Ok it's me! I know I haven't updated in a long while, a really long while, it I kind of had writes block. I still do but I'm trying. Ok let's start. I have gotten a few reviews saying that Dracula is in fact Anna's ancestor. Well I know that and you all know that, but in the movie it looked like that was a problem so I'm just going to roll with it, savvy?
Disclaimer: I don't own it so don't sue me for it.
Darkness washed over the quiet town as night fell. As a rule the town folk locked themselves in their houses during the few days of the full moon. As the dark of night stetted the town, tonight was the night before the full moon, van helsing's first full moon.
Van Helsing tiredly slid off the back of the large horse he seated upon, and lead it to the stable. He had just returned from castle Frankenstein and came yet again, empty handed and frustrated. They were running out of options, and as much as he didn't want to show nor believe it, he was scared. Heavy rain began to fall as he entered the dark valarious manor. Something was odd about the manor tonight, it was darker than usual. Without the torches lit; the whole house seemed to sit in deafening silence.
But why was it so dark? It was never this dark, not even at night. Not like it was a problem to him, because of the werewolf bite he could see more clearly in the dark, but it was still weird. He cautiously stepped through the pitch black corridors. His eyes slowly scanning the rooms and halls nothing really in particular, but something just felt off.
A cold draft brushed through the hall and a high creaking noise soon followed. He walked farther down the hall into the armory to find an open window. The creaking of the window's hinges echoed through the empty hallways as the as it swung back and forth. He walked over to the window and forced it closed. That's when the pain came back.
Like before, he felt as if his bones were popping and bending, changing shape. But this time his vision clouded over with a red film. Then the world seemed to disappear. He staggered back and slammed into the wall. He herd the quiet sound of breaking glass tore muffled by the fog as he fell to his knees.
He gasped as the stabbing pain of glass piercing the skin on in his right palm, clearing the fog. Van Helsing blinked rapidly as his vision slowly cleared. He looked around once the fit had fully passed. Broken glass lay around him in small shards. He must have knocked something over, that's what probably broke the window. Then a sudden stab of pain shot up his arm. He examined his palm closely. He grimaced as he pulled the long piece of glass slowly out of his hand.
Rain water dripped down the window seal and trickled across the floor and mixed with the blood from his hand. Then another strong draft came through the window and carried the scent of his blood the hall. The scented wind traveled corridors and filled very room.
Anna's eyes instantly snapped open.
I know I know its too short and I could have done way better, but I'm getteing over writers block so it may take a few tries to get back into full swing. but I promise the next one will be a tad bit longer andI hope a bit better. read and review please.