Yeah, I just figured out the whole A/N thing. This is my first full length fic. I hope you all like it, and nobody complain about my chapter length, I know some of them are short. Remember, I hope you like/ review it, cause I mostly posted this for you.
Disclaimer: I don't own Dracula (don't rub it in) or any other characters from the movie.
Verishka and all other characters that you don't know from the movie are mine! So no touchy!
Vladislaus awoke. He believed it to be early, for the sun was low in the sky as it glistened off his glass window, and reflected on to a nearby wall. They would leave tomorrow, giving the men today to heal. It would be then that they would begin their walk towards the castle of king Nicholas III. There were not many reasons why she should even bother getting out of bed before then. His arm was mending nicely and... suddenly the thought found him. It was only yesterday that he had met Verishka. For years she had only been his "promised one." The one that he would marry and if he got to see her once before the wedding, that would be nice. However yesterday changed things. They had met, quite unexpectedly, and she washed away any anxieties he had about marrying her. Intelligent, compassionate, witty, and she had beauty that out shown the moon.
Suddenly the young count had all the reasons in the world to get out of bed. He sat up, more quickly and eagerly than ever before in his life. Quickly he dressed in a black shirt, pants, boots and over coat. Carefully, he pulled back his jet black hair. Several loose strands always flowed in front, but he didn't mind.
Walking at a very fast past, Vladislaus turned around several hallways in the large manor before coming down the stairs. Walking down the stairs, or more actually running, he made his way to the dinning hall where only Verishka sate their, picking at some eggs but eating nothing.
"Good morning my dear," she said kissing her cheek lightly. Verishka smiled and softly said,
"Good morning."
"I see I am not the only one who is up at the early hours of the morning," he said sitting down next to her. A plate was immediately brought to him.
"Yes, my father won't be up for at least two more hours. Then you shall see the entire house wake up. I love the house at the hour, quiet, empty," she said.
"So do I, but it is rather nice to share this tranquility with someone, don't you think?" he asked.
"Yes, I agreed," she said softly.
"You're so quiet my dear, I would hat to see what king of emotional outburst you would have if someone was to anger you," he said. Verishka laughed for a moment, and said,
"You're right, I've not been angered in awhile, I pray you never see it,"
"Temper or no, my care for you will remain," he said.
"And you?" she asked.
"What?"
"You seem laid back, what of your temper?" she questioned.
"My men say they see the fires of hell in my eyes on the battle field, I suppose you could say we are in the same boat," he said.
"You and I seem to find very interesting things to talk about," Verishka said.
"You're right, what should we be talking about?" he asked.
"I don't know," Verishka said.
"How about his?" Vladislaus said, kissing her lips and running his hand across her cheek.
"What about it?" she smiled.
"I love you," he confided in her.
"My father told me I would grow to love you in time. I had no idea it would happen so fast," she whispered.
"I know, nor I," he said.
"Do you think you would have still fallen in love with me if we weren't to be married?" she asked.
"Yes, yes, yes. I would have tried not to, but it would have happened just the same. Because we are to be married, I had no reason to try and stop myself from falling in love with you," he said.
"Why are we whispering if we are the only ones in the room?" she asked, slightly louder.
"I haven't the slightest idea," Vladislaus laughed. They both laughed for a moment before Vladislaus asked,
"Tell me, are the eggs here always so burnt?"
"Yes, Zsa Zsa can cook anything in the world, just not egg," she told him, pushing her plate away from herself. Vladislaus did the same and the stood up. He offered her his hand, and she took it, standing up to face him. They walked side by side out of the grand dinning room. Its alabaster walls gleaming, with shadows from the fireplace dancing off of them.
Soon they entered a smaller room with several book shelves and tables. Several soldiers were sitting at the various tables.
"Darling, allow me to introduce you to my dear friend," Vladislaus said, leading her to a man sitting near the window. He turned his head as they approached.
"Hello Gabriel, allow me to introduce you to my fiancé, Verishka Gabor. Verishka this is my good friend, Gabriel Van Helsing," he said.
"Pleased to meet you, Gabriel," Verishka said.
"The pleasure is all mine," Van Helsing said, smiling at her.
His hair was slightly shorter than the count's, and much lighter. Although try as she did to keep an open mind, knowing that he was so close to Vladislaus, she had always quickly judged people. And Van Helsing was no exception. Having not know him for an entire hour, she could not place her finger on what bothered her about him, but she felt he would cause trouble, so she was on her toes.
"So, Vladislaus, you finally met your mysterious fiancé," Gabriel said.
"Yes, ah Gabriel you'll have to excuse us, we have some business to attend to with her father," he said.
"I understand, you two go ahead," he said.
"Thank you Gabriel," Vladislaus said.
"Verishka and Vladislaus quickly left the room, and fled to a slightly bigger room that appeared to be another study.
"I could be wrong, but you seemed to wish to get out of there as badly as I did," Verishka said, leaning against the wall to catch her breath, as Vladislaus was doing.
"That had to be one of the most awkward situations I've ever been in," Vladislaus said.
"Why do you think it was?" Verishka asked him.
"This may just be my guilt, now that I have found someone and he is alone," he said.
"Do not be troubled with that, my love, not when we have happier things to think of," Verishka soothed, "if he is truly your friend, then he will understand and be happy for you."
"I suppose you are right," he said holding out his arms and Verishka immediately went to him. He rapped her in his arms and gently stroked her head.
"My dear, I only wish you did not need take your leave tomorrow," she said.
"I know, I know. But think of it as an temporary separation, until we see each other again," he said lightly kissing the top of her head.
"You had better come back to me," she whispered in his ear, pulling even closer to him, and resting her head against his chest.
"Of course, my love. I could not very well let you go through with the wedding by yourself, can I?" he asked.