DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but the plotline.
NOTE: ok well its been forever…I know…at least for this story. I have a feeling this story will not be updated as quickly as the other Surviving stories.
ALSO: It will jump from person's pov a bit, and some times you will get two different povs on one moment in time. But to the most part its going to remain VD's pov, mostly cause I love that guy! XD
CHAPTER ONE: Awakening
VD
I groaned as I began to come to my senses, which at the moment were rather dim, no doubt due to the hard strike to my head. I scrunched my face as pain pulsated through the gash before I opened my eyes and slowly lifted my head and looked around, though I could see nothing. While my eyes remained momentarily useless I took in my physical being. I was in a standing position, my arms raised above my head, my wrist chained to the wall, my feet resting lazily upon the floor beneath me. I blinked a few times as my vision began to clear and I could see my surroundings. A row of criss crossing iron bars lay before me, no doubt the entrance and exit of this cell. I glanced to my right to see, chained to the other wall a woman, a woman dressed in white sleeping wear. She appeared to still be out of it. I glanced over to a bench that rested on the wall opposite me, and near the bars of the cell. There leaned against the other, was a man, a man in his mid years and a young girl, perhaps she was only sixteen or seventeen. I then looked only slightly to my left to see laying upon the floor, chained only by his wrist a young man out cold, dressed in black slacks, and a white button up shirt, blood staining the sleeve of his right arm. I groaned again closing my eyes and rotating my neck back and forth, the cracking sounds followed by a rush of relief from the stiffness that had plagued me. I hung there, remaining silent, thinking, contemplating what had happened. I knew for a fact that I was unable to escape the binds that held me, for the shackles were maid of silver, painful, not as painful as blessed silver, but it still restrained me. One never thinks of the weaknesses of a vampire until one becomes one. While I hung there I cursed the Countess DeVogagati, that damn woman who seduced me into accepting this curse. For how long I hung listening to the others heart beats and deep breathing I didn't know, but how ever I did know when the woman hung not to far from me awoke, for it was a most unpleasant experience. For when she opened her eyes, looked around, she began screaming. The sound of her yells of no doubt fury ringed in my ears causing me to shudder, the sound of her voice was almost unbearable.
EB
I slowly lifted my head, and blinked to clear my vision before gazing around. My eyes went wide as I spotted where I was. I gritted my teeth before screaming out.
"LET ME OUT! HOW DARE YOU KEEP ME IN HERE! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT!" The only other prisoner chained to the wall seemed to shudder and glare at my sudden out burst, but I paid him no mind, I cared not who he was, I cared not why he was chained to the wall, I just sought revenge on those who imprisoned me.
"GET ME OUT OF THIS DREK USTA!"
VD
'So she speaks Slovenian…'
While she screamed and cursed I was rather surprised I could understand her, I being of Romanian descent, I not only understood the Slovenian she spoke but the English she spoke, both languages I had never studied. Though this confused me I glanced over at the bench. Once she began screaming and shouting and cursing the two humans sitting upon the bench awoke with a start, before the girl let out a yelp and jumped from the man who started and shrug aside as well. The girl quickly stood and ran to the far corner of the cell and coward against the wall, her eyes wide while the man remained on the bench, though plastered to the wall none the less gazing at the screaming woman to my right as if she were possessed by the devil.
MS
I started awake at the sound of shouting of profound words when I realized that I was leaned against a man, I glanced up and let out a yelp of surprise, the man doing the same. I jumped from the bench and quickly plastered myself to the wall in the corner, attempting to stay as far from the man and the screaming woman chained to the wall opposite of me, my eyes wide, heart pounding against my rib cage, mouth hanging slightly open in fear and surprise.
AS
The sound of yelling, shouting and screaming of curses pounded against my ears causing me to awaken with a frightened start when I realized a young woman rested against me, either it was my start or the screaming that awoke her, but she jumped and yelped before quickly scrambling away from me. I gazed at the woman who was screaming.
