Disclaimer: I don't own the song My Immortal, Evanescence does. The rest, you know.
Once again Dracula was out of her life. And like she had done before, she fled from where his presence haunted her. She had not forgotten her plans to go to Egypt, and decided to move to Cairo. There, she purchased a home in an english colony.
It was a very open house, with smooth stone walls and windows with nothing but sheer cloth drapes to cover them. Much of english society welcomed her, and she was invited annually to social events. However once again she had recoiled from people, spending most of her time alone.
The year was 1830, and she had been out of London for sixty years. Her immortal life made time pass no quicker. It was an unusually cold night, for the normally warm weather of Egypt.
With no one to speak to, Verishka sat, gazing out at the city and the Nile. She had just fed from a woman of about thirty. However she had decided to have mercy and turned the woman. Screams could now be heard from the town as the new vampire explored her new powers.
Without realizing it, and old tune that Verishka had learned escaped her lips. Before singing anymore of it she went to the piano. Her fingers recalling the keys with exact precision as her clear and enchanting voice found the words.
"I'm so tired of being here
suppressed by all my childish fears,
and if you have to leave,
I wish that you would just leave,
because your presence still lingers here,
and it won't leave me alone.
These wounds won't seem to heal,
this pain is just too real
there's just too much that time cannot erase.
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears,
when you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears,
and I've held your hand through all of these years,
but you still have all of me.
You use to captivate me,
by your resonating light,
but now I'm bound by the life you left behind
your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams,
your voice it chased away all the sanity in me.
These wounds won't seem to heal,
this pain is just too real,
there's just too much that time cannot erase.
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears,
when you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears,
and I've held your hand through all of these years,
but you still have all of me.
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone,
and though you're still with me,
I've been alone all along."
She then let herself play the rest of the elaborate piano part while holding the last note. Once she finished she sighed, it was no coincidence that she had chosen that song. Suddenly she heard a clapping from behind her, and didn't need to turn around to know who it was.
"Beautiful, simply beautiful," the deep voice of Count Dracula complimented.
"Myself or the song?" Verishka inquired, turning around on the bench to face him.
"Both. Interesting choice of song though. Does my voice really chase away all of your sanity? You seem fairly composed to me," he asked, anxiously.
"Well composure has always been my strong point," she said.
"Verishka you are even more beautiful than I remembered," he said from his place by the window. His appearance had changed little. He was still dressed neatly in black, his long hair pulled back with the loose strands in front, framing his handsome face. And Verishka still found herself getting lost in his icy blue eyes.
"Well before I thank you for that compliment I trust you've gained control of your mind?" she asked.
"For a moment, Dracula had nothing to say. He had been harder on himself when it came to what he had done than Verishka had. At first he thought he would start begging for forgiveness, but he then decided to say, "Satan is... no longer in my mind, and is going to stay out."
"Good, now why are you here? We had an agreement, which you've already broken twice, once by your own free will," she asked.
"If you're referring to all of those years ago in the church, I recall no such agreement. You wanted to leave, and I let you, but now I have returned," he said.
"By your own free will you haven't showed up here in two hundred and thirty years. What is is Dracula?" she persisted.
"If the truth be told I miss your company," he said.
"I can understand that. Although I'm curious as to how you find time to miss my company with all the brides you must keep with you. However I suppose people with minds of their own do sometimes make better company," she said.
"True, but I've also come to give you a personal invitation to my annual All Hallows Eve masquerade ball in Budapest," he said.
"Much as that sounds enjoyable I have several matters of business to attend to that will prevent me from attending," she lied.
"Oh, that is unfortunate. It would really have meant a lot to me to have had you at my side," Dracula said. He then stood up and gave her his hand to help her up. Then he pulled her into a seductive embrace and tried to kiss her.
"Please no," she quietly pleaded.
"Why?" he whispered.
"You should know," she whimpered, showing him a memory of the lustful glare he held that night in London. Dracula then released her, but the moment he did she suddenly didn't want the embrace to end. The way he had held her had been so loving and tender. She had to keep telling herself that Dracula could never change.
"The ball is in one week. Your invitation remains open. This is no trap Verishka, I only long for your presence there that one night," he said. She nodded, and with one swirl of his cape he was out the window, and Verishka was once again alone in the room.