Disclaimer: I do not own Dracula. Nor do I own any other character from Van Helsing. I only own Alexis Dracaena, Eloise Dracaena, Henry, Edgar, Julian Estrangela, the women at the brothel, and the 15-year-old girl. I will own more characters soon.

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Dracula: Well, am I coming into this story now?

Me: Uhhh, that's the plan

Dracula: This better happen soon or I'm going to kill someone

Me: Yep, and since I can write your actions on paper, I can control who you kill. Okay….you will kill Richard Simmons.

Dracula: What! That freak's blood isn't fresh. It's all…..ewwww….

Me: Okay….then…..Alfred Hitchcock…..

Dracula: Deceased…..but….he was good with movies

Me: Yep, the birds was good

Perrette: You guys aren't forgetting me, now are you?

Dracula: Huh? Oh…..no?

Perrette: You can't forget about me….I'm a part of the author

Dracula: And so am I….in some weird way…

Me: Yeah…on with the story…..I'm getting tired of writing stuff here…

Dracula: YES…..REMEMBER….I WILL BE IN HERE!

Perrette: Gosh, not so loud….

Me: I said I was tired of writing…..STOP YELLING!

Perrette: We don't control what you write

Me: (Banging head against wall) Yes…you…do.

Perrette: Okay….Drac….lets stop talking.

Dracula: Okay……

Me: Thank you….now….own with the story…

As Alexis watched the girl run out of the brothel, a small tear streamed down her cheek. She was never the type to cry on the spot, but what she saw was too horrid; too ungodly. Why would they allow a young girl to sell herself to men that twice, even thrice, her age? It was unbelievable. This was the only thing she wouldn't miss when she returned to her family's estate in two weeks.

Alexis sighed and got in line with the other girls. Almost defending herself, she crossed her arms and turned her head away from the elderly gaze of the lust-filled men and stared outside the window. It really wasn't a window; more like a tiny hole, but the village outside was still visible; as was the fornication that was blocking Alexis's view from seeing any of it. It was Gisselle, her partner in crime. Softly, she snickered, but in her mind she was laughing profusely. Out of all the women here, Gisselle was the one who loved to put on a good show. Usually, she'd walk around the village in a black corset and skirt, taunting the village men as they fiddled away with whatever project they had to work on; however, there was always that lucky person who freely received her services. She was annoyed; nonetheless to see her friend blocking the "window", but it mattered not. She turned her head away, not wanting to stare at her friends display, and t hen she looked back at the men.

Most of the women that were in the line had been picked out, but there were still a few that were still waiting for their punishment. This was definitely a punishment, but it was a voluntary punishment. Honestly, she had no idea why she chose this a profession. Perhaps it was because this was the only job she could get that paid her well, and kept her away from the village men. But, it still kept her thinking. She lived with one of the wealthiest women in Romania. She had fame, fortune, and beauty. Why would she give her self freely to men twice her age? In a way, it made sense to her. All her live, she never truly believed that her soul was hers. She believed that it belonged to someone else – someone that she left behind a long time ago.

Her mother, two years before she left for Romania, told her that she'd been there before; however, she couldn't remember that moment. She was five-years-old at the time, so it made sense. She could barely remember what century she lived in. So, trying to remember something deep within her memory was hard for her.

Her shoulder stiffened. She bit her upper lip and stared toward the ground. She'd only been her for five months, but she had already learned that staring wasn't appreciated; nor, was it a nice thing to do; for her, that is. Most of the men that came in here were old, so whenever she stared at her income, she stared at an old, middle-aged man with creases and balding spots. So, she kept her eyes fixed upon the velvet carpet, and allowed her hand to fall to her side. The man grabbed her hand tightly and slowly walked towards the hallway, which led to the rooms. She never moved her eyes away from the floor. Shed grown accustomed to it.

Man: One lucky girl, you are

Lucky – that was odd. Usually, the man was the lucky one. Perhaps he was that in to himself. She chuckled to herself; soon after, though, she knew better. She had no time to react to the large hand that came towards her face. She fell to the floor, her cheek rubbing against the floors velvet surface. This was another thing that she'd grown accustomed to.

Man: What, prêt ell, were you laughing at?

Alexis: (Shaking her head)

Nothing sir; absolutely nothing

Man: Then why were you laughing?

Alexis: Just a reflex.

Man: Don't let it happen again; you hear me?

She nodded her head and helped herself up; she was back on the ground, however, when a ball of fire blasted through the window next to her. It hit the man on impact, killing him charring him instantly. She didn't care about where or why the flame had come. She was more interested in watching the man slowly burn to death. Through his screams, she could sense some familiarity in it – like she'd seen something similar to it once before. Strangely, she wasn't afraid. She was shocked and amazed, but she wasn't afraid.

Quickly, as the man fell to the floor, she backed away from him; though, a few flames did catch the end of her dress. She jumped up, grabbed the edge of her skirt, and tore it off her body. She had an extra skirt underneath, so she didn't care. Also, the wig that she had been wearing was removed as well.

Alexis: What in god's name….

Gisselle: ALEIXS!

What was that? A voice from behind called her name. She turned around and saw Gisselle. The other girls were also coming out of there rooms, along with the men. Some of them were partially nude, and some of them had to wrap the sheets around their bodies to prevent anyone from seeing their parts. Not that they had seen them before.

Gisselle: Bloody hell Alexis….what did you do?

Alexis: What?

She looked over at the man beside her. God no – did they think she did that. They couldn't. They'd always known that she could never do something that horrid.

Alexis: (Gasping)

You know me better than that.

Gisselle: Alexis, I don't know what to think. This is a brothel; anything's possible.

