Sing the Devil, Prick the Flesh

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Chapter Six – Shards of Reflection

Dracula was not pleased. Not at all. After the embarrassing events that had happened before, he felt like his whole plans had literally fallen away. An ugly frown had replaced his usual grin, and that was never a good sign. His eyes glowed murderously as he sat inside his 'office', leaning back on a chair as he placed both his hand together, his thoughts swimming violently in his treacherous mind.

So... Gabriel had found a way to resist me again... Dracula thought venomously as he thought of the incident. He would have to take care of it. Already his rebellious servants were sticking together to make a plan so they could destroy him, and prevent his domination. Well, that wasn't going to happen, not while he was still here. But what to do with Gabriel?

Dracula pursued his lips. What could have triggered Van Helsing to be able stop the werewolf? Was it the will to stop the killings? Or is it more than that? One thing was certain to the vampire. Van Helsing had been trying to save Anna from getting killed.

It is a pity the Princess does not remember... Dracula thought with a cold chuckle, and then thought of the human Van Helsing had also saved. He was a little bit curious on why Van Helsing also prevented the wolf from killing the girl. Knowing Gabriel, the Count had assumed the Princess was to be saved, and the girl to die. But his judgement was wrong. And he despised a failure. Was the girl not as invaluable as Dracula had thought? Was the girl also the reason why Van Helsing had stopped the wolf? A twinge of interest sparked in the vampire's eyes. Perhaps the girl may be useful in his plans... Anything that will make him capable to tame Gabriel.

Time to play some games, my friend... Dracula thought with a evil smile as his eyes glimmered with anticipation for his future.

In a small cold cell a few servants of rebellion sat on the floors or on their beds, with determination clear on their faces. But there was one face that was not, a confused and almost lonely looking woman, perplexed and terrified with everything that was happening to her so-called life. The all too familiar brown curly hair fell down on her shoulder, and her eyes glinted hazel green. Her lips were pursued as she looked at the small cell window carved out by crude tools.

Master... Anna thought as she lowered her head low. What was happening to her? Why was she feeling like this? Her heart trembled within her chest, and it made her decisions, the things she once understood, become unclear to her. Maybe I am just beating myself up. Master will never... Her voice inside her head faded away, trailing off as her mind remarked back.

Do you not understand, Anna? If your Master cared for you, you would have been saved. Instead, he left you in that cage to die. To be fed like that piece of meat you gave to that strange man. You feel, you know, there is something wrong...

No! I'm not wrong! You're wrong! Anna thought angrily, her hands balling into fists. But she knew the voice was right. She couldn't deny it now. The Master did not care for her as she had. Perhaps the man knows something of you that your heart has chosen to hide... the voice spoke to her, this time gently, as silently a tear slid down Anna's cheek. Her head glanced towards another determined face in the small cell. It was the other survivor. What was her name? Anna thought as she quickly brushed aside the tear. She opened her lips once, but then fear caught her from talking and she shut her mouth slowly. Can she bear the truth now?

I will have to try... Anna thought as bravely as she can as she spoke, "Umm, you!"

The other survivor, the girl, looked back at her. There was courage in the young girl's eyes and that shocked Anna. Then the girl pointed to herself, asking if Anna was talking about her. The former princess nodded and motioned her finger, so the girl will come closer. The girl nodded without a smile as she slid closer, ignoring the stare of the other inmates' eyes.

"I… I… W-What's your name?" Anna spoke uncertainly as she made space for the girl to sit. The girl opened her mouth, and then shut them, studying Anna's face. Anna gave a small look of annoyance but she let the girl stare. Then Anna caught something in the girl's eyes. Curiosity.

"What is yours?" the girl responded.

"Anna."

The girl raised an eyebrow. "No last name?"

Anna looked at her confusedly. "What do you mean?"

The girl shook her head. "Nothing. My name is Rose."

Finally Rose smiled and Anna returned a thin smile.

"Anna... now that we know each other..." Rose trailed off, looking at Anna.

"You were in the cell with me... why?" Anna spoke softly.

Now all the cellmates attention was taken, and they perked their ears to hear what the young girl had to say. Rose looked uneasily, feeling awkward from the attention. "I don't know really..." Rose finally said.

Anna looked a a little disappointed, but she pushed it aside. "So... you probably wouldn't know why I was there... would you?"

Rose narrowed her eyes, looking closely at Anna then she shook her head slowly. "No... But Van Helsing will probably know."

"V-Van Helsing...?" Anna stuttered, a shiver running down her spine. That was the man's name. And it was not unfamiliar to her. She knew it. She had heard it before.

"Yes. Van Helsing."

Anna looked away from Rose and at the direction of the floor. "W-Who is… he?"

"Unless we get to him, I don't think we'll ever know, Anna."

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