A/N: This is just an insane idea that popped in my head. I'm running with it.

Disclaimer: I'm a fourteen year old ninth grader with nothing to my name. Do I sound like I own anything? Heck, I don't even own a copy of the movie! Besides Drea, Raze, Lysander, Ella, Gwen, Celeste, and Cricket.

Smoke and Mirrors

Chapter One: In which Drea gets in a fight and magic is ample

Fourteen year old Drea Russell was fuming. She and one of her friends, Lysander, had just had a knockdown, drag out fight. She pushed a stubborn black curl out of her smoky green eyes, wondering whether it was possible to kill with a glare. If so, Lysander would have died a slow, painful, death.

Her head shot up when she heard a shout. What the heck? She thought. Not many people live near here, and fewer are out after dark.

She silently crept up to the source of the noise.

Drea swore at the sight before her.

A group of three, two men and a woman, were franticly holding off what looked like four overgrown bats. They were doing pretty good, but they were out numbered, and the smaller man was shaking. Drea smiled grimly. I guess should try to even out the odds.

She did the only thing she could think of. She ran in, yelling.

She did a double take at the sight of one of the bat-thingies turning into a dark haired man.

"And who are you, my dear?"

Drea raised an eyebrow. "A girl." The man glared at her. She shrugged. "Hey, ask a stupid question, get a stupid answer."

The humans in the area were looking at Drea like she was crazy. Which wasn't far from the truth. She was still in a bad mood because of Lysander, and therefore had little common sense.

But she had enough common sense to duck when a white bat-creature swooped at her. "Hey, watch where you're swooping!" she yelled. She was starting to get in a screw-it-all mood, which would not bode well for those bat-creatures.

When she was grabbed from behind, what was left of her temper was shattered. She stomped on the foot of her captor, not caring how much she got hurt, as long as the people she was fighting were hurting worse.

She held out a palm, and muttered something, calling a gray fire into her palm. She hurled it at the redheaded woman who had grabbed her, watching in satisfaction as she was thrown back into a tree. To her surprise- she hadn't used that much power- the woman screamed and shriveled up into ash.

To her surprise, to two bat-creatures and the dark haired man flew away.

"What were they?" Drea breathed. In her five years as a junior witch, she had never seen anything like that before.

"Vampires. The one you just killed was called Aleera. She was one of Dracula's brides." Said the woman, who had dark hair and eyes.

"We might inquire as to what you are, miss, "said the small man. Drea rolled her eyes.

"I'm a witch, what did you think I was?"

"A name would also prove helpful," he prompted.

"Deirdre Trisana Russell, A.K.A. Drea, A.K.A. Magiatrix Traz," she drawled, attempting to lean against a tree. Keyword being attempting. She missed, instead sprawling onto the ground, nearly impaling herself on a stick.

"Traz attack," she muttered. She straightened herself, mind racing. The bat-creatures seemed familiar, but where did she see it…

"Aw, s!#," she breathed. It was that movie, Van Helsing. She had only saw part of it, but she realized that all of them were characters from a movie.

"Someone's been doing serious magic." Drea's voice was shaky. "And I want to know who."

"How would you find out?" the third man asked.

"I can scry, but I don't know if it will work. So I'm just gonna get all four of us safely out of the range of the freaky bat creatures." She retorted, dragging all three towards her house.

"I like that idea," the shorter man added.

"First, names, please," she asked. Just to be sure.

"Gabriel Van Helsing."

"Anna Velarious."

"Carl."

"I see." Drea turned the knob on her door, letting the sound of Evenesance hit her ears.

"Come on in."

Coming Soon: Chapter Two: In which Drea does some explaining and Ella gets mad