AN: If I'm not badly mistaken the last chapter got more reviews than others before. I'd say that's the spirit, mates! (With a pirate accent)
Some have noticed that I've given characters, especially to Dracula, things that were not in the movie, like control over weather. They're from Bram Stoker's novel and I even use some of the lines from it.
Disclaimer: they're Stoker's and Sommer's but not mine.
A huge bat was flying through the wind towards the Castle Valerious. Night was without clouds and moon shined his way. Even though bat hardly moved his wings it moved fast and securely. It flew closer towards one of the towers of the castle. Three guards were standing at the post on top of the tower. Bat flew nearer, fast, appearing from the dark. It flew towards the guard that had his back facing him. Before bat was close a strange transformation began. The leathery wings turned in to a black cape, claws became hand and feet and the creature grew in a blink of an eye. Guard never realised what hit him when he felt something pushing him and he fell over the edge to his death.
Count Dracula's reflexes were way faster than any mortal human's. By the time third guard had heard the scream and turned around he saw Count, in his waving black cape and his red eyes, breaking the neck of the other guard without even breaking a sweat. The third guard raised his crossbow but Dracula threw it from his hands and then raised the guard up, holding him from his throat. Dracula sank his teeth to the guard's throat and drank the blood to satisfy his hunger. Then he dropped the dead man down. For a moment the Dark Count enjoyed the feeling of hot blood coursing through him and the cold wind on his face. Then he looked down from the tower and like a gigantic insect started to crawl down the wall. He moved towards the window where was coming light.
In the village:
Gabriel Van Helsing arrived later to the village than Anna Valerious and her men. He had made sure that Mortte and his daughter would be taken to the tower and that Carl was safe also. He had also in a haste given Carl his strange ring and asked if he could find something out of it. If Carl couldn't nobody could. Young friar had just shrugged his shoulders and probably said something sarcastic when Van Helsing had already headed towards the doors.
Even from faraway Van Helsing could see the form of Anna Valerious, riding on a huge black horse, with her sword swinging in the air. She and five of her men were surrounding a wild werewolf near the end of the village. They seem to be able to hand well so Van Helsing focused on the other two werewolves, trying to see where he would be most needed. At least seven men were attacking one near the church. Van Helsing heard voices coming from the river and saw some battling there also. He was about to head there when he saw something near the castle wall. When he came closer he recognised the guard uniform in the middle of a huge pond of blood. Van Helsing looked up to the tower from which man must have fallen and recognised it as the same where Mortte were.
This is a plot, he realised. Werewolves were attacking anywhere but the castle and some guards were at the dungeons making sure Prince Velkan wouldn't escape in his latest form. Mortte and his daughter had the minimise security. Van Helsing cursed and ran back inside the castle.
In the tower:
"Father, I can't believe you're still planning on staying in this country!" Isabella exclaimed in the room where she was pacing, while Dr. Mortte was sitting at the edge of the bed.
"I'm sorry, Bella, but you know my work…" Mortte started but was cut of by her sobbing daughter throwing her arms around his neck.
"Oh Father, can't you see? Ever since you said that you would come here I've been having this terrible feeling and my dreams…they're all filled with terrible images of this country. We haven't been here even a whole day and night when were already been attacked by vampires, that young prince turned to a werewolf in front of you and there is something terrible happening in the village! We should never have come here" she cried as her father tried desperately to comfort her.
"I'm sorry, Bella. I'm so sorry; I didn't know it would be like this. I've been waiting for the opportunity so long that I didn't consider…I'm sorry" Mortte whispered to his daughter.
Mortte and Isabelle were jumped up from the bed when the window was suddenly opened and the wind came blowing in. Isabella gasped as she saw the majestic figure of Count Dracula stepping inside.
"Good evening. I am Dracula" he said politely, though his voice held something so unearthly cold that they hardly even heard what he said.
The father's instinct to protect his daughter made Mortte act and he took crucifix from his pocket, where he had kept it ever since they arrived to Transylvania. He raised it in front of him and daughter.
For a moment Dracula looked at the crucifix curiously, as if considering what to do and then approached them slowly and turned around so fast that the edge of his cape released crucifix from Mortte's trembling hand, making it fall to the floor. Dracula's strong grip took hold of Mortte.
"You play your wits against mine" Dracula hissed. "Against me who commanded nations hundreds of years before you were born. You fool!"
"Stop it! Let him go, you fiend!" Isabella cried, tears running down her face.
Dracula arrogantly pushed Mortte from him and the doctor hit his head to the wall.
"Father!" Isabella shouted and took step to her father when she felt some invisible force commanding her to look at the aristocratic monster she knew was still in the room.
She turned her eyes to him and gasped. Dracula's eyes were not red anymore but steel blue. His face didn't show any sings of cruelty but more of longing and…love. Isabella didn't find herself afraid of him, but mesmerised.
Count Dracula watched as the young woman took a slow step towards him, never taking her eyes off from his. He smiled gently as he felt the certain warm feeling in his chest. It had been so long when he felt it. He raised his hands from the covers of his cape and caressed her cheeks.
"At last I have you again…" he whispered softly "…Sabrina".
Just then the door was pushed open and the spell was broken. Isabella felt like she had just woken from a dream and found herself without recollection what had happened. She saw her father on the floor and jumped to beside him.
Dracula turned his head to the intruder and was about to attack when the shock held him still. He looked at the mortal warrior who had entered. "Gabriel?" he asked.
Van Helsing also felt like his reflexes where paralysed. Here in front of him was the man whose death he had seen in his dreams every night for the last seventeen years. More shocking was the fact that Dracula obviously knew him.
"Gabriel Van Helsing" Dracula said, slow smirk appearing to his lips. "I should have known that they'd send you after me. They've always held a certain sense of irony, don't you think?"
Van Helsing felt being lost. "How do you know me?" he managed to ask from his dry throat.
Dracula let out a cold laugh. "You don't remember do you?" he said, enjoying his feeling of superiority.
Van Helsing eyed around the room. He needed to get Dracula as far away from Mortte and Isabella as possible. He started to take careful steps to left and Dracula instinctively walked to the right, circling him.
"Exactly what is it I should remember?" he asked carefully.
Dracula seemed surprised for a moment. "Have they really taken everything? Well then, old friend, allow me to give you few pieces back" he said. Suddenly Dracula leapt towards Van Helsing and before he had time to do anything vampire count's cold fingers landed to his temples. And suddenly a flash of memory appeared from Van Helsing's past in front of his eyes.
The next chapter will have that promised piece of information from their past. Not all is reviled yet. Though I'm sure you can use your imagination.