AN: I don't own Dracula, Anna or any of the original characters. (though I wish I did wink wink

The ebony abyss of her mind enveloped her as she dreamed of heaven, her family and the monster that would ensnare her within the night. Things that she would not remember in the morning flooded her vision as things that she shouldn't have ever seen came forward in her unconscious state. Pictures of bloody battlefields ripe with the carnage of the afternoon, impaled bodies in a beautiful, lush courtyard horrified and excited her. She did not understand that the dreams were not hers until she woke with a start as a sword was thrust into "her" body and she came face to face with a raven- haired, blue-eyed portrait of masculine beauty...Dracula.

The bed that she was laying on was plush, and so the dead ache in her joints and muscles had diminished somewhat, however, she was unable to raise her head enough in order to defend herself from her vicious enemy. {Damnit. I am done for if he tries anything now...I can hardly move...} she thought as Dracula leaned in closer, watching her as she went over every possible maneuver in her head.

"Hello, Anna," he said, with his richly accented voice that seemed to creep along her skin raising feelings of both desire and fear at the same time. "I have been waiting for you to come back to me. I was hoping that you would do so on your own, but as that obviously did not happen, I resorted to more...forceful means of attaining you."

"What do you want with me, Satan's Spawn??" Anna asked, practically spitting the words into Dracula's face.

"Anna...Please, I am not Satanic. I am not even close. My name, if you did not know is Vladislaus Dracula, and as you are a...guest...in my house, I would ask that you call me that instead."

"Never." She spit out, the look of disgust and hate filling her eyes to the brim.

"As you wish..." Replied Dracula, each syllable cut short to show the anger that he felt within.

Anna, as she lay prone, was not able to defend herself from the physical power of Dracula's force as he grabbed her and flung her against the stone wall of the bedroom, her head hitting with a dull –smack-. Blurred areas and black spots invaded her eyesight as her already damaged skull was practically split open.

As she lay there, Dracula came close, crouched down, and, having grabbed her by her hair, said into her ear with unnerving calmness, "I will have you, Anna. Whether it be by your own free will or by my force, I will have you as my bride." With that, he kissed her harshly before he flicked her head backward once more, connecting it with the stone. Anna was unconscious as soon as her limp form slumped to the ground.

AN: I hope you like it, I want this plotline to last for a while, so I am making the chapters short. Oh, I have some bad news as well – I am leaving on Sunday for a 6 week job, and I don't know how I am going to be able to get my writing done. For sure, it will be at least a week between updates, but shrug there really isn't anything that I can do about the whole situation...

Okay, and thank you to those of you that have reviewed. I really have appreciated it.