A/N: Well, one review…ah well, here's the second chappie!
We begin our true tale by placing ourselves at night, after our friends had eaten their food and were sleeping over at Elizabeth's house. Elizabeth was not an only child however, but to the girl's delight her sister was at organ camp, and Reuben, her 13 year old brother was at Boy Scout camp. So to mind the homestead was only mom, asleep by now since the time was 11 0'clock at night, and her dad was out working as usual. So, you can expect, as where this story is going, that something will happen.
Our first thing that disturbed them was at a point when they were watching Van Helsing once again. They had a large bowl of popcorn in the middle of the sofa, with them on either side, watching their favorite film. Currently, Dracula was at the masquerade ball, and dancing with ever-beautiful Anna. What could be said was that Katie was cheering for Van Helsing to show up and save the day, while Elizabeth was almost drooling intently at the seducing poses Dracula took while dancing with Anna. His smile turned her on, she admitted to herself, and to Katie, she had the same thing too with Van Helsing. They loved the film with different views, and their lives were centered on it. Whether or not it paid to be that obsessive, we must see what was given to them for believing so hard.
"Well, I hope Van Helsing reaches her soon. There's Carl, at the foot of the action!" Katie exclaimed gleefully. Carl was a favorite of hers too.
"Pah, though Van Helsing is cute, I think you should pay attention to someone…hotter, I dare say?" Elizabeth giggled. She was absorbed with Dracula at the moment, extending his fangs to bite Anna's neck. Elizabeth personally did not like the actress, and she only wished she could be in her shoes at that moment.
Katie reached her hand subconsciously to the popcorn bowl on the middle cushion, only to find her hand bumped into it. The bowl was in a higher place. And the sofa was a brown color, and what was out of place indeed, she thought, was the black, thick cushion that had two cold, pale, manly hands gripping the bowl. This was the moment when Katie had to shake her head twice before realizing someone in the dark was sitting there, holding the bowl of popcorn, while Elizabeth was still grabbing handfuls of popcorn.
"Elizabeth…um…look at the popcorn, please…" Katie managed to stammer. Elizabeth turned, her eyes locking into Katie's and then looking around in wonder at such a question.
"What do you mean Katie...? Uh…" Her question was answered when she was the first to look into the eyes of the man sitting next to her. The man, with thunderous blue eyes, his face now seen completely when the room lightened, somehow or another it appeared the man wanted to be seen. And what the two girls saw was not what they ever, ever expected to see.
"Good evening, my dears." Said Count Dracula, holding their popcorn bowl in his chilling hands.
"WHAT THE FLIPPING HELL? Holy shit…!" Elizabeth exclaimed, bouncing off the couch and unto the floor, crawling away in haste and was now against the book shelf. Katie said something completely different.
"Oh…my…GOD!!!" Katie did not run away, merely sinking and scooting to the other side of the couch, as far away from him as possible.
"Well, now that I have you attention, I will introduce myself. Forgive me for not bowing, but I am currently…" He reclined and put on arm along the edge of the sofa. "…sitting down. Now, if you please, be good little girls and relax." The grin he gave was not relaxing, causing Katie to shake and Elizabeth to breathe faster.
"This is…impossible! Dracula does not exist! He does not! No, this is a joke, a cruel joke by someone." Elizabeth rambled, still on the ground.
"Um…I…uh…erm…Please, explain yourself." Katie said, looking into those eyes that were boring into her very soul.
"I am Count Vladislaus Dragulia, once prince of Walachia, defender of the state of Transylvania, holy crusader of the Order of the Dragon, boyar Tepes, and also known as Vlad the Impaler. Born, 1432. Died, 1462. I am now, as you can see what the German settlers of Transylvania before and after I killed most of them call Nosferatu, vampire as what the English derived from the Greek word, and Lamia from the French. Not only to mention, my old peasants that tilled Romania's soil called me Revanant. I, am undead and in your midst and yes, Stephen Sommers made the movie after he had a brush with the Vatican, and turned the true story into a blockbuster film. Now that I explained everything, I must be addressed by you." After stating the facts that were blowing their minds, he sighed and continued smiling, the movie turned off when Elizabeth raised a brave hand to turn it off.
"I'm…Elizabeth." She stuttered. But, upon after a bout of talking to herself in her head, she decided to take control of the situation and act tough. She was a natural feisty, not only fluent in two martial arts, but was quite strong. And wrote witty nasty lines in her writing. "And 15…so don't try to knock me up, bastard!" She did a somewhat sufficient job at standing up and in a fighting stance.
"What charming language, Elizabeth. I see it will be quite fun with you. And who is this young woman next to me?" He smiled, diverting his attention to Katie.
"I am Katie, and I am in love with someone else besides you Dracula." Katie sat up and posed herself neatly, her hands in her lap and sitting straight. Dracula chuckled.
"Ah, now I know your names completely. Now, I would like to propose some things. You may want to know why I am here."
