A/N: Now, my turn!

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Elizabeth, being dragged into her black bedroom was afraid. Afraid for Katie, which she surely no doubt that Dracula was going to rape her. Elizabeth could find nothing that could help her as the three vampire servants and Anna dragged her struggling body into the room, locking the door. Though she was a vampire, she was not strong enough against four. They tied her up, bound foot, leg, midriff, and neck except for her hands. She was dismayed that she didn't have a bed anymore, except a black ornamented coffin lined with satin. They placed her struggling from in it, chaining her to the coffin where she sat upright. She could not get out.

The vampire men stood around her, admiring either they're handiwork or her body, revealed mostly in her red sluttish dress. She hated them looking down the nape of her neck, showing plenty of cleavage. She hissed a new-found ability of speech now she was a vampire.

"Will you STOP IT?" She screeched, watching the vampires, but they only backed away a bit before settling themselves in the plush leather chairs. They were eagerly watching her with their gleaming red eyes. She didn't like them at all, especially when she was close to tears because Dracula was going to make love with her best friend. And she could do nothing but wait the night tied up in her coffin. Anna was in the shadows watching the vampires looking her over.

"You are such a pretty fledging. No wonder why our master wants you so much." The head blonde vampire drawled. He looked her form over once again. Elizabeth shivered.

"Don't you hit on me. I just got married." Elizabeth said, giving them her aura of evil with her stony glare. They weren't bothered, completely used to such antics of a fledgling as being weaker than they were.

"Just fooling with you, little angel." He cooed, reaching his hand out to grab her chin. But Elizabeth instinctively snapped out, her fangs bared and almost biting his hand. The vampires chuckled even more.

"Martin, Qualye, Daniel. I think you should leave now." Anna murmured. The vampires jittered, forgetting she was in the room with them. Her presence that even Elizabeth felt was definitely she was the alpha female. And for that reason the vampires respected her wishes and quickly disappeared. So Anna and Elizabeth were alone in the room.

"I'm sorry about them, but as teenager vampires they died with hormones…" Anna sighed, settling herself in a chair next to Elizabeth. Elizabeth was not happy. More like in pain that they were letting Katie lose her virginity!

"Sorry? Sorry for WHAT! While we sit here when Dracula is knocking my best friend up, you are worried about the glaring eyes of those vampires! I'm worried about Katie! He wants to harm her as well as pleasure her! WE DON'T DESERVE THIS FATE!!!" Elizabeth yelled, rocking back and forth in her chains and tears welling up in her eyes. She didn't want this to happen to them, not this, not locked away forever to his bedside…

"I know you don't. But the master wishes it, and I must obey, and you must be his." Anna said in her emotionless, yet Emo, tone.

"You could help! You could fight him and set us free! You could…could…be brave again." Elizabeth was crying, flopping back onto the satin and in worry and sadness while she felt she knew what was happening.

She closed her eyes and flipped to her side away from Anna. Thinking her crying muffled, she began sobbing, curling up into a ball as best she could in the tight space. This reminded her of her Blood Ballade books she wrote, of her ideas and thoughts. But never had she thought about being the one left behind to wait for the outcome of someone on their wedding night.

Especially of one forced to make love.

"Please Elizabeth, stop your crying. It is no use." Anna tapped her shoulder, and then the thoughts of vampiric jealously were taking their toll.

Why didn't the master pleasure her first?

He favored Katie, the pure one!

Elizabeth sat up in her newfound rage, looking around.

Anna knew what was happening.

A jealous bride was not good company.

Anna quickly brought out a bottle of blood, pouring it into a goblet and putting in some calming herbs.

"Here, drink this! You must be hungry…you have drunk very little blood." Anna held the goblet to her, whereupon Elizabeth with ravenous hunger quickly grabbed it and gulped it down in one swig.

"I feel…satisfied…" Elizabeth drawled as the herbs began taking affect. Her vampire jealous thoughts were abated, and Elizabeth shook her head from the lack of buzzing blame-throwers. Elizabeth once again plopped back down into her coffin, feeling ready to sleep.

But she couldn't. She felt her most sacred areas crawl with faint erotic sensations, making her twitch and moan faintly as she felt what Dracula was experiencing and doing, She hated this master-bride more than ever now that she heard also the faint sounds of moan, groans, and cries. Anna, her usual form of misery and Emo, just sat there staring into the few candles in the room. Anna could hear the sounds more clearly however, and felt the same sensations as Elizabeth. But she was trained in controlling them.

