A few weeks after her confrontation with Dracula, Anna crouched,
contemplating the life that she had lived for so long. The thought that one
meeting with the enemy had made her question her very life made her skin
crawl, but it happened.
Every battle had been the same. The brides would swoop down and wreak havoc on the countryside, leaving the townspeople broken spirited and bleeding in the streets, trying to gather up their lives, Dracula sitting in whatever fortress he occupied that night, waiting for his lovely brides to return, fully fed to worship him, and Anna helping whatever needed help, vowing to kill Dracula. It all seemed so pointless after all the years.
Life was beginning to seem so mundane to Anna. The battles with Dracula happening as often as the sun sunk into the horizon, each time with nothing to show for it...it was just becoming too much for her to bear. She was still young, and yet, she faced death every waking moment. It had begun to be a promise, a comforting promise rather than a foreboding, imminent fear. The thought of slipping to cool darkness, never having to care about the "family legacy" again was so alluring that she had contemplated ending her life before, after extremely bloody and harsh battles with Dracula.
This time, as she thought about death, it was not the cool, peaceful nothingness she had come to know it by – no, this time, it went beyond that, into a feeling of security and wholeness; the same feeling that she had had on the dance floor with Dracula.
Indeed, after a brief moment of contemplation, she could no longer discern which would be more welcome, killing Dracula and ridding her family of it's curse, killing herself and thus being free, or joining Dracula, the beautiful creature that had haunted her thoughts...
Since laying her eyes on him the first time as a small child, when he had entered her bedroom intent on killing her mother and father, she had thought him fascinating with his long, dark hair pulled up into a high ponytail, strands falling across his eyes which had seemed so cruel, he had been as lovely as he was evil.
Fifteen years had not changed that feeling, and when he had told her that his heart had only to be rekindled as he dipped her low and ran his long, artistically tapered hands up her body to her throat, she could do nothing but allow that feeling to grow into something that became physical as well as emotional.
{Perhaps it was his "charm" from the previous night that makes me feel the way I do, but I don't believe I can go back to being what I was...} she thought to herself as shivers ran up her spine.
Her thoughts were rudely cut short as she gazed into Aleera's mocking face.
"Hello, Princess..." she said as she punched her with all her inhuman strength could muster.
Soon, the two of them were rising toward the castle that housed the being of Anna's thoughts.
Soon, Anna would be face to face with her most fearsome enemy and greatest object of lust, and the choice that she had been debating over would be made.
Every battle had been the same. The brides would swoop down and wreak havoc on the countryside, leaving the townspeople broken spirited and bleeding in the streets, trying to gather up their lives, Dracula sitting in whatever fortress he occupied that night, waiting for his lovely brides to return, fully fed to worship him, and Anna helping whatever needed help, vowing to kill Dracula. It all seemed so pointless after all the years.
Life was beginning to seem so mundane to Anna. The battles with Dracula happening as often as the sun sunk into the horizon, each time with nothing to show for it...it was just becoming too much for her to bear. She was still young, and yet, she faced death every waking moment. It had begun to be a promise, a comforting promise rather than a foreboding, imminent fear. The thought of slipping to cool darkness, never having to care about the "family legacy" again was so alluring that she had contemplated ending her life before, after extremely bloody and harsh battles with Dracula.
This time, as she thought about death, it was not the cool, peaceful nothingness she had come to know it by – no, this time, it went beyond that, into a feeling of security and wholeness; the same feeling that she had had on the dance floor with Dracula.
Indeed, after a brief moment of contemplation, she could no longer discern which would be more welcome, killing Dracula and ridding her family of it's curse, killing herself and thus being free, or joining Dracula, the beautiful creature that had haunted her thoughts...
Since laying her eyes on him the first time as a small child, when he had entered her bedroom intent on killing her mother and father, she had thought him fascinating with his long, dark hair pulled up into a high ponytail, strands falling across his eyes which had seemed so cruel, he had been as lovely as he was evil.
Fifteen years had not changed that feeling, and when he had told her that his heart had only to be rekindled as he dipped her low and ran his long, artistically tapered hands up her body to her throat, she could do nothing but allow that feeling to grow into something that became physical as well as emotional.
{Perhaps it was his "charm" from the previous night that makes me feel the way I do, but I don't believe I can go back to being what I was...} she thought to herself as shivers ran up her spine.
Her thoughts were rudely cut short as she gazed into Aleera's mocking face.
"Hello, Princess..." she said as she punched her with all her inhuman strength could muster.
Soon, the two of them were rising toward the castle that housed the being of Anna's thoughts.
Soon, Anna would be face to face with her most fearsome enemy and greatest object of lust, and the choice that she had been debating over would be made.