Alexis: I didn't do it! We were walking down the hallway when fire blasted through the window.

Gisselle looked at the window. Quickly, all of her assumptions were negated.

Gisselle: Where'd the flame come from?

Alexis: I don't know. I didn't pay attention to that detail. I was shocked by the fact that there was a man on fire.

Gisselle: That's how he died?

Gisselle was such a moron. The man's face was distorted beyond recognition, and half his body was black and ashy. What else, other than fire, could it be that killed him?

Alexis: No, Gisselle, Julian came in here, blackened his body with tar, and placed a dead carcass upon his face.

Gisselle: Really!

Alexis: Gisselle….I was joking.

Gisselle: (Relieving sigh)

Thank god. For a moment, I thought Julian had killed someone.

The sound of a pistol was heard. This sound was familiar to every girl in the brothel. Julian had now arrived, and at one of the worst times. She was in a blue nightgown, and her make-up was still plastered on her face. That meant two things: she was getting ready to whore herself. Or, she was getting ready to ravish one of the women. She had a frightened look upon her face when she saw the man on the ground, but soon it drew back to her familiar sneer.

Julian: Alexis, what happened here?

Alexis explained what happened. Throughout her explanation, Julian's expression never changed. She was almost turned on by it – turned on by a dead body. They never talked about Julian and post-mortem rape, but it was always a thing that existed within their minds. They had once heard that Julian had killed and raped a small girl, but they all believed it to be a rumor for they could never believe that any woman, or man for that matter, could do something that horrible. But, during these days, anything was possible.

Julian: Well, it seems as though Alexis has lost her pay for today.

Alexis: What are you talking about?

Julian: (Pointing toward the dead man)

If you haven't noticed, you're money is burning on the floor.

Alexis: Yes, but why shouldn't I be paid?

Julian: He's dead

Alexis: There must be some way for me to get some money.

Julian: Well, there is one way.

Alexis: What?

Julian: Charles is in dire need of some entertainment. Since I work here night and day, his nights are quite restless. Would you go and cheer him up?

Alexis: How much doe's it pay?

Julian: I'll decide how much to pay you, seeing as it is a favor.

Alexis: Very well….I'll do it.

Julian: (Reaching into her pocket and pulling out some money and giving it to Alexis)

Take your carriage into the woods and ride to my house. You've been there before, right?

Alexis: Yes, I have. If I'm taking my carriage, then why do I need money?

Julian: You'll see…..now, go.

Alexis left.

Sunset was drawing soon, and Alexis found herself in quite the predicament. Two hours ago, she'd left the brothel to visit Julian's husband; she never thought, however, that it would take this long to get there. Honestly, she'd been here once before. She should remember where she was. She didn't want to be outside in the dark. She had a hard time as it was sleeping in her own bed at night. And to be riding alone in a carriage in one of the most dangerous of places – that was terrifying.

Alexis: (Shrugging)

Oh lord….what did I get myself into?

She stopped the carriage, knowing now that she had been beaten. She had no idea where she was, and the fact that night was drawing close, scared her to death. She knew that she would have to stay here for the night, so she decided to sleep inside the carriage. She jumped onto the ground. For a moment, she just stood there. Even thought the night scared her, there was something about it that captivated her heart. But, after a few noises, she quickly threw that captivation away and ran inside the carriage.

Inside she felt cold. She'd slept inside the carriage before, but it was never this cold.

Alexis: It's freezing

A large gust of wind burst inside the carriage, opening its doors. Alexis screamed and quickly grabbed for the door, but a hand from underneath the carriage reached out and grabbed her, pulling her onto the ground.

Alexis: BLOODY HELL!

She came crashing onto the leaves below. God, what happened? A moment ago, she was in the carriage, minding her own business, and now she was on the ground, completely confused. Looking under the carriage, she came face to face with a gruesome monster….looked like a wolf. She screamed louder than she'd ever screamed in her life, and then she bolted up. She started to run. She was always good at running. She'd spend most of her days back home dueling with her brothers and cousins. She was quite skilled, but nothing prepared her for this.

Her heart was beating fiercely, and her mind was disheveled. Did she really see what she'd just seen? She turned her head around, and sure enough, a wolf was chasing her. Tears streamed down her face as she moved her face away from the wolf. There was a pain in his leg, but she had to continue on.

Alexis: God, am I dreaming?

She closed her eyes and just allowed her feet to move. She wanted this to be a dream. It had to be a dream. But the growls that she heard from behind her negated that hope. Why was this happening? To her, of all people; why?

And then, it was silent. She stopped, and then she turned around. The wolf wasn't there anymore, only a man was standing in its place. Alexis didn't what to think. Perhaps the man wanted to help……or maybe it was the other way around. She didn't really care about that. She just walked up to the man, tears streaming down her face.

Alexis: Can you help me?

She was helpless. The man's eyes pieced through her, and the seductive grin that was upon his face glowed in the night. His hair leveled off at his shoulders and melted in with the darkness. He looked a bit old, but he still held some youth. Alexis didn't know what to think of him. She was too busy thinking about her own problem.

Alexis: Sir…..

Man: Are you alright?

Alexis: No….I…..

Man: You seem a bit frightened. You're crying.

Alexis: There was a wolf….pulled me from my carriage...

Man: You're shaking

Alexis: Please, help me

Man: Come with me…I'll get you out of this darkness..

Alexis: Thank you

They left.

Well, that was chapter 6. God, it took me two hours to write it. I hope you like it….I actually put Dracula in there! Well, I hope you review. Please review or I shall be forced to take longer on updating! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!