Disclaimer: I do not own Dracula

Things are somewhat choppy in this story. It's an important transition as different sides are starting to form with their own unique paths. I have long thought that Lucy was never given enough credit, she got turned and went after children for weeks. Also I've managed to catch NBC's Dracula I like the concept but the severe lack of Dracula/Jonathan makes me sad, I mean they took the Lucy/Mina into new grounds. I always got the feeling there was something more than friends there. I mean grown women don't share a bed. Sorry without further ado here's what I've got going. I'm debating on starting a separate story for Lucy, Arthur, and Quincey.

When Sorrows come, they come not as Single Spies, but as Battalions ~ William Shakespeare

Jack shook John slightly, trying to reign him in from his stupor but it did little good. They had tried everything but he was stuck in a dreamlike state. Though his hair was no longer white the small group could see singular strands that were stubbornly clinging to the lack of colour.

"What do we do?" Jack murmured, strains of panic leaking into his voice.

"Move him away from the girls." Arthur and Jack nodded before managing to carry their friend to his temporary room. "Inform Quincey of this development and pray that the Count cannot reach him wherever he is." Abraham said tightly, his glasses reflecting the white orange firelight hiding his scotch coloured eyes.

Jonathan rode his horse, urging the animal to go faster. They were so close. The Count wouldn't be able to hurt anyone ever again. Quincey Morris and Jack Seaward were side by side with him. Arthur was bringing up the rear making sure that no Gypsies were following them. The Carriage was coming into view, as was the Castle. Jonathan heard the howls of wolves. His heart pounded in his ears, the rush of blood through his body given a near deafening sound. Faintly he could make out Quincey calling to him. His voice steadily grew louder and louder until in a flash he was before Jonathan.

John jolted awake, surging up from his bed and looked around wildly. Quincey wasn't in the room with him. It was dark but the few faded rays of dawn were drawing nearer. The pale, muted tones made John feel uneasy. He glanced to his let and found Jack slumped over with Abraham leaning on him. Black hair and red hair meshed together and John was reminded of the Monster hunting them. There was a faint creek on the floorboards and he looked up sharply. In the doorway of his room was Lucy. She was pale and beautiful. Like a Goddess of moonlight. She shimmered and smiled, revealing pearl coloured fangs. Her eyes were their ever cheerful hazel, shifting from green to brown and back but there was a trace of red in them now. John felt his heart stutter painfully in his chest. She raised a finger toward herself.

"Come with me John. It'll be okay." She whispered but neither Jack no Abraham stirred. John shook his head and moved to wake his friends only to feel icy breath brush against his neck. "Oh please John won't you join me? I promise he'll be gentle this time." Harker stun and his hand met with a cold spot of air. Lucy was gone. Her ringing laughter danced through his ears and John was moving before he realized it, pounding out of his room. Jack and Abraham didn't startle awake like they normally would have.

"Lucy!" John shouted, not caring who he awoke. "Lucinda Westenra!" He growled. He threw open the door to her room. Lucy lay motionless on her bed. Arthur was sprawled across her with a scrap upon his neck and Quincey was unconscious in his chair, head tilted back with scraps along the front of it. But those weren't small like the one on Arthur's neck. John's mouth filled with the taste of blood. "Oh God." He murmured before blacking out.

"John! John wake up!" Mina cried and he tensed, inhaling sharply before he recognized it was her.

"Mina?" He whispered hoarsely. He felt the tears streaming down her face worse and she threw herself into his arms.

"Lucy's dead!" She wailed. John's arm's wrapped around her and she sobbed into his shoulder.

John could see Arthur mourning over Lucy's pale limp body. Jack had taken Mina away from the main housing section of the property. Abraham was an ever present shadow.

"Quincey was found on the floor unconscious this morning and Lucy was gone from us. Her body nearly frozen and completely limp. It was as if she'd died the moment she closed her eyes." The redhead mused bitterly.

"Where there scratches on Quin's neck?" John asked turning away from the sight of his friend in mourning.

"No and when Arthur woke him Quincey had no memory of falling asleep of moving to the floor." John nodded and ran a hand through his hair. He couldn't get the copperish taste out of his mouth. A singular lock of his hair was snow white.

Lucy shivered as she awoke inside a chilly graveyard. She wrapped her arms around herself and looked down at the thin garments she was wearing. The black sundress was not something she would have picked out for autumn in England. The sky was a dark turquois colour and the ground looked like dark ashes. The trees were barren save for a few black leaves. She shuddered again, though this time not from the cold that seemed determined to sink into her.

