Hello! Me again I'm glad the story so far, it's not much but I'm working on ok? Let's go!
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Note: the words in italics are thoughts and stuff ok?
It was dark. Anna wondered through the silent abyss, though she wasn't scared just confused. She didn't know why she was here or how she got here but she felt drawn to the place, like she belonged there. She aimlessly wandered through the dark until she hit some sort of a wall no it was mirror. Suddenly one by one the torches lit and she found that she was in the ballroom once again, in front of the great mirror. She touched the mirrors surface; it was cold, ice cold, snow cold.
She studied her reflection. "Everything looks normal" she thought, slowly turning around to look over her whole self. She touched the side of her neck and a sharp pain shot through her body. She winced and looked at her hand. There was a small amount of her blood smeared on the tips of her fingers, but something was odd about it, it felt cold. The in domino fashion the torches blew out, and again it was dark. Then a light laugh echoed through empty ball room. She frantically looked around; trying to find who the laugh belonged to. Someone grabbed her from behind and clamped an iron grip over her mouth preventing her from screaming aloud.
A cold breath blew across her cheek and a demure female voice whispered into her ear. "How the tables have turned princess." she purred. It was Aleera. "The hunter has become the hunted." She giggled coldly. "What?" She thought. The cold hand let her mouth go slowly. "Look" she grabbed Anna's shoulders and turned her towards the large mirror. Two of the torches that were closest to them and the light illuminated the mirror's shiny surface. Because Aleera's reflection could not be seen she stood alone, and the sight in the mirror stunned her. Her reflection was transparent but the image was clear enough to see that she was different; she looked like the creature she hated all her life, a vampire. Her hair was longer, her skin was pale, and her eyes looked as if they had an electric blue tint.
Then her reflection started to disappear slowly. "No!" she yelled running up the mirror and pounded on the shiny surface. Everything was lost to Dracula, generations of family, her brother, Van Helsing, now he had her. She pounded harder on the mirror as Aleera's ruthless laugh echoed through the vacant room. Then suddenly she was on the other side, she had fallen through the surface somehow. It was dark there too and cold. She stood in the cold for a little bit, it didn't bother her, the cold in fact she enjoyed its bite.
The next thing she new Dracula was standing in front of her, he beckoned her with his hands, but she stood her ground. "Why do you resist me so?" he asked with his arm outstreched, welcoming her into his embrace. "Come to me. Do not fear me, not anymore." He said calmly. Her mind was screaming to run but the next thing she knew she was purring at his side, clinging to him admiringly, already she was one of his brides. He bent down and kissed shoulder, then sank his long fangs into her neck.
Anna's eyes instantly snapped open. With a gasp she sat up quickly and looked around. She was in her room, on her bed and still she felt hot and her eyes burned. She glanced at her window, it was still raining, and it was still dark. She either slept the whole day through or she hadn't been asleep for long. "Was it just a dream?" She asked her self. She was clad in the red satin ball gown Dracula had dressed her in the night before. She looked herself over. She touched her neck and the same pain shot through her body and gave her the same reaction she cringed. "Oh no." she said aloud. She got of her bed and walked toward the mirror hanging against the wall. She looked normal except for the two small holes on her neck. For a long second she her eyes transfixed on the puncture wounds on her neck. "Oh my god, I am losing myself to them." She deliriously dropped to her knees, her wet gown puffed out as her feverish body hit the floor, and she hysterically cried, mourning the slow death of herself.
Van Helsing sat in the library in a chair by the window. He stared down at the sleeping town, the rain pouring down and beating against the window. What was he going to do? He and Anna were both slowly becoming what they each had both passionately hunted for the past days he had been here. And Anna, what would become of her, if he even managed to kill Dracula it was a possibility she would die along with him. He sadly put his face in his hands. While Carl sat behind a desk and read up on vampire facts. Suddenly he spoke up. "Van Helsing." Van Helsing looked up.
"What?" he said looking up. Carl could see the worry in his eyes and that worried him, Van Helsing always thought of a plan, and now he was as lost as he was.
"It says here that the first symptom of vampirism is sleepwalking." He said reluctantly.
"And?" he said a mix of frustration and curiosity.
"If you really want to keep Anna from trying to find Dracula herself, you have to keep her from getting loose when she starts to sleep walk. You might want to go check on her she has slept through the whole day." He said inquisitively.
"You want me to see if she is still in her room?" he asked tiered. Carl nodded.
Van Helsing got up from his chair and silently walked out of the library. He stopped short at her door from the sound of crying. He slowly opened the door and it revealed Anna on the floor in her wet gown, feverishly crying. She looked like she had been crying for a while because she sounded really tired. He stood and leaned against the door way watching her cry through the crack of the door. He felt like crying also, but he couldn't he had to stay strong he had to stay the leader. He had to think of a plan. But first e had to protect Anna. And keep her away from Dracula.