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Disclaimer: Yes, I am Stephen Sommer and I have Bram Stoker's spirit living inside of me. All is mine.
It wasn't that Gabriel Van Helsing hadn't faced army of demons before. Especially this kind of lower class demons. Ones that are usually summon by higher class demon/sorcerer/vampire to guard his lair or carry out some smaller tasks. Van Helsing had no idea how many he had already beheaded and mutilated with his sword but the floor was already filled with demon corpses and still they launched against him. Also, their numbers didn't seem to be ending. Van Helsing on the other hand was starting to be tired. Van Helsing had a feeling in his limps that should he live to see tomorrow his body would be doomed to suffer a thousand pains.
The demons seemed to have taken a pause. They were circling him in the shadows. They were playing with him like spider plays with flies in his its web.
That's what I am: a fly in a web. And these little spiders are determined not to let me close enough to their master.
"Screw this!" Van Helsing yelled and pulled out few little glass bottled from his jacket. He threw them towards the demons and as the glass broke the holy water was released. He could see movement in shadows, hear demons screaming in pain and smell the burning of their flesh. Soon they would launch against him in their full force.
I'm not going to survive, he thought.
But just as something seemed to happen, as the demons were attacking, the dark hall was suddenly filled with blue light. Van Helsing had to squeeze his eyes to be able to see two forms appearing behind the light. Two forms those were strangely familiar.
Carl? Anna?
The demons were running away from the light. Those who came too close seemed to be burned to ashes by the light. Demons screamed as Carl came closer, holding in his hand a crucifix which seemed to be the source of light. Anna was close behind, holding her sword should some of the demons be able to come through the light.
But none came. The light drove them away and very soon Carl, Anna and Van Helsing were left alone in the dark hall.
"Are you alright, Gabriel?" Anna said and rushed to his side, looking for any signs of serious injuries.
She called me Gabriel, Van Helsing wondered. Sounds rather nice coming from her.
"Yeah, I'm fine. None of them gave me even a flesh wound, they were all lower class demons" Van Helsing explained.
"Good", Anna sighed, "then pull yourself together and look like a man and not something that might fall apart any minute now" she added with harsher tone.
That didn't sound nice at all.
"Any idea where Dracula is?" Carl asked.
"I'd say our only way is to go there. I at least see no other way" Van Helsing said, pointing to the way the hall continued.
"Let's move on then" Anna said, voice full of authority.
In the Great Hall of Castle Dracula:
Usually in this time of night the Great Hall of Castle Dracula would be in darkness, with only the moonlight shinning in from the windows. However, this night the Great Hall was filled with candles that gave strange, reddish light to the hall. In the middle of the floor a huge pentagram was drawn with different diabolical symbols. In the middle of pentagram was an altar and right next to it a huge old coffin, which looked like it was made for a royal.
Igor stood respectably near the great doors, lighting the last of candles, when Count Dracula entered, holding Isabella Mortte from the hand. Isabella's dreamlike wedding dress seemed to float around her as she, head down, walked along with Dracula. They headed to the altar. Isabella looked around her from the corners of her eyes. She tried to find some last escape, some little glimmer of hope, but she saw nothing. When they finally reached the altar Isabella was able to see to the open coffin. She nearly screamed when she saw the mummified corpse of a woman long since dead.
Her scream died to her lips when her head was suddenly turned to look at Dracula. She looked deep in to his red eyes and felt no more fear but was totally mesmerised. Suddenly all surrounding her disappeared and, whatever was happening, she didn't want it to end. She felt herself to be raised to Dracula's arms and being lowered to the altar. Dracula's face was only inches away from hers and she suddenly noticed how handsome he actually was.
"Do not be afraid", he said with a voice that couldn't be from this world, "death is only the beginning of a new life".
With that he closed the distance between them and kissed her gently to the lips. Isabella Mortte had never had any boy kiss her, least then a man. But there was something that made this new experience quite a pleasant one and the voice in her head that warned her about what would happen had grown quieter. When the Count's tongue entered her mouth the voice shut upped completely.
After exploring her mouth, Dracula trailed his kisses from her chin to her throat. For a moment he just kissed the point the made her moan and then revealed his fangs and bit her. And finally he tasted her blood, relishing the taste, making sure that his supernatural touch made this pleasurable also to Isabella. Then he trailed his kisses back to her lips and Isabella was startled to taste her own blood.
"Become my queen. Drink from me and become the eternal ruler of the night by my side" she distantly heard his voice say.
Dracula stood straight and opened his shirt, revealing his chest. With a long nail he cut his skin and Isabella watched as thick, red blood slide down his pale skinned chest.
"Come, come" Dracula said.
Isabella rose up, even when her mind had not told her body to do so, and touched his wound with her lips. The blood she drank was the sweetest thing she had ever had and she no longer cared if she had become one with the devils.
After she had drank, for how long she didn't know, Dracula took hold of her shoulders and gently pushed her down back to altar. He then moved between the altar and coffin. He looked the centuries old corpse.
"Now, my most beloved one, let your spirit take place in this immortal body I offer you" he said and then raised his hand, making his cape look like huge wings of a bat. He started to speak words Isabella was unable to understand.
As Dracula continued his satanic prayer, the pentagram drawn to the floor suddenly started to glove. Isabella started to feel dizzy and didn't know what was happening. Didn't know that her body was about to be given to a soul summoned from the other side.
A sudden yell turned Dracula's attention away. He saw Van Helsing, Anna and Carl standing over Igor's unconscious body. Carl stepped forward and held a crucifix from which a bluish light was radiating.
"A heavenly light?" asked surprised Dracula. He moved from altar towards the intruders. He suddenly jumped closer and the crucifix melted in Carl's hands. "You can not exorcise me. Me who commanded armies hundreds of years before you were born, friar" the vampire lord said.
Anna attacked towards Dracula, but the Count moved aside from her fatal blow of sword and threw her across the hall.
"ANNA!" Van Helsing yelled and moved forward.
"Stop!"
Both Van Helsing and Dracula turned their heads to the altar. Pentagram was still glowing and Isabella was now sitting in the altar. Her hair and dress floated eerily in the air. And the voice that she had spoken had not been Isabella's voice. It had not even been from this world.
"Sabrina" Dracula whispered.
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This chapter had couple references to Bram Stoker's classic. Did you notice which ones?