Love Goes Beyond Death
Chapter 2: The First Wives Club
A/N: I bet the name got you to read this didn't it? Probably so, well, if not, it's because of my glamorous style acts cool. Not thateither? You sure? Hmmm.....Well, I guess that it's because you were bored then! Really? That's right? Well then why read MY story? I'm no good, am I? Awww, you're so sweet. Thank you, thank you-wakes up wo, that was weird. Oh, hi guys! Um...erm....uh....drool.............
D: tranylvanian accent D does sometimes stand for Dracula, but in this case, it is Disclaimer, correct? Yes, vell (well), vI vo vot vown vacula, vam voker voes, vut vif vou'd vike, vI van vite vabout vit. Vell, vye- vye!!!! (translation: I do not own Dracula, Bram Stoker does, but if you'd like, I can write about it. Well, bye-bye!!!!)
"Uh-right, ok buddy, I think someone forgot to take their medication this morning," said Pat. She began to back away towards the door. Vlad (Vladimir) followed her, slowly gliding as he spoke.
"You do not believe me?" Pat spun around as she bumped into the door. She began to tug on the handle, but it would not move. Suddenly, Vlad gripped her shoulder and spun her around. Face to face, he spoke to her.
"What about now?" he whispered harshly. Long white fangs protruded from his mouth. Pat covered her mouth and screamed loudly. The hideous noise filled the room, echoing. Vlad moved towards her. With one powerful hand he grabbed her throat and moved her chin up.
"Why are you doing this?" shouted Pat.
"Because," stated Vlad, "I need you just as much as you will need me. You have...connections. As I have immortality, to give freely." Head to the side, his entrance was no longer blocked, and his eyes turned red. Within a moment, Vlad attacked her throat, sinking his teeth into Pat's neck and draining her life slowly. Pat screamed even louder. Finally, Vlad pulled away. Pat looked at him in horror.
"What are you?" she asked. Vlad just stared at her deeply and cocked his head. He released his grasp on her throat, and instantly, Pat fell to the ground...dead.
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The soldiers of the Iraqi war sat, laughing wildly, at different tables in an oldtime bar.
"What's wrong, dude?" asked Guy Parkinson, "you seem kinda....weird."
"Ya, dude! Why don't you join us? This lady here's coming back to my place, aren't you, miss...." said another soldier drunkenly.
"Dolly," said the woman, in a bubbly voice. "Dolly Mark. And yes, I am." Jake sighed. The woman only reminded him of his friends back home. And Moira.
"Ah come on guys, leave him alone. He's sad because he didn't get nothing from that Mina girl," laughed out another drunken soldier, as he made rude gestures.
"Her name is Moira, hear me? MOIRA! You sick son of a-" Jake was so angry by now that he need not finish his statement. He stood up from the table angrily, jumped on the man, and shook him by the collar vigorously. Three other soldiers pried him off of the rude man, but Jake fought free of them.
"You think this is funny!" he shouted at them, backing towards the door. "But this isn't a game. In three days we're goin' to war! You hear me? WAR! And all you low-down dirty scum-bags can think about is how horny you are!" With that, he pushed his way past a man in the doorway, and left. The man looked around the room. Everyone was silent, pondering what to do next. A voice rang out, striking up all previous conversations again.
A woman walked up to the man whom had just entered the room. "Hey stud," she cat-called. The man looked at her, then tipped his hat off to her. "Well, ain't that sweet. So, what d'ya want? A beer? A dance? A woman?" she moved up closer to him.
"That last one is closest to correct," he stated in a heavy accent.
"Wo, I can tell you're not from around here. So where ya from?" asked the lady, leading the man over to an empty table.
"Transylvania is my home," he responded. The woman's jaw dropped open.
"You mean you came all of this way?" the woman-Kira-was shocked, "what in the world for?"
"I told you." The woman giggled.
"You mean to tell me you came all the way out here just for little old me?" she didn't let him respond, she simply kissed him on the lips. "How about we get outta here?" The man stood up and extended his arm. The woman giggled again and took it.
