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Note: This is my first fan fic. I'm very excited about it. Seeing as how I have never done fan fics before, please forgive me if there are a few mistakes here and there. Bear with me guys!
A brunette woman wearing a satin crimson dress slowly made her entry into the crowded lobby of the old mansion. "Lauren, you made it! Welcome to the party!" exclaimed Shelby Mannington.
"Yeah, well, I needed a break for a while. I figured I would just come here, meet some people, and have fun." Lauren replied.
Lauren Prescott, twenty-three years old, has had a pretty average life. She lived with her mother in Virginia until she graduated from high school and since then, has been attending Georgian State College in Georgia. Lauren aspires to be a journalist and has been held up in her dorm working on stories for her class. Lauren's friend Shelby, whose wealthy father owns a very large Victorian mansion, invited Lauren to one of her monthly parties. Lauren had never been to one before, partially because she never felt comfortable among the rich, and because she was always caught up in writing articles for the school's newspaper.
As Lauren made her way into the ballroom of the house, Shelby pointed to a group of people standing by a table, and said, "Come over here and mingle with some of the guests. There's this one guy I want you to meet. He's drop dead gorgeous; all of the girls here have been flirting with him and trying to catch his eye all night."
Lauren thought to herself, great, another conceited pretty boy. Shelby and Lauren made their way across the dance floor to a congregation of people chatting by the table. The women were dressed lavishly, wearing their designer outfits and Harry Winston diamonds. The men were just as classy with their clean-cut hair and Armani suits. When they approached them, Lauren's attention was instantly drawn to a very attractive man in a black suit. He had semi-long black hair full of curls and bright blue-green eyes. He had apparently noticed her looking at him because he stopped talking to the person he was in conversation with. Almost as if on cue, Shelby said, "Lauren, I want you to meet Drake Canter. I met him a few weeks ago at the café downtown. And Drake, this is Lauren Prescott, one of my best friends."
Drake took Lauren's hand, raised it to his lips, and with an all but inhuman touch, kissed it. Drake said, "Shelby said you were beautiful, but it's much more than beauty. I am very pleased to meet you, Lauren." The way he said Lauren's name sent shivers down her spine. She also noticed he had a slight European accent. Very sexy, she thought to herself.
"It's nice to meet you too, Drake." Lauren replied.
"Would you care to dance with me?" Drake asked.
"Sure," answered Lauren.
Drake took her hand and lead her to the middle of the ballroom. As the saucy Latin beats pounded through the speakers, Lauren and Drake danced. It was almost as if Drake was gliding upon the floor.
"You're quite the dancer." Lauren said.
"Dancing is like making love, once you start, you can't stop. The music guides you," replied Drake with a smile. It appeared that Lauren and Drake, were in fact, the good pair because a crowd had formed around them and were now watching them dance in awe. After what seemed like hours of dancing, Lauren interjected, "Let's sit down for a drink." They walked over to the bar and sat down on the velvet stools in front. Lauren requested a little white wine, and was surprised that Drake said he didn't want a drink.
"You know, it seems like all eyes are on us tonight," pronounced Lauren. She was indeed, correct, everyone was stealing glances at the two of them, and whispering to one another afterwards.
"They're all jealous...Lauren, do you like to be envied?" said Drake.
"Well, I guess. Who doesn't?" Lauren answered.
"So..." Drake said.
Lauren responded, "So what?"
Drake replied in a sensual voice, "So, let's make them really want to talk about us."
In London, Mary Van Helsing awoke, very startled. She had had a dream about him...Dracula. It was like the dream she used to have except this time, Mary wasn't the girl with Dracula. Instead, it was a girl who bared a striking resemblance to Mary.