===Chapter 4: Horrific Scenes of Ancient Battles Past ===
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A/N: Sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes in my last chapter and maybe this one. I seriously hav nothing to do but write this week, so I hope you guys can bare my lack of social activity. Thank you all for so many reviews!
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Sinister-Darkness: Thanks for the review! Here's a little insight on Ôfear the feared and the feared will fear you'. When people fear something, they Ôdefend' themselves with violence. This causes the thing that was feared to fear you as well, and animals tend to lash out when intimidated. So if you don't fear them, they won't fear you, and everything is peaceful! Sorry if that was a bit confusing.
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A great war. Evil tried to prevail, but they would not, she knew in her heart they would not. Swords clashed together, sparks flew. The scent of death fell over the air, and one could not escape its terror. Fear flowed through veins like blood, but no one let it take them over. They had a great cause to fight for, and all believed their side would win.
Blood splattered the earth, and dust did its best to prevent sight. The sky was a musty brown, blending with the ground, so one did not know if they were standing upside down or right side up. But it did not matter. None of it mattered. The only thing that mattered to her was victory, and she knew she would have it. She would do her best to rid evil from her Lord's lands, never to enter again.
She was dressed akin to her fellow soldiers; the strongest armor of the purest white, lined with a trim of gold. Her sword was the toughest silver, and could cut through anything, yet it was as light as a feather. She swung it wildly out at her enemies, showing no mercy towards the atrocities. Her helmet made her look all the more beautiful and dangerous. She was not to be messed with.
She fought ferociously, beating her way through the crowd of demons and ex-angels, the greedy bastards who bowed to Satan. She turned towards where she knew her army was, but she could not see them, as she was surrounded by snarling demons. Despite the circumstances, she wield her shining sword bravely, raising it into the air. With a loud war dry, she ran to them, slashing her sword at their throats, and they knew no more. But one, no matter their strength, cannot take on as many as hundred.
"Michael!" She cried out. She needed is help, any help desperately. But if she had to, she would die for her Lord most willingly, such was her devotion to him. But as it were, her death would not come today.
Her general joined her, along with others, in defeating this ring of evil.
"Danelle! Behind you!" Michael called out to her. And she swung herself around to face a rather large demon, its burned skin rotting and his blackened teeth gnashing together in a way that let Danelle know that if he killed her or anyone else, he would relish the feel of their flesh between his large jaws. He had swung his mangled, sharp axe at her throat, and when she turned around, it was but only inches from its wanted destination.
Danelle's eyes widened just as it was about to tear her throat open.
Nerys bolted upright, a thin sheet of sweat covering her body, making her quite uncomfortable. What the Hell was that? Nerys tried her best to remember her dream, but the harder she tried, the faster is slipped from her mind. As she sat in her deep coffin, she hastily wiped the sweat from her face. A strong arm was wrapped around her waist, and she almost screamed. The arm pulled her back down to the form of a slim but strong man.
"Go back to sleep, Nerys," He mumbled. Nerys sighed in relief at the voice; it was only Dracula. He forced her to ay back down next to him, and she slightly snuggled into him. She could feel his soft breathe upon her face, and she almost giggled. He seemed so innocent when he slept. Then she thought again, with much annoyance from her head.
Why was Dracula in her casket?
"Dracula?" Nerys asked quietly. The Count sighed in annoyance.
"What?" He drowsily snapped, eyes still closed. The sun hadn't even set yet and he wanted to sleep!
"Why are you in my coffin?" Nerys asked, ignoring his snappiness.
"Shut up and go to sleep, Nerys," Dracula mumbled into her hair. Nerys rolled her eyes. Then changed the subject. Not that they were having much of a conversation; Dracula wasn't cooperating.
"Did you know I could touch the crucifix?" Nerys asked, but Dracula was already out cold. Nerys rolled her eyes again and poked his forehead several times before he woke up.
"What!" He snapped, still groggy. He had barely opened his eyes. Nerys bit her lip to keep herself from laughing.