Later on, once the two were outside, the strange man pulled Kira into a dark alley.
"Hey, now. Isn't it a little dark out here?"
"Exactly," said the man. He moved towards her neck. The woman's giggles filled the dark alley. In the darkness, two red eyes glowered above the woman's neck. Suddenly, the man sunk two sharp fangs into her throat. The woman yelped. Her breathing increased. Her skin slowly turned death pale. The man pulled away and watched as the woman cried out, then fell to the ground. He watched her for a moment, then bent down and picked her up. He hissed loudly as he transformed into a large bat. He lept into the air and was off.
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"They're just jerks, they don't know anything about Love." Jake stomped furiously against the cold wet ground. Hands in his pockets, he was the perfect form of anger and frustration.
"And what of Love do you know?" Jake jumped in surprise. Turning, he saw a tall man in a suit standing in place a few feet away.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"What of Love do you know?" he repeated.
"Listen, buddy. I don't wanna talk right now, ok? I've had a tough day, and I don't need to talk to some dude I don't even know about Moira."
"Moira?"
"Damnit." Jake slapped his head, mentally criticizing himself for being so stupid as to involve Moira in this.
"Tell me of this Moira," said the strange man.
"Listen buddy, I told you, I-"
"Tell me." For some reason, Jake had a sudden urge to spill his heart out and tell the man everything, so he did.
"Moira is my girlfriend-well, my fiance. She lives in England.Her parents-the wealthiest family in London- don't aprove of me though, so I went to war to prove that their ideas about me were wrong, but now they think I'm addicted to violence, and it's getting harder and harder for me to get to Moira. I want to just leave here and go to her, but then they'd think I was a coward. It's all fucked up, and-" Jake suddenly realized his place and shut up. GOD! I am SO stupid!!! That's the last time I go out with the guys.
"Interesting," said the man.
"Ya? Well it's none of your business, get outta here!"
"Do you have a remembrance of her?"
"What?" asked Jake in confusion.
"A photograph," corrected the man.
"Ya, but you have no right to-"
"Let me see it."
"What? No!" The man stared at Jake. Jake's hand automatically snapped to his pocket, where something jtted out. The man's eyes followed Jake's hand. Jake turned pale as he realized that the man was not exactly petite. In fact, he was muscular. Jake turned and ran. The man flicked his wrist, and something fell out of Jake's pocket.
The man stared after Jake. Once he was out of sight, the man walked over and picked the item up. It was a photograph- the one of Moira.
"My God!" said the man. The woman had dark, curly long hair (A/N:I'm not going by the movie, I told you already), that was the color of night. Her hair was down, and she was in the middle of a laugh. "It cannot be," said the man. "Mina? Elizabetta? No, Moira...This cannot be. Or can it? Yes, I suppose it can. After all, it did happen once before." The man clenched the picture and turned. As he did so, he disappeared from sight. A single black bat flew across the sky, and into a chimney stack.
A woman's scream filled the night air.
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"What-what am I doing here?" asked a young girl. She looked to be 16, dressed in blue jeans and a pink shirt.
"You didn't do it yet? Oh, dear husband, why in the world not?" spoke no other than Patricia. She was dressed differently than before. She was dressed in a long black dress, the sleeves had fashionable patterned holes in them.
"Because, I could not risk the time. She was not alone where I found her. In fact-" Vladimir Dracula spoke as he stood in his home. He turned and left the room for a moment. When he returned, his arms were filled with the cold, dead body of Kira Kirstenough. "I had no time to spare, carrying two limp bodies across ocean and land alike was a difficult task. Kira began to stir. "Ah! She wakes."
Kira opened her eyes. She yawned. "Here already?" Pat scoffed. She's going to be competition. A loud BAM! filled the room. All eyes turned to rest on the young girl. Her face was pale and her eyes were wide with fright. She stood on top of a box, holding a rifle. Where it came from was obvious. The box to her left was open, and filled with all types of weaponry. Vlad looked down to see a hole in his chest. Pat hissed at the girl, and was about to attack when Vlad spoke.
