A/n: So some minor changes . Mina's hair is Blonde because the blondes out numbered the dark haired girls 2 to1 ( seras and Vlad's Wife are blondes).Also, dont know I made a note of this but Renfield in bram's has been changed to Rosenburgh. You'll see why latter.

A big thank you to the people who left reviews on this story. I welcome them and am pleased a lot of people are liking it so far. I know up till I get to Abraham Van Helsing its going to be basically word for word of the Stoker story. Bare with me!

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Five Days Later

The sound of typing could be heard a Mina typed away at her new type writer. She wanted to get accustomed to typing on it so she could possibly help Jonathan with his work. Her blonde hair was was done up in a plain bun, that shined in the mid-afternoon sun, covering her from head to toe was a mint green day dress.

MINA MURRAY'S DIARY, 30th May:

I know that Jonathan does not want me to stay here with

Lucy while he is away. I thinks that if I become accustomed

to the wealth and privileges of the Westenra family, I will not

be content as the wife of a mere clerk in a law firm. But Lucy

and I have been friends since we were children and she has

never minded that I'm only a school mistress.

As she writes she sneaks a peek at a drawing from Arabian Nights. A book that in that day did not candy coat intercourse.

"How disgustingly awful!" Mina gawked as her beloved friend Lucy entered the parlor. The wild red head, unlike Mina, was more of a free soul. She loved to flaunt her body with outfits of low laying necklines and dresses that hugged her body more then they should.

"Mina! Mina! Oh, Mina, you're always working. Is your ambitious Jon Harker forcing you to learn that ridiculous machine when he could be forcing you to perform unspeakable acts

of desperate passion on the parlor floor?" Lucy teased as she took a seat on the day couch behind Mina.

"Lucy, really! You shouldn't talk about my fiance in such a way. There's more to marriage then carnal pleasure." Mina stood and knocked the book she had been looking at to the floor where Lucy snatched it up.

"Oh, Mina, so I see- much, much more." She teased while opening to a page with a man bent over a woman with his cock just to enter the woman.

"Oh? Oh! That's..." she blushed ever so slightly. Both looking and gawking at the elaborate sex positions that continued into the book.

"What? What is it, Lucy? I certainly don't understand it. Can a man and woman really do... that?" Mina asked as she seen one that seemed impossible.

"I did only last night." Lucy boasted.

"Fibber, you did not." Mina called her out.

"Yes ,I did!" she smirked and sheepishly added "Well, in my dreams. Jonathan measures up, doesn't he? You can tell Lucy."

"We've kissed. That's all. He thinks he's too poor to marry me. And it's all the worst now that I'm here visiting you at Hillingham, my rich friend." Mina confessed sadly having wanted much more by now.

"Yes, but not even one marriage proposal. Here I am, almost 20, practically a hag!" Lucy wined.

Later that evening Lucy and Mina watch as party guests arrive. A cowboy looking fellow with dark brown hair and tan clothing was announced by the house hold butler.

" P. Morris."

"Look. What is that?" Mina asked looking at the man dressed so unfamilior to her. It was rare to see an American in London.

"A Texan...Quincey P. Morris. He's so young and fresh, like a wild stallion between my legs." Lucy giggled as she eyed over the cowboy. Mina gasped at her friends use of words.

"You're positively indecent!"

"I just know what men desire. Watch." Lucy smirked and headed to where Quincey now stood.

"Quincey, darling." Lucy cooed

"Miss Lucy. Why you're as fresh as the spring rain." The Texan doted

"Oh, thank you." He hands begin to wonder as she looks into his eyes. Her hand wondering lower towards Quincey's belt.

"Oh, Quincey, please let me touch it. It's so big!" Her words and actions made Mina's eyes widen a bit as Lucy

winked at Mina and pulled out a Big Bowie knife.

"Little girl. Oh, my dear sweet little girl." he cooed and eased the knife away from her so she wouldn't hurt herself on it as well as removed his had sitting it behind him on the couch.

"I hold your hand and its like you have kissed me..." He started but was quickly silenced as the butler announced another party guest.

"Dr. Jack Seward." The butler called and Lucy jumped up and ran over to Jack.

"Jack! Oceans of love!" she exclaimed as Jack tripped over a bearskin rug. She quickly moved to help him up.

