Chapter 4:

" A silver stake, a crucifix? What, you didn't think we tried it before?" Anna said, giving Vanhelsing a good hard shove. Thinking that they might be being watched if they grab there horses, the pair left them behind to travel on foot.

"I-" he began

" We have been hunting this creature for more than four hundred years," Anna said, cutting him off.

"we've shot him, stabbed him, clubbed him, doused him with holy water and staked him in the heart and still he lives!"

Reaching the windmill, they dashed under it for shelter, not minding at all the charred remains of it as it flaked off onto there heads as the rain poured down like buckets, with Mira not far behind them.

"God, isn't there a town or something around here?" Mira said.

Riding her horse, she turned around and rode the other way. Maybe those people know where their going. She thought. I'll follow them. I mean, after all, they do know this place better than I do.

Meanwhile, Dracula's brides were in his chambers, listening to Dracula complain.

"and on top of everything, some woman set me on fire!" he finished.

Aleera and Verona looked at each other in their alarm.

"What…what woman master?" Aleera asked carefully.

"I don't know!" he roared.

"Some woman! She had brown hair and green eyes!" he said.

He stopped, calming immediately as the recognization flickered in his eyes.

"Why do you care?" he asked, turning to look at them. The two vampires looked at each other again, and then back at Dracula.

"We will be right back." Said Verona rising. "

Yes." Aleera said, rising too. They turned and began heading for the door.

"What are you up to?" Dracula asked.

"Nothing," Verona said, hastening toward the door.

"we just…" she said, reaching for the door knob.

"Did you know that girl?" he asked sternly, leaning against the door.

Stopping, they just stared at him. He bit his lip. "Find her and bring her to me." He said, releasing the door from under them. Without a word, they both silently filed out.

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Lightening flashed and rain poured as Mira looked for a good place to stay. God! Where did they go! She thought with alarm. Hey look! A windmill! she thought, looking up ahead. Her eyes were wide with excitement, and she willed the horse to go faster.

"There she is! Lets get her!" Verona said. She swooped down and flapped her wings faster.

"Hey, what's that noise?" Mira said, looking behind her. She saw them swooping toward her. Jumping off the horse, she let out a screech and stumbled back words, falling down. Not taking the time to gaze, she quickly got up and ran as fast as she could away from them while Verona flung her horse up in the air, while Aleera followed in hot pursuit. Running near the woods, she tripped and fell on a root, Aleera swooping in for the kill. Mira stuck out a leg high in the air as she turned to flip on her back, which Aleera caught gladly. Taking no time to carry her, she flung Mira to Verona, her mouth shaped in a silent scream as she flipped violently through the air. Oh no! my viles! She thought. She watched in a split as her bottles fell out of her coat, before landing in the safety of Verona's talons.

Looking up at Verona, she stared at her in disbelief as she looked her up and down. The, wings, the fangs, the…the talons! She thought, reaching down to touch them. She touched them tenderly. Looking up, she saw her face. Wow. She thought. So powerful as well as beautiful and majestic…yet so deadly. It's perfect in it's own right…god must have put his work in you. Verona smiled, reading her thoughts. Oh yes, my child, someone did put their work into us. Verona thought. But not god.