"Come now, Patricia. It is not even a scratch."
"Not even a scratch!?! You're going about to die from that-whatever you want to call it!" shouted the young girl.
"What is your name, girl?" asked Pat.
"Like I'm gonna tell you."
"If she does not tell us her name, then we shall give her one," Vlad spoke. He let Dolly slide out of his grasp. "Now, you two need feeding. Do you know what to do?"
"Yes," said Pat and Kira in unison. They turned towards the young girl. She looked terrified, and who could blame her? She shot three bullets out. Each went through the two brides, but stopped neither of them. Vlad laughed and clapped his hands together. Turning, he left the room. Just as he did so, his two brides closed in on the young girl. She emitted her one last scream.
Vlad returned to the room, as his two wives turned away from the girl, blood dripping from their mouths.
"I believe we shall call her Natum," said Vlad. "For she shall be this for an eternity."
A/N: So, what do you think? I hope you enjoyed it. I bet you all wonder what Natum means, right? Well, my Mom studied Latin for College, so I use that. If you have a language you'd like me to use, suggest it IN A REVIEW! hint, hint. I could use Elvish, you know, like from The Lord Of The RINGS, A.K.A. the language of "the babe", my all-time favorite, BOB HOPE!!! cricket Erm...right. Sorry, wrong notecard. cough, cough as I was saying, my all-time favorite GEORGE CLOONEY! $%% WHAT IS WRONG WITH THESE NOTECARDS!?!?! JERRY? YOU'RE FIRED! MY ALL-TIME FAVORITE ORLANDO BLOOM!!!!!!!!! Well, thanks for reading my story, there'll be more soon, I promise. I'm rooting for at LEAST 3 reviews a chapter, which would be lovely. mumbles: Especially if they gave 10, each, my dream. Well, if you wanna know what that word means, write a review! And write a review anyways!!!!!!!!
Thanks, Mina
Chapter 2: The First Wives Club
A/N: I bet the name got you to read this didn't it? Probably so, well, if not, it's because of my glamorous style acts cool. Not thateither? You sure? Hmmm.....Well, I guess that it's because you were bored then! Really? That's right? Well then why read MY story? I'm no good, am I? Awww, you're so sweet. Thank you, thank you-wakes up wo, that was weird. Oh, hi guys! Um...erm....uh....drool.............
D: tranylvanian accent D does sometimes stand for Dracula, but in this case, it is Disclaimer, correct? Yes, vell (well), vI vo vot vown vacula, vam voker voes, vut vif vou'd vike, vI van vite vabout vit. Vell, vye- vye!!!! (translation: I do not own Dracula, Bram Stoker does, but if you'd like, I can write about it. Well, bye-bye!!!!)
"Uh-right, ok buddy, I think someone forgot to take their medication this morning," said Pat. She began to back away towards the door. Vlad (Vladimir) followed her, slowly gliding as he spoke.
"You do not believe me?" Pat spun around as she bumped into the door. She began to tug on the handle, but it would not move. Suddenly, Vlad gripped her shoulder and spun her around. Face to face, he spoke to her.
"What about now?" he whispered harshly. Long white fangs protruded from his mouth. Pat covered her mouth and screamed loudly. The hideous noise filled the room, echoing. Vlad moved towards her. With one powerful hand he grabbed her throat and moved her chin up.
"Why are you doing this?" shouted Pat.
"Because," stated Vlad, "I need you just as much as you will need me. You have...connections. As I have immortality, to give freely." Head to the side, his entrance was no longer blocked, and his eyes turned red. Within a moment, Vlad attacked her throat, sinking his teeth into Pat's neck and draining her life slowly. Pat screamed even louder. Finally, Vlad pulled away. Pat looked at him in horror.
"What are you?" she asked. Vlad just stared at her deeply and cocked his head. He released his grasp on her throat, and instantly, Pat fell to the ground...dead.
