A/N: So here is the explanation for this madness. I wrote this while I was on the subway the other day, and it assumes that both the vampire brides and Dracula were not truly dead. It's a one-shot, so please don't ask for more chapters. That always happens to my one-shots! By the way, Santina is a name for the first vampire bride that the good people of Dark Musicals Forum decided upon and that I like.

An Unlikely Meeting

Santina stepped inside the train car, looking for a victim. She was hungry, and she had not fed for several days. The car was almost empty. She did not have too many options to choose from. She found no one who interested her until she scented despair on one young girl in the corner. It was a pleasant odor to her, and she longed to taste that girl's blood.

The rest of the passengers had shied away from her, for the girl moved her lips wordlessly as though speaking to an invisible companion. She even paused as though waiting for his – or her – reaction. With each sentence she became more and more despairing. It was pleasant for Santina to watch. She sat down in the empty space next to the girl and waited.

Santina quickly sent messages into all of the other passengers' minds, memories of appointments made, places to go. Finally they were all gone, and no one else came on. Santina was alone with the girl. She felt her fangs form under her lips and smiled widely, showing them.

Understanding and shock were clear in the girl's eyes, but she did not seem afraid. She said softly, almost under her breath, "He will not be happy." Santina looked at her, confused and lost her joy for a moment, "What do you mean?" The girl smiled sadly. "He does not like having his prey taken from him."

She turned her wrist over as she spoke. "I too bear a gift from the Master, sister." Santina was astonished to find that two bite marks were there, identical to the ones she was intending to place there. She was at a loss for words. "Him? Really, him? Why would he, so great, choose one, like…" The girl smiled again, that same sad smile. "I know who you are. Can you not see who I am, or was?

Santina looked into the girl's eyes and saw the sorrow, the pain and the knowledge. A name was on her lips, "Mina…" she started. But the girl stood, and said quietly "This is my stop." And she left.

Santina sat there, and could only finish her sentence. "…Harker." She looked sadly at the girl who one could have been her fourth sister.