"Lucy." A voice called out to her. It was a sing song sound that made her relax and fill with terror at the same time. She pushed herself off the grave she had been lying on and ran. She only knew that she needed to find John. She needed to find him and warn him. The Count wasn't getting inside. He hadn't forced John to allow him in. Instead he'd done something infinitely worse. There was a booming laugh and Lucy stumbled. She felt flashes of her life before, a life that had been snatched from her by her naïveté and a guiled Hunter.

"John!" She called, praying somehow he could hear her. "John it's you!"

Arthur wasn't sure about this. John and Jack hung back. Abraham was instructing him on how to stab Lucy with the stake and then slice off her head. John's ears were ringing. He heard someone calling to him but couldn't make out what was being said. It was dusk. If Lucy woke then they would be forced to take action to prevent her from completely turning into a Monster. John felt his stomach sink, like he was on top of a rollercoaster and it was about to drop him straight down.

"John?"

'John!'

"What's wrong mate?" Jack whispered but he could have shouted. John couldn't tell at the moment.

"Johnny-boy?" Quincey reached out to touch John shoulder, to steady him.

'John it's you!'

"Stop!" John's voice echoed in the room and causing everyone to jump and look at him. In that exact instant Lucy's eyes snapped open, bloody red like embers in the darkness. She lurched forward and avoided Arthur's stake.

"Shit!" Abraham hissed and flung a silver blade at her. She managed to duck it but it caught her arm. She grabbed John.

"Wake up Jonathan. You have to remember. It's the only way." She whispered. She twitched as if hearing something before she whimpered and fled into the shadows.

"Damn! She got away."

"God Lucy she looked alive." Arthur said and looked at the stake in his hand. "I don't think I can do this. I love you."

"You're the only one Arthur. She loves you and so you're the only one who can get close enough." Abraham said with a sigh. "I do not envy you that. I have been where you are. My sister, she was seduced and turned into a Monster. I wasn't strong enough to stop her until she had slaughtered several children. I couldn't save her Soul from being damned. But if we can prevent her from killing anyone then she can at least be granted Purgatory. A chance at Heaven." Abraham looked sharply at John.

"What? Bram please don't tell me you suspect John of helping her escape."

"She did command him to wake up, to remember. And he did shout at the exact moment she needed."

"Surely you can't be suggesting that John knew she was going to pop up at that moment." Quincey narrowed his eyes.

"We'll have to isolate you John. Plant false information and see if the Count takes it." John nodded slowly. He felt the coaster edge ever closer to the fall. He knew once it happened that things would take off rapidly from there. He could only hope that meant soon this would be over.

Lucy panted, her wound burned and she felt like she was going to throw up. Her stomach cramped on emptiness causing her to groan softly. She stumbled into the tiny church. She was in the countryside but she had no idea how she managed to get here.

"Please." She murmured. "Please help me." She begged before crashing to her knees and passing out. She welcomed the bliss of darkness. She didn't stay in this pain any longer. Pitch black dragged her down and she surrendered entirely.

Mina paced back and forth in front of the window. The noon sun was cheerfully illuminating the compound. Arthur was e-mailing Lucy's relatives to see if she had suddenly showed up. They didn't have cell services and no one could get hold of them through the landline. The dark honey blonde could be anywhere. Mina ran a hand through her curly waves. She wondered if it made her a terribly person that she hoped that Lucy was alright wherever she was. Lucy was a Vampire now.

"Mina are you alright?" John asked softly. She turned and looked at him. He looked like he hadn't slept in ages.

"Lovely." She managed a smile that caused him to chuckle and nod. She moved to his side, she felt safe with him even though she knew that he might be responsible. Jack rubbed the back of his neck and looked at Quincey.

"Are you sure that you can't remember anything?"

"Yeah." The Texan said and hung his golden head. His deep mahogany eyes focusing on the floor. "I remember watching out the window and then there was a knock on the door it starts to open and then it all goes black."

"This is troubling." Abraham said and Jack nodded slowly.

"We have to find Lucy."

"Quincey you are the master tracker." Arthur murmured hoarsely. His soft grey eyes like muted slate. "I…"

"My friend I think you've done more than enough. This is hard enough as it is. Rest Arthur." Abraham cut in. "It is not your fault."

"It's no one's fault." Mina hissed defensively and John watched her warily. She bristled and he rubbed his temples. This was all so familiar and yet not. He turned his green eyes out at the afternoon sunlight. He hoped that Lucy was safe, from them and the Count.