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The soldiers of the Iraqi war sat, laughing wildly, at different tables in an oldtime bar.
"What's wrong, dude?" asked Guy Parkinson, "you seem kinda....weird."
"Ya, dude! Why don't you join us? This lady here's coming back to my place, aren't you, miss...." said another soldier drunkenly.
"Dolly," said the woman, in a bubbly voice. "Dolly Mark. And yes, I am." Jake sighed. The woman only reminded him of his friends back home. And Moira.
"Ah come on guys, leave him alone. He's sad because he didn't get nothing from that Mina girl," laughed out another drunken soldier, as he made rude gestures.
"Her name is Moira, hear me? MOIRA! You sick son of a-" Jake was so angry by now that he need not finish his statement. He stood up from the table angrily, jumped on the man, and shook him by the collar vigorously. Three other soldiers pried him off of the rude man, but Jake fought free of them.
"You think this is funny!" he shouted at them, backing towards the door. "But this isn't a game. In three days we're goin' to war! You hear me? WAR! And all you low-down dirty scum-bags can think about is how horny you are!" With that, he pushed his way past a man in the doorway, and left. The man looked around the room. Everyone was silent, pondering what to do next. A voice rang out, striking up all previous conversations again.
A woman walked up to the man whom had just entered the room. "Hey stud," she cat-called. The man looked at her, then tipped his hat off to her. "Well, ain't that sweet. So, what d'ya want? A beer? A dance? A woman?" she moved up closer to him.
"That last one is closest to correct," he stated in a heavy accent.
"Wo, I can tell you're not from around here. So where ya from?" asked the lady, leading the man over to an empty table.
"Transylvania is my home," he responded. The woman's jaw dropped open.
"You mean you came all of this way?" the woman-Kira-was shocked, "what in the world for?"
"I told you." The woman giggled.
"You mean to tell me you came all the way out here just for little old me?" she didn't let him respond, she simply kissed him on the lips. "How about we get outta here?" The man stood up and extended his arm. The woman giggled again and took it.
Later on, once the two were outside, the strange man pulled Kira into a dark alley.
"Hey, now. Isn't it a little dark out here?"
"Exactly," said the man. He moved towards her neck. The woman's giggles filled the dark alley. In the darkness, two red eyes glowered above the woman's neck. Suddenly, the man sunk two sharp fangs into her throat. The woman yelped. Her breathing increased. Her skin slowly turned death pale. The man pulled away and watched as the woman cried out, then fell to the ground. He watched her for a moment, then bent down and picked her up. He hissed loudly as he transformed into a large bat. He lept into the air and was off.
)()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()( )()
"They're just jerks, they don't know anything about Love." Jake stomped furiously against the cold wet ground. Hands in his pockets, he was the perfect form of anger and frustration.
"And what of Love do you know?" Jake jumped in surprise. Turning, he saw a tall man in a suit standing in place a few feet away.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"What of Love do you know?" he repeated.
"Listen, buddy. I don't wanna talk right now, ok? I've had a tough day, and I don't need to talk to some dude I don't even know about Moira."
"Moira?"
"Damnit." Jake slapped his head, mentally criticizing himself for being so stupid as to involve Moira in this.
"Tell me of this Moira," said the strange man.
"Listen buddy, I told you, I-"
"Tell me." For some reason, Jake had a sudden urge to spill his heart out and tell the man everything, so he did.
"Moira is my girlfriend-well, my fiance. She lives in England.Her parents-the wealthiest family in London- don't aprove of me though, so I went to war to prove that their ideas about me were wrong, but now they think I'm addicted to violence, and it's getting harder and harder for me to get to Moira. I want to just leave here and go to her, but then they'd think I was a coward. It's all fucked up, and-" Jake suddenly realized his place and shut up. GOD! I am SO stupid!!! That's the last time I go out with the guys.
"Interesting," said the man.
"Ya? Well it's none of your business, get outta here!"
"Do you have a remembrance of her?"