"Did you know I could touch the crucifix?" She repeated. Dracula's arm around her waist tightened, pulling her closer to him.
"No, and I'm guessing you didn't either. We shall experiment later today. Now shut up and sleep. Or at least let me sleep," Dracula added. The corner of her mouth tugged a bit. He was so cute when he was sleepy! So she couldn't help herself: she leaned in and gave him a kiss on his forehead. His eyes snapped open to look at her.
"That's something you fail to give me everyday," He half mumbled. Nerys dropped her grin, rolled her eyes, and began to turn away from him. Dracula caught her and turned her back to him, kissing her squarely on the lips. At first Nerys resisted, but Dracula would not relent. So she gave up, and let him kiss her. She began to enjoy herself and leaned into the kiss, which Dracula deepened.
Dracula reluctantly pulled away from her. The last time she had kissed him was when she was still alive. Over 350 years ago. He stared her in the eye, eyes narrowed. She was acting normal. Why hadn't she kicked him out a long time ago, let alone let him kiss her? True, he was persistent, but she could have stopped him if she wanted to.
"Why are you acting like this?" Dracula asked. Nerys narrowed her eyes as well.
"Like what?" She asked him.
"I was expecting you to kick me out as soon as you woke, not kiss me," Dracula said, wondering if this was a good or bad thing. Nerys realized he was right. Her eyes darkened a bit as she thought about the matter.
"I guess I just don't want to be alone right now," Nerys said, dropping her eyes and recalling the night's events. She turned from Dracula, cuddling into herself, and tried to go back to sleep till the sun went down. But she found that it was now hard to resume rest without Dracula's muscular arm draped over her. She sighed and closed her eyes.
Dracula watched her, confused. Nerys always wanted to be alone. At least, when it came to him. Now, she didn't want him to leave because she was lonely. He knew something was terribly wrong, and he would find out sooner or later, as were his ways.
He draped his arm over her waist and pulled her to him. She chose to ignore how they fitted so perfectly against each other. Nerys smiled some as he did so. She turned to face him and curled into his embrace, waiting for the sun's rays to diminish.
Danelle's eyes widened just as it was about to tear her throat open. Another sword Ðthat of her own people-- swung out to meet the demon's. It caught it, and ripped the sword away from the demon, before swinging at the demon's throat, severing the head from its body. Danelle looked at the sword, to the hand of its wielder, up his arm, and to his face. Danelle smiled when she saw her long friend, Gabriel.
"Thank you, my friend," Danelle told him, before throwing a small knife past his ear and into the forehead of the approaching demon.
"And you," Gabriel replied, before taking off to kill some more demons. There were some demons that Satan had given flight, there leathery wings a disgusting sight. Danelle let her feathery, pure white wings spread, and he flew up to meet them. She did a flip, cutting off the nearest demon's tail. It shrieked in pain, but Danelle cut off the horrible sound Ðliterally. Michael flew up to meet her.
"Wings! He gave them wings! That is a gift to the angels only! Wings!" He spat in disbelief. Danelle gave him a nasty grin.
"Then lets take them back, shall we?" She said. She truly was meant for war.
"Lets." The pair then flew off, cutting wings from backs, heads from shoulders, hearts from chests, all the while singing things such as "The Lord Our God protects me, you shall not win.
Nerys and Van Helsing woke up at the same time from the same dream, both thinking ÔNot again.
Nerys shook her head in anger walking towards a window, where she stood looking to the heavens. She had just come from Ôexperimenting' with Dracula. Much to everyone's confusion, she did not react to Holy Water, silver, crucifixes, garlic, any type of stake, all that mojo.
The part that actually angered her though, was that Dracula had been the one to drive the stake through her chest. He had hit her and tossed her before, but she didn't think he actually had thoughts of killing her. The stake was different then all the holy stuff. Holy water would burn skin, as would the crucifix, garlic or silver. But testing the stake was a matter of life and death, and Dracula had been the one to stake her.
