright as the howling stopped. Slowly, she loosened her grip on the door, and walked cautiously towards the open tomb in the center of the room (A/:N: Darn the rhyming world). Every footstep she took opposed her racing heart.
Denying her natural instincts, Pat walked in front of the tomb, and looked inside. She covered her mouth in horror as she jumped away from the tomb. In the grave, a man lay, the exact definition of "silent as death". His eyes opened wide, and he scanned his surroundings with a frown. He sat up. For the first time, he noticed Pat.
"Where am I?" he asked slowly. Pat was shocked at the words, flooded heavily with a Transylvanian accent as they were. Somehow, she managed to find her voice.
"C-Castle D-D-Dracula," sid Pat in fright, "w-who are you?"
"I am he,that of which you speak of."
Pat regained her courage, furiously and incredulously saying, "No, that's impossible. He's dead- he's gone. This place is being sold, and it's being sold by me! Do you think me to be such a fool? Who are you? Where did you come from? I demand to know!" The man took a moment to reconsider her words.
"Very well. I am Count Dracula, condemned to life after death in a living hell for over a thousand years. I fell in the midst of a recreation of my Love, who saved me and destroyed me," his eyes flashed dangerously, "in my mortality, she destroyed herself, destroying me. As an immortal, she saved me. Both being destroyed in Life, only one saying could describe my thoughts at the time: Filia Eterna. I searched for her above, I asked all, I called her name," wolves howled in the distance, "it was only then, when she did not return my call, did not seek me, that I knew she was still below. We were searching in two different worlds. She was left behind. And as her body died," he choked on the word, "her spirit moved on, barred from everlasting peace by her past fate. And now, you have released me on my journey to find her, once more."
A/N: I explain why he tells Pat all of this next chapter, but, enlighten me in why you think he did. Did you like it? Did you hate it? If you didnt like it, then please, no flames, just give me a suggestion. But if you did...hehehe, say whatever you like! I luv ya'll! Great peepe on here are: Draculena, Marpessa (the real one), Klime, A.J.O.B., zoeluver, fly-bird-NOT-THAT-HIGH, Miss Wright, and AMMMMMMMMY. Luv ya'll, please R&R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!