A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first ever fanfic and I'm exceedingly excited! Um...I hope you all enjoy this story. I enjoyed writing it!
Disclaimer: I do not own VanHelsing or any of the characters in it, no matter how much I wish to, it simply is not meant to be. I just mess around with the plot a bit.
Chapter 1
Devour
Ekaterina Tatarescu was sitting alone in her large home. She detested being alone, and to make matters worse, it was the dead of night, and the night of the full moon.
An eerie silence had settled over this part of Transylvania. Not that Transylvania was loud. It was just too silent. Generally there was wind, well at least some. But tonight, there was none.
Ekaterina had recently turned 18, but she was still young. Everyone in Transylvania knew young girls shouldn't stay out at night. Alone.
Almost a century ago, Anna Valerius, Gabriel Van Helsing, and a monk named Carl set out to assassinate the iniquitous Count Vladislaus Dragulia. They sadly did not succeed.
Dracula had always had an extraordinary fascination with Miss Anna Valerius, Princess of gypsies. Van Helsing, in his werewolf form, had unintentionally murdered Anna. Dracula and Van Helsing got in the nastiest, most atrocious fight possible and ended up slaughtering each other. The monk, Carl, witnessed this catastrophic fight in complete horror, and ended up dying of fright.
An often deliberated question is 'Why worry about Dracula? He's dead!'
No, essentially he's not. He returned from the dead. You see, Dracula was exceptionally close to Satan. In fact, Satan considered Dracula as his long lost son. They struck a deal, and now Dracula is amongst the living once again, in his original vampire form.
Ekaterina heaved her exhausted legs to her unlit bedroom. She could scarcely make out anything. She fumbled with the silk bedcovers and finally hopped into her bed.
She couldn't fall asleep. Strange noises kept making their way to her perceptive ears. Ekaterina was somewhat of an insomniac. Eventually she became overly weary, and her eyes managed to glide shut.
"Ekaterina," "Ekaterina," "Ekaterina," a hot breath tickled Ekaterina's ears.
Ekaterina opened her eyes and a frightening scream broke through the air. There was a pale man dressed in black from head to foot with raven black hair tied back in a ponytail on her ceiling.
He dropped lithely from the ceiling onto Ekaterina's bed.
"I wondered how long it would take for you to wake up, Miss Tatarescu," a wide grin spread over his face, his canines glinting menacingly in the moonlight.
Ekaterina got up and backed away, like a frightened animal.
"H-how do you know my name?" a stammering Ekaterina demanded.
The vampire disappeared. Ekaterina turned to run, but ran into someone's stone solid chest. She turned her emerald green eyes upwards.
"I know many things," Dracula replied suggestively.
Dracula then developed large leathery wings and talons, which made him, resemble that of a demon.
He caught Ekaterina's shoulders with his talons, and she screamed in excruciating pain.
"Sleep, Ekaterina," said the demonic Dracula in a moderate voice causing Ekaterina to descend under his spell.
Ekaterina's green eyes opened, and she discovered she was in a great room in a bed.
What am I doing here? She thought.
It all came back to her. Dracula. She was here because of the once thought legendary creature. How ever could she have forgotten?
For the first time since she was a diminutive adolescent, Ekaterina coiled herself into a ball and began to snivel, her long, wavy, black hair lying as a curtain around her pale face, as sobs racked her body.
Count Vladislaus Dragulia paced his chambers, contemplating what to do with Miss Tatarescu, the dazzling young girl he some day planned to make his bride.
He had placed Miss Tatarescu in one of his numerous guest chambers, but did not know if he should keep her there permanently. He really didn't want to think anymore.
"Stela!" Dracula called in an authoritative manner.
"Yes, master?" a young girl with fiery red hair materialized.
"Get Miss Tatarescu some clothing, preferably something striking, like dresses. Also get her some food, and a warm bath started…please," he added to be courteous.
"Yes, master," the apprehensive vampire replied, and vanished.