It made her sad and angry all at the same time. She felt a jolt in her stomach, and automatically knew something was wrong with Verona.
Verona was in pain and Nerys would find her. Nerys stormed through the halls of Castle Frankenstein, which was how she walked when she was sad, angry, or worried. Lets shorten that and just say that's how she normally walks.
She found Verona standing on a ledge just outside a window. She seemed normal, but Nerys knew she was not. They both remained silent for a moment, looking into the dark woods.
"Its different when you see them die, isn't it," Verona stated coldly. It was true. Last time, Nerys had not even seen what they looked like as she sat at her window; this time the babe had died in her arms. And it hurt ten times over.
"Indeed," Nerys said, nodding her head. Another moment of silence passed.
"He favors you, sister," Verona stated, but this time it was not cold. Nerys looked to her in confusion.
"What do you mean?" Nerys asked, turning to her.
"Exactly what I said. Master favors you over Aleera and myself. He has not said it, nor will he. But it is well known," Verona continued. Nerys walked to the corner of the building and sat on the head of a gargoyle.
"Are you mad? Why would he favor me?" Nerys asked, pointing at herself. She raised her hand and began to tick off her fingers. "I absolutely infuriate him; I don't let him touch me; he knows I very much dislike him; I annoy him out of his mind; we're constantly fighting; we don't agree on anything; I tease him; I don't respect him; and I won't let him have me. Stop me Ôcause I can go on," Nerys listed. "Why would he favor me over you two?" She asked again. Verona smiled slightly at her antics.
"That is exactly why he favors you, sister," Verona said. Nerys usually was the wiser one, and she enjoyed being the wise one for once. "Because your different. You're not what he expected. You leave him alone Ðwell, most of the timeÑinstead of throwing yourself at him. Aleera and I can't help it. You can. The Master loves a challenge. Don't you see, sister?" Verona said, somewhat sadly. All the brides wanted Dracula for them selves Ðexcept Nerys. And she happened to be the one he wanted most. Nerys just shook her head in disbelief.
"Do you not know goes on between us, sister?" Nerys said, standing back up. "Do you not know how he has made my life literally a living hell?" She ranted. Her voice dropped to a deadly whisper. "Do you not know what he did to me just seconds ago?
"Pardon me, sister-" Verona began to apologize; she did not want Nerys angry with her.
"He staked me, Verona!" Nerys interrupted. Her sister's eyes widened considerably.
"He ran a stake through my heart, and I'm not sure if he was disappointed or not when I didn't die," Nerys continued. She turned away from Verona and back to the woods where she saw the werewolf irrupting from its depths, bounding towards the castle.
"Now, if you will excuse me, I would like to know what information the wolf as found." Nerys jumped back in the window. She arrived in the lab in a matter of minutes. Dracula seemed very happy, as did everyone else. Instead of asking him of his jolliness, she turned to the abomination Igor. Dracula looked a bit bewildered as he stopped mid-step in his trek towards her.
"The werewolf has found that the Frankenstein monster lives and is with Van Helsing," the ugly little creature told her, delighted. Nerys almost exploded in pleasure. All they needed to do was capture it, and the babes would live! Oh, happiness!
"Igor, fetch me a drink. I have thirst for too long," Nerys said, fangs growing. Igor cowered in fear at the sight of the fangs, and hurriedly rushed from the room, muttering ÔYes, Madame.' Nerys did a little twirl, her hands in the air, dancing. As she twirled, she let her wings grow, and she drifted upwards in her twirl. She spotted the werewolf from the air, Dracula standing almost in front of it. She smiled wickedly.
Nerys rushed down in their direction. Dracula smirked and opened his arms to her, but Nerys just flew by him, going strait to the werewolf. Nerys transformed into her pretty form, hugging the wolf tightly. She smirked evilly when she heard Dracula growl.
"I love you, you adorable beast you! You are a brilliant creature!" Nerys said hugging the wolf tighter. Dracula growled louder.
