AN: Ok..so...kind of in a depressed mood right now because my mom decided to yell at me and make me cry and feel like shit. So, yeah. This isn't going to be a nice chapter. Bottom line..the Character Guillotine is back! Breif Chapter, forgive me my lovelies.

Chapter 32: Predator and Prey

Hermione watched as Marishka soared into the sky.

Must be for errands or to satisfy her appetite...she thought. They had recently relocated to Budapest for two reasons. The first was that the yearly Halloween Masquerade Ball was coming up. The second was that Dracula thought Hermione needed a change in scenery.

Hermione thought that Budapest was lovely, and not as dreary as Castle Dracula. She watched the stars. They were enchanting and breathtaking.

(Tranisiton)

"Master...you beckoned.." Dracula was once again by the fireplace.

"I fear that your remaining Bride may not be able to get herself out of trouble tonight. Go to her...

"What about Hermione?"

"Th last of the Dragomirs trusts you. If she hasn't by now, then she is foolish."

Satan was right. What he didn't know what Hermione wanted more than to just trust him.

Dracula nodded once in agreement. "Thank you, Master..."

He departed to find Marishka.

(Transition)

In the town square, Marishka chose to cause some chaos by going on a feeding frenzy. She zoomed across Budapest, preying on the mortals. Their screams thrilled the vampiress. She drained the blood out of a twenty year old man, shortly after toying with the mortal. She then set her eyes on a woman who had a black cloak on, and a black outfit that tightly hugged her curves. With her was a dirty looking person, quivering in fear.

"Why Is she standing still?" Marishka whispered.

Dracula finally caught up to his remaining bride. "Go home, Marishka..."

She ignored him, following the scent of the quivering person.

She landed gracefully, and brushed herself off.

"Too bad. So Sad..." she cooed mockingly, lunging for the other person. Dracula swooped down.

"Marishka! NO!' he could see through the cloak. The Heartbeat of Bellatrix Lestrange was unusually steady. The prisoner she brought died within a matter of minutes, thanks to Marishka.

Bellatrix quickly shoved a stake into Dracula, causing him to cry out in pain. She knew it wouldn't kill the son of the devil, but she needed to distract him. He was on his knees.

Marishka finally looked up, licking her lips. All the other villagers were inside. The three of them were left in the town square. Dracula slowly took the silver stake out of him, and rose up.

"Hmmph..." Bellatrix smirked wickedly. "It's interesting...how predators such as yourselves...become the prey in the matter of moments..."

Marishka looked at Bellatrix, yearning fr her blood.

"Your blood will make me beautiful, what do you think of that?" she purred, flying into Bellatrix. It was only her fatal mistake. Bellatrix grabbed a stake, and stabbed it through Marishka, who soon turned into dust.

"MARISHKA!!!!" Dracula cried in agony. His roar could be heard throughout Budapest.

(Transition)

"MARISHKA!" a cry was heard. Hermione knew it could only be one person who could make such a cry. Count Dracula.

Hermione couldn't help but shed a tear. Not for just Marishka, but for the loss of all the brides.

(Transition)

Dracula then used an invisible force to stop the movement of Bellatrix Lestrange. She tried to break it, but couldn't.

"Interesting..." he mocked with his gorgeous Romanian accent. "It seems that you have become my prey..."

He used the invisible force to bring Bellatrix towards him. It wasn't long before his teeth sank into her neck. She let out a loud grunt as his pearly whites dug into her skin, and drank her blood. Bellatrix was a goner for sure.

AN: Please Read and Review. Chapter 33 up ASAP. All of this had to be done in order to make the story progress.