Stela was always his favorite little maid, who always seemed to know Dracula's emotions better than he knew them himself.
Ekaterina had fallen asleep in her little ball of comfort, her hair covering her face like a shroud of darkness.
She had been woken out of her sleep by a girl who looked about 16 years old, gently shaking her.
"Miss, my name is Stela. I've brought you some food, seeing as you really need to eat," the petite girl said.
Ekaterina thought the girl seemed harmless so she sat up gradually and stretched her stiff limbs. Stela smiled at this.
Ekaterina looked toward the girl and said, "You know, my given name is Ekaterina, and I would feel much better if you called me that instead of 'Miss Tatarescu.' You may even call me Kat if you would prefer. Just not 'Miss Tatarescu. It's much too long."
"I know what your name is. I just wasn't certain how you'd react if I called you by your first name," Stela told her.
Ekaterina shrugged, "Odd enough things have been happening to me anyways."
Stela got up from the bed and began to walk towards the door. "I'd better go before your food gets cold. There is a hot bath ready for you through that door," she gestured to a door Ekaterina hadn't even noticed was there, "There are also fresh clothes in your closet.
Kat was astonished at how wonderfully she was being treated.
I thought by now I'd be shackled to a wall in a dungeon, she mused before replying, "Thank you."
"Oh, you're very welcome. I'm here whenever you may need me. Oh, and just so you know, the Count isn't so appalling. Just get to know him. He really is concerned about you."
Before Ekaterina could react, the mysterious maid was gone. She gazed contemplatively at the food before her and realized it had been 2 days since she had eaten. Within seconds, Ekaterina had begun to devour her food. She had been feeling paroxysms of hunger to the point where they were virtually excruciating. She wanted food, and here it is.
2 hours later found Ekaterina once again sitting on the smooth black silk bedspread. She had just come out of an extraordinarily invigorating bath, and had nothing to do. She had picked through her new clothes and observed they were all dresses. Highly luxurious looking ones at that. She put on a low cut black one which accentuated her curves flawlessly. She felt like a princess.
"Yes, a princess is what you remind me of," said a deep, sensual voice right beside her ear, "I could… devour you," he breathed.
Instantaneously Ekaterina shot to the opposite side of the room and gazed towards the bed. There was no one there.
"Depressing, isn't it?" said the very same voice.
Ekaterina looked to her right shoulder and shrieked.
"Oh, my, that response is so old. I'd say about 587 years." He took a step towards Ekaterina.
"W-What do you want?" she asked, countering his step with a step backwards.
"Just to see how my guest is doing," replied Dracula ingenuously while shrugging his shoulders.
Ekaterina was busy staring at Dracula's intense blue eyes to notice just how close in propinquity he had gotten to her. One of Dracula's spidery fingers trailed itself up Ekaterina's neck causing goose bumps to emerge on her flesh.
"Please! Stop!" she cried, lunging for space behind him.
To Ekaterina's surprise, Dracula didn't even try to follow her. Instead he just watched, hilarity written unmistakably among his once vacant features.
"You know, you never told me how exactly you are doing," he said, actually sounding like he was interested.
"If you must know, I am SICK of being cooped up here, and I would much rather leave this damn place!" she screamed at him, tears beginning to descend her insipid cheeks.
"I will not permit you to leave my castle, but if you would like, you may leave this room," said Dracula utterly taken back by the girl sobbing in front of him.
Ekaterina was in shock. This man or vampire appeared to be making an attempt to calm her down.
She glanced around to see if he was serious about her leaving the room, but he was gone. He probably revoked my 'exploring privileges,' her mind screamed.
So once again, she crumpled in a sniveling, bawling heap on the floor and began to weep elephant tears over the rose red carpet.
It seemed Ekaterina's emotions just kept diving down, round and round.
A/N: Okay, well that was my first chapter. I wonder what will happen between Dracula and Ekaterina next.
Just kidding! I already know...yeah, well I need a couple reviews to post chapter two. I know this chapter wasn't the best, so only constructive criticism please!