"Oh, Jack, my darling! Oh, my poor little baby. Come over here and I'll kiss it better. My poor little blossom. My poor little doctor. Really, doctor. What a naughty bear. Let me feel..." Lucy fussed over the doctor who looked more like an illusionist of the time era then a doctor. Now Jack Seward was more the insane asylum doctor then a physical doctor, but having been trained by brilliant mind he was qualified to treat in both methods. Once again the butler interrupted the going ons of the parlor to announce the last of the men.

"Arthur Holmwood, Esquire." Lucy stood from Jack and ran to Arthur giving him a kiss as she had all the others when she greeted them.

"Arthur! Oh, my darling. Oh, you look wonderful. Like my dress? It's my snake dress." She asked as she showed off the tight fitting green dress that fit her body like a snake coiling to strangle its victim . Arthur nodded and smiled.

"Yes , very lovely." he complemented as he reached the other men and greeted them before they all too a set on the couch .

"Quincey."

"Jack"

Jack stood and handed Morris his Squashed hat. "Sorry 'bout your hat." he offered having just realized he had sat on it not once but twice.

Mina looked on as Lucy bounced between the three men. Her thoughts running in her mind and she would latter add them to her diary.

'Lucy is a pure and virtuous girl, but I admit that her free way of speaking shocks me sometimes. Jonathan says it's a defect of the aristocracy that they say what they please. The truth is that I admire Lucy, and I'm not surprised that men flock around her. I wish I were as pretty and adored as she.'

Latter that evening after the party went back to his occupation at the lunatic asylum in the Carfax district. Tonight he was going to try his luck again with Mr. Rosenburgh. He set a needle to the phonograph cylinder and began recording on a blank record.

"30th of May: What manner of man is this? R.M Rosenburgh, successful solicitor in the firm of Hawkins and Thompkins, respected member of the Lord Nugent's Wyndham Club. Returns from business abroad in Transylvania. Promptly suffers a complete mental breakdown. He's now obsessed with some bloodlust." He ended the recording and moved to enter Rosenburgh's cell. "George, wait here." He told a guard as he entered the cell. Rosenburgh greeted him at the doors holding out a plate of grubs, flies, ants, beetles and wireworms.

"Would you care for an hors d'oeuvre, Dr. Seward, or a canape?" Rosenburgh offered.

"No, thank you, Mr. Rosenburgh. How are you feeling tonight?" He asked after a grimaced to the food that was offered.

"Far better than you, my lovesick doctor." Rosenburgh smirked

"Is my personal life of interest to you?"

"Of course it is. All life interests me." Rosenburgh picked up a fly and placed it to his mouth the contraption on his hand there to keep him from clawing at theDoctor's face as was the norm for all the inmates along with a long sleeve straight jacket.

"Your diet, Mr. Rosenburgh, is disgusting!" The good Doctor had grimaced.

"Actually, they're perfectly nutritious. You see, each life that I ingest gives life to me." he explained as if it was all just logic.

"The fly gives you life?" he asked confused.

"Certainly." Rosenburgh turned away from Seward "But you might as well ask a man to eat a molecule with a pair of chopsticks than to interest me in lesser Carnivora."

"I shall have to invent a new classification of the lunatic for you. What about spiders? Spiders eat the flies." Dr. Stewart pondered as he looked at the madman.

"Yes, spiders eat them."

"What about sparrows?"

"Oh, yes. Did you say sparrows?"

"Something larger perhaps?"

"Oh, yes, a kitten, I beg you, a little, sleek...a playful kitten...something I can teach, something I can feed. No one would refuse me a kitten." Rosenburgh said as he imitated petting a little kitten.

"Wouldn't you prefer a cat?" he asked seeing how far he could push this mad man.

"Oh, yes, a big cat! My salvation depends upon it!" Rosenburgh exclaimed.

"Your salvation?"

"I need lives. I need lives for the Master." Rosenburgh was clearly under Vlads mind control a power in which he had discovered a few months into the building of new castle dracula.

"What Master?"

"The Master will come, and he has promised to make me immortal." Rosenburgh had been promised life by Vlad should he do all he asked of him, tho Vlad wasn't too sure if he truly wanted another Renfield running around.

"How?" the Doctor asked before Rosenburgh suddenly attacks him. Guards rush in to subdue Rosenburgh while the doctor escaped.

"The blood is the life!" Rosenburgh exclaimed but it had been Vlad who had used his mind control to check in on Rosenburgh and seen that he was too close to spilling his secrets about him and had caused Rosenburgh to go into a fit.