"Nerys!" Dracula shouted angrily to her. Nerys sighed and rolled her eyes, turning around. She still rubbed the wolf's neck as if it were a horse instead of a werewolf.
"What?" Nerys asked.
"Get away from the lycan!" Dracula shouted. Nerys smirked, trying her best to irk him. And as far as she knew, she was doing a great job.
"Why? He should be rewarded for his deed, and that's where I come in," Nerys said, kissing the wolf's snout.
"I assure you he will be rewarded. Now, I said step away!" Dracula said walking towards her.
"Actually, you said get away-" Nerys started but was cut off when Dracula grabbed her arm and drug her from the lab. Nerys protested and tried to grab her arm from his grip, but he was too strong. As they made their way down the hall, Nerys spotted Igor on his way back to the lab, a goblet of blood in his hand. Nerys grabbed the goblet out of his hand with the arm that wasn't in Dracula's clutches, and took a drink.
"Thanks Igor!" she called. Igor just stood in the middle hall confused. Dracula pulled her into an empty room, slamming the door behind her.
"What do you think you're doing?" Dracula all but shouted at Nerys. Nerys just sipped at the blood innocently. Well, I don't know if you can be innocent while sipping blood, but anyway . . . .
"What do you mean?" Nerys asked while relishing the metallic taste upon her tongue.
"You know exactly what you're doing and I want to know why!' Dracula said, on the verge of exploding. Every now and then he would wave a lock of hair out of his face angrily. Nerys just took another sip at the blood. Dracula grew angrier at her silence.
"Dammit!' He shouted, grabbing the goblet from Nerys's hands and taking a long drought, before handing it back to her, half empty. At least it calmed him down a bit.
"I haven't fed in three weeks, so you decided to drink half of my dinner. Thank you," Nerys said sarcastically.
"You can get more later," Dracula snapped. "Now tell me why!
"To piss you off," Nerys said into her cup as she drank some more. Dracula paused in his ranting.
"Is that it? Just to piss me off?" In a flash Dracula had her pinned to the wall, holding her throat. Nerys turned her eyes to her goblet.
"Please don't make me spill this," Nerys pleaded, trying to drink from the goblet, but it was hard with a hand squeezing her throat.
"There has to be another reason," Dracula hissed, the tips of their noses touching. Nerys tried to take another drink from the goblet, but the Count wrenched it from her hands and threw it to the floor behind him. Nerys rolled her eyes.
"What is the reason?" Dracula drawled. Nerys made an effort to push him off her, but he would not let her. She sighed in defeat.
"You drove a stake through my heart, you bastard!" Nerys shouted in his face. That made him back off a bit.
"You're not serious," Dracula said in disbelief. Nerys looked down, wringing her hands.
" I know that I make you angry, and I know you had intended to do such experiments this morning, but I did not think you yourself would, technically, attempt my death," Nerys said quietly. "I mean, I've only lived with you for 378 years, and though we fought a lot, you know, you just kind of grow on people-" Nerys rambled on, but was quickly cut off with a short kiss from the Count.
Dracula pulled away, and looked her in the eyes, leaning his forehead on hers.
"I have never in my entire existence actually thought of killing you," He whispered, running fingers through her blonde locks. He took her wrist in his hand. "I had thought you would be enough of that for yourself," Dracula said, running cold fingers along the thin, but deep scars. Nerys boiled in rage at that comment. She pulled her arm from his grasp, shoved him away from her, and slapped him. Hard.
"How dare you! How dare you!" Nerys screamed, shoving a bit more. "You have no right! Absolutely no right! My life is my business, and right now I want you out of it!" Nerys shouted. She shoved him into the other wall then left the room quickly. Dracula rubbed his temples, closing his eyes.
How did he always manage to screw up around her?
A/N: HAHA! Notice the classic Ômaking a fool of himself when around the girl' move? Well, if you didn't, then I'm sorry I didn't make it clearer. Again, sorry for any and all mistakes. Review!