Elizabeth wasn't. They were not as bad as when she herself had been touched in similar ways. But now that they were like ghosts, her body owned by his, she couldn't stop them. She was getting aroused from these as she fidgeted in her coffin. It was like seduction all over again.

"Anna! C-Can't you d-do anything?" Elizabeth stammered in a partial moan. Anna looked down at her and held her arm.

"Concentrate on something else, and you will feel less of it." Anna breathed, setting back down into her chair and once again concentrating on something, the candle.

Elizabeth was concentrating on God.

She was thinking about him, how he could save them, how she would ask for forgiveness for doubting her ever existed, seeing as now she was a vampire caused by Devilish purposes, it was more than enough proof that God and Lucifer exist. So she began thinking of Sunday school, the drive to church, the talks and sermons, the weird golden glow that shines on her when she speaks up for the group…

The weird golden glow…

The fact everyone likes her because of her wisdom.

Every old person feels young again when they touch her.

And then as she thought about these coincidences she heard a song in her head…

There were angels singing the throb of life in her.

She felt golden, happy, sunny, powerful…

And she heard a piercing scream for help in her head.

She knew some angel transformed and was passing judgment.

And for some reason that angel happened to be connected to her somehow.

She must rise with her!

"The angel! The Angel of Justice!" Elizabeth gasped out, sitting up from crying. She didn't know what the hell was happening, but she felt something coming out of her.

She felt a new heart beat.

She saw a golden pulsing glow coming from her.

Anna was driven back by the light.

Yet, she stood strong, realizing what was happening.

"What the…?" Elizabeth said, looking at the glow around her. She heard more acutely with her ears strangely a battle up above in the master bedroom. And she felt an innocent lose and fall.

Elizabeth then was becoming an angel.

She felt the darkness leave her in screaming pain and agony. Falling out of her coffin as she thrashed around, her fangs jutting out and she convulsed. She was fighting three things at once.

She was fighting to get rid of the Nosferatu.

She wanted humanity back to her form.

Yet an angel wanted to break out.

Let go, let go and you can help your friend and save the world! The angel cried out.

I can't save the world! I just want to be human and live! She yelled while her heart struggled. All that was left of human were her memories and personality.

You are a vampire! HOLLOW! You cannot rise as good or go back to mortality! The vampire body of her bellowed.

But it was wrong.

God always wins.

Her human part wasn't strong enough, nor could the vampire body do anything at all.

The Angel of Truth was rising out of the ashes to answer her partner's call.

And at once Elizabeth was absorbed with purpose.

Anna opened the door, clearly frightened of the golden pulsing glow that was coming from her young vampire sister. She ran out, calling the Dwergi and the vampire servants, if any remained.

Elizabeth then thrust her arms out and stood up, the chains blasted apart from the coffin. She began walking out steadfast and, still with the chains around her, walk out the door and break into a run.

Then the pain hit when she stumbled in the great hall.

The hall echoed with her screams as her body was being purged.

The darkness of the vampire cannot be the body for the angel.

She twitched and thrashed on the floor as her skin filled with life blood.

The blood of the Lord.

Her face became fuller and she lay still, at the steps of the black stairs.

Dwergi and Anna stood far from the golden pulse, watching.

Then Elizabeth opened her eyes.

The Holy Spirit took over.

And she began floating upwards.

The chains around her turned into gossamer silky golden ribbons.

They entwined and floated around her.

They tightened around her body, legs; everything was encased with layers of ribbons.

Then a large golden glow came from her form, and the ribbons melded together.

She soon appeared with a flowing two-piece dress of gold, with a flowing skirt and a top that hung off her shoulders.

Her eyes were closed and her thick golden hair flew out in even more glorious waves than ever before.

Then she arched her back backwards and sprouting from her back were wide, large golden wings.

And at the same time a golden cross shone a ray of light on her forehead.

Her large wide wings flutter powerful strokes and cast great blasts of sunlight.

The Dwergi recoiled into the shadows.

And she raised her hands delicately.

And appearing in them materialized single, long, golden feather.

The ribbons that remained around her wrapped into bows.

And she lowered the feather and turned around in the air, hovering with the golden energy and powerful wing beats of her large wings.

"In the name of God, OPEN THIS DOOR!" She pointed the feather at the door, where she could clearly discern white and dark energy shining through.

Her feather cast a concentrated beam of glittering golden light at it.

The door rattled on its hinges.

And as it burst open Anna smiled.

She would finally have peace.

And so would the world.

A/N: DUN DUN DUUUUNNN!!!!