This is my first Dracula 2001 fanfic. I loved this movie, ever since I saw it I have always wondered what must be going through his mind when he's hanging from the cross near the end. Here's my thoughts, please review!
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"This is how you die."
Were the final words he heard before he felt a smooth cord wrap itself around his neck limiting his air supply. It never really occurred to him not even as he and Mary fell from the roof that it would be the last words he ever heard.
As they fell from the roof sparks all around them blurred his vision but he grabbed hold of Mary. Even as the cord tightened round his neck he kept hold of Mary's hand while he fought for air.
Why was he still holding on to her? "Have you forgotten all that she did to you?" the voice inside his head screamed. Dracula could only just hear it above the dull roaring that filled his ears.
His eyes met Mary's he could sense the fear in her eyes as he kept a firm grasp on her hand. Why didn't he just let her go? The fall would not kill her. Deep down he knew why he didn't want to let her go. She was his final grasp of hope but as the cord continued to tighten he could feel that hope beginning to slip from his grasp.
The sun was rising he knew he didn't have much time. As the cord tightened again he felt the small piece of hope he had left slip from his grasp. Even as she fell he couldn't break eye contact with her. He knew he should her after all that she'd done but he didn't she was his hope.
The sun was rising fast he knew what he had to do. He had to cut her from him…he had to realise her. He knew he was going to die but he didn't want Mary to suffer the same cruel fate. He fought against the cord that was cutting into his throat, "I…release….you" he choked.
Finally he broke his gaze from Mary. He looked up and met the eyes of God. This was God's will, he was now to die for his sins. He sensed Mary's eyes on him. As the sun finally rose over the Orleans he finally understood his cruel fate. Once again he knew that happiness was within his reach but his cold and selfish soul had prevented him grasping it. It wasn't Mary that he loved and wanted to keep a hold of it was the small glimmer of hope that she represented.