"What?" asked Jake in confusion.
"A photograph," corrected the man.
"Ya, but you have no right to-"
"Let me see it."
"What? No!" The man stared at Jake. Jake's hand automatically snapped to his pocket, where something jtted out. The man's eyes followed Jake's hand. Jake turned pale as he realized that the man was not exactly petite. In fact, he was muscular. Jake turned and ran. The man flicked his wrist, and something fell out of Jake's pocket.
The man stared after Jake. Once he was out of sight, the man walked over and picked the item up. It was a photograph- the one of Moira.
"My God!" said the man. The woman had dark, curly long hair (A/N:I'm not going by the movie, I told you already), that was the color of night. Her hair was down, and she was in the middle of a laugh. "It cannot be," said the man. "Mina? Elizabetta? No, Moira...This cannot be. Or can it? Yes, I suppose it can. After all, it did happen once before." The man clenched the picture and turned. As he did so, he disappeared from sight. A single black bat flew across the sky, and into a chimney stack.
A woman's scream filled the night air.
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"What-what am I doing here?" asked a young girl. She looked to be 16, dressed in blue jeans and a pink shirt.
"You didn't do it yet? Oh, dear husband, why in the world not?" spoke no other than Patricia. She was dressed differently than before. She was dressed in a long black dress, the sleeves had fashionable patterned holes in them.
"Because, I could not risk the time. She was not alone where I found her. In fact-" Vladimir Dracula spoke as he stood in his home. He turned and left the room for a moment. When he returned, his arms were filled with the cold, dead body of Kira Kirstenough. "I had no time to spare, carrying two limp bodies across ocean and land alike was a difficult task. Kira began to stir. "Ah! She wakes."
Kira opened her eyes. She yawned. "Here already?" Pat scoffed. She's going to be competition. A loud BAM! filled the room. All eyes turned to rest on the young girl. Her face was pale and her eyes were wide with fright. She stood on top of a box, holding a rifle. Where it came from was obvious. The box to her left was open, and filled with all types of weaponry. Vlad looked down to see a hole in his chest. Pat hissed at the girl, and was about to attack when Vlad spoke.
"Come now, Patricia. It is not even a scratch."
"Not even a scratch!?! You're going about to die from that-whatever you want to call it!" shouted the young girl.
"What is your name, girl?" asked Pat.
"Like I'm gonna tell you."
"If she does not tell us her name, then we shall give her one," Vlad spoke. He let Dolly slide out of his grasp. "Now, you two need feeding. Do you know what to do?"
"Yes," said Pat and Kira in unison. They turned towards the young girl. She looked terrified, and who could blame her? She shot three bullets out. Each went through the two brides, but stopped neither of them. Vlad laughed and clapped his hands together. Turning, he left the room. Just as he did so, his two brides closed in on the young girl. She emitted her one last scream.
Vlad returned to the room, as his two wives turned away from the girl, blood dripping from their mouths.
"I believe we shall call her Natum," said Vlad. "For she shall be this for an eternity."
A/N: So, what do you think? I hope you enjoyed it. I bet you all wonder what Natum means, right? Well, my Mom studied Latin for College, so I use that. If you have a language you'd like me to use, suggest it IN A REVIEW! hint, hint. I could use Elvish, you know, like from The Lord Of The RINGS, A.K.A. the language of "the babe", my all-time favorite, BOB HOPE!!! cricket Erm...right. Sorry, wrong notecard. cough, cough as I was saying, my all-time favorite GEORGE CLOONEY! $%% WHAT IS WRONG WITH THESE NOTECARDS!?!?! JERRY? YOU'RE FIRED! MY ALL-TIME FAVORITE ORLANDO BLOOM!!!!!!!!! Well, thanks for reading my story, there'll be more soon, I promise. I'm rooting for at LEAST 3 reviews a chapter, which would be lovely. mumbles: Especially if they gave 10, each, my dream. Well, if you wanna know what that word means, write a review! And write a review anyways!!!!!!!!
Thanks, Mina