Author/Banshee Queen: "After first laying my eyes on Dracula's three devilishly gorgeous brides in the movie Van Helsing, I knew it was love at first sight. I mean come on! Breath-taking beauty, eye-popping outfits, saddistic nature, incredible strength, what more could the bad guy want in a woman? Not to mention three!
The fact that they are VAMPIRES and WOMAN just totally brings new meaning to the saying; "Woman can do anything." Damn straight!
This chapter is dedicated to my good good friend Maree who just loves to imitate a good Transylvanian accent like me. ;D
Disclaimer: "I do not own any of the the Van Helsing characters, none at all. Shame though."
There Were Once Three Of Us
Chapter 1: We Were A Family
There were once three of us.
Three beautiful brides who had forsaken our mortal lives to be with the one man we all loved…
Count Vlasdilaus Dragulia.
Throughout the world he was known as 'Dracula' or 'Nosferatu' but to us he was 'Our Love', our protector…our world.
We had gladly given our lives to him and pledged to stand by his side for eternity while the world slowly rolled by…
Centuries passed, and still we stood by our Master.
Laid by his side.
Loving him, pleasing him, his every command a task which we followed out with our uttermost loyalty and love.
There was no question of jealous or rivalry between the three of us.
We loved each other like sisters, and clung to one another for support in times of need.
We were happy.
And we were a family.
There were four of us then…
But each of us all held in mind one thing: to love, cherish and honour our Master above all things.
Countless times we had tried to bring our children into the world, and each time we had failed.
But with our sisterly love and support, and the love for our Master, we had kept on.
But then the world changed.
Our world changed…
…forever.
A Holy Warrior from Rome had come to the sleepy country of Transylvania…
Our sleepy country.
With him he had brought a useless companion of some sort; a monk.
Our Master had hissed at the mention of such a Holy Worshipper.
The Warrior was aided by a certain Transylvanian Princess who had just so recently lost her brother to our Master's werewolf;
Princess Anna.
For centuries we had tried to eliminate the Valerious family…
But strangely enough we had not succeeded and had failed in our every attempt.
That fateful day when we had swooped upon the unsuspecting village I had felt a tingle of fear sliver down my back for the first time in my life.
"Stop your teasing Marishka, and finish him!"
Verona's words still ring in my head; we had both cornered the Gypsy Princess while Marishka followed her elder's orders and took care of Van Helsing.
But just as Verona was about to sink her teeth into the last of the Valerious family member, Marishka tumbled through the air, rolling until finally landing crucified, pinned to the wall of a villager's wooden house.
A scream of terror, shock and anguish escaped mine and Verona's throats as we immediately morphed into our winged forms, bursting through the roof of the poor run-down house we thought Princess Anna would draw her last breath in.
"Marishka!"
I wailed, my sorrowful cry echoing among the snow-peaked mountaintops. We soared away in pain…
We had lost our beloved sister.
Author/Banshee Queen: "Sappy chapter up ahead. You have been warned lol."