"Look, not to burst your bubble of intellect and nobility, but I can guess at some of the reasons why. And no, we do not want to become vampires, nor do we want to go to your blasted castle with you, and we do NOT want to give you any children, thank you very much." Elizabeth said, arms crossed and glaring at Dracula. Dracula chuckled louder.
"Very good Elizabeth, you will make a smart bride. Of course, none of you have a say in what I do, and nothing can stop me." He smirked devilishly, leaning over to Katie still trembling a bit. "As expected of my personality you all have studied most diligently, your assumptions are, unfortunately for you, correct." He stood up, adjusting his military jacket and shaking his head to move seductively the few strands of hair that was framing his face to sway like the dangling legs of a black widow. As in this case, a black widower. This was the main cause for Elizabeth, our ever-devoted Roxula lover, to gawk un-intently at how sexy he did that. To Katie, it was the invitation to death, the hair and whole way he looked was projecting the aura of evil, a murderer, and the bringer of complete and utter ruin. He displayed his utter evilness immensely.
"I see it will be my utter pleasure to ruin your life, Katie, and force evil and torture upon you. And for Elizabeth, utter surrender to my powerful will while you fight, denying the fact you impeccably want me. This will be much, much fun!" He smiled, showing his shining pointed teeth, and was walking over towards Elizabeth.
"Back I say, back!" Elizabeth yelled, in fear and not wanting to be in his arms. She quickly decided the other way, which was to back up really fast to hit the wall, and within two seconds was pinned there by Dracula's strong grip on her arms. She didn't even need to stand, his arms holding her up and his body closing the gap in-between them. She was surprised and blushed with embarrassment and fear in how his body fit hers perfectly. She was dead locked into those eyes, his lips in a lustful smirk and very close to hers.
"Hmm, today you aren't much fun today. But after you are used to my presence, the games will begin. We are going to my castle, my dears, whether you like it or not. There is no escape." He said in a hushed tone by her ear, before kissing it and moving back in front of her face again.
God, I know I haven't asked for your help recently, but please SAVE US!!! Elizabeth feverishly thought.
"God can't save you now, my darling. You are in the devil's arms, and no angel, not even Gabriel, will save you." And with that he kissed her.
Now, while this was going on, Katie was still a bit mortified on the couch. But with those words of Gabriel, she had the good idea of hope. For, if Dracula was alive, surely Van Helsing! And that hope gave her strength, and that gave her some power over the situation.
"Let her go Dracula! If you want me, come and get me!" Katie yelled, and Dracula stopped kissing to look over his shoulder at frantic Katie, who just threw popcorn in his face. Elizabeth was flushed from the strange sensation that plagued her lips, and Dracula only smiled from the popcorn that hit him.
"Oh, I think I will. Tell me, have you ever been kissed like that?" He let Elizabeth go, whereupon she toppled to the floor. Elizabeth was in a daze. Vampire kisses, if they chose too, we would guess Dracula made her that way.
"No…and I don't intend to either." Katie did the wise thing, running quickly into the kitchen and grabbing a large knife. It only gave a shred of hope, seeing that she knew that vampires could only be killed by silver stakes, and also that Dracula could only be killed by werewolf venom. But, she was glad it was in her hand when she stabbed it into his chest when he tapped her shoulder.
"Interesting Katie. You should know by now that this doesn't work." He smirked and pulled it out, and quickly pulled her to him. Katie was immediately into fighting mode, struggling against his grip that held her hands while they tussled against the kitchen counter in the dark. Katie put up a very good fight, and managed to knee Dracula right in the crotch. That got Dracula to stop, wince with a grimace of pain and a gurgle from his throat in surprise, then with an angry face and the flash of the teeth. Katie was now held still, and cried out at the crushing strength from the steel grip that held her arms and held her still. One move and the pain intensified. And so Katie, not one for pain, did not move. Dracula recovered and with a mad gleam in his eye, moved in closer.
"Settle down my dear, settle down." He cooed in front of her face, his cold breath cooling her hot flushed face.
"I will not! What ever you do, nothing will make me stop and let you attack me! Let me go!" Katie screamed, fidgeting in the grip while Dracula smirked even more.
"I will not. Instead, you need to stop. I bet you have always never wanted this to happen dearest." And then Dracula gave her the dreaded kiss, long and passionate. It was intoxicating, causing Katie to cease her squeals and fall into the trance of sleep.
"Goodnight, my darlings. Off to sleep. I cannot wait for your reactions in your new home tomorrow." Dracula chuckled to himself, picking up Katie and Elizabeth, and heading out the door he blasted.
All the authorities could find from the reports that night, was that a few neighbors saw a large, black winged form take to the air carrying two blonde haired bodies. It flew to the west they said, west to the setting sun.
A/N: Ah, what vill happen next? MWAHAAHAA!! :) Only I know! Please read and review!!