VD
I gazed down at the young man on the floor to my left, he remained out cold, if it weren't for the sound of his deep breathing or beating heart I would have assumed him dead. I gazed back at the screaming woman before rolling my eyes, my temper peaked.
"Would you shut up you wench!" I snapped causing her to silence herself at once and look at me as if I had slapped her in the face…and I probably would have, if I had use of my hands.
"HOW DARE YOU TALK TO ME THAT WAY!" She spat and I simply narrowed my eyes glaring.
"I'll talk to you any way I damn well please, now shut up! Can't you see you've disturbed the silence, and startled the two over there?" I said, though I really cared not if she disturbed the other two, mostly I cared that she had disturbed me and my train of thought. She went silent, but her face was red and blotched with rage as she glared daggers at me. I snorted before shaking my head, the long strands of black hair falling about my face and swaying lightly.
'What is it about women that makes you want to hate them and love them at the same time?'
Thankfully silence followed for a long while. Though it seemed, that the silence was beginning to burn away at the young girl in the corners nerves, for she fiddle with her fingers and bit her lip as if she prepared to begin a conversation, and yet knew not the words to use.
"Well, it seems I will be the one to break the ice upon this uncomfortable silence." I glanced up, and as if on cue she stepped forward, all of us, whom were not out cold gazed at her. She looked nervous and as if she were about to fall to the floor in a dead faint.
"I do not know why we are here, or even whom has brought us all here, or who at least has brought me here, but, I think it would be only polite if we introduced ourselves."
"Quite right." He older gentleman agreed nodding. She smiled weakly at him still fiddling with her fingers, as she glanced at me, our eyes meeting, my auburn to her blue and I could see her tense at my gaze, and I couldn't help but let a smirk slowly slide across my lips. She blinked and looked away.
"Well, my name is Mary Shelly, and I am seventeen-years-old and am from England. And, all of you?" She asked once she'd introduced herself, looking nervous and no doubt wishing someone else had chosen to break the ice. I glanced back at the man who stood and bowed politely to the young lady before taking her hand.
"I am Abraham Stoker, I to am from London, though I am Irish." Mary smiled.
"Pleasure to meet you, though I wish it were under different circumstances." She stated looking worriedly around the cell as Bram straightened up.
MS
I crossed the floor and gazed down at the still passed out man upon the floor.
"Who is he?" I questioned, more to myself then any one else. I jumped when I got an answer. I blinked and gazed up at the man who's arms were chained above his head and to the wall.
"We don't know, it seems non of us have met before this. Good evening milady, I am Vlad Dracula." He said bowing his head politely as well before gazing back at me. I wasn't sure what it was about him, but something about his eyes seemed to draw me in.
"It is a pleasure to meet you."
VD
I had to admit, she was a very lovely young lady, beautiful and seemed with all of her innocents intact.
"And might who you be milady?" I glanced over to see the man named Stoker requesting the rather annoying woman chained to my right, her name.
"Elizabeth Bathory, Countess of Hungary." She snapped. I cocked an eyebrow.
"My God your vein." She turned sharply to me and glared, I simply gazed at her.
"Do you feel it necessary to introduce yourself as a Countess? Is that, at the moment the most important thing? If so then to you, Countess I introduce myself as Vladislav Dracula, Prince, of Transylvania."
"You, two are royalty?" I turned my attention back to Mary who looked questioningly. I nodded.
"Indeed."
"It seems you are all awake, good." All of us turned our attention towards the door to the cell to see a man standing there, hands clasped behind his back, hidden by a black cloak. Mary gasped and took a step back bumping into me causing her to jump and look at me apologetically before gazing back at the man.
"WHO ARE YOU!? HOW DARE YOU HOLD ME PRISONER!" Elizabeth screamed at the man. I rolled my eyes and groaned.
'To think we had actually gotten her to clam down.'
"Oh, well many used to know me as John, but you may call me Jack."
"What do you want with us?" Bram questioned angrily.
"Me?" Jack questioned, questioning air to his voice.
"I want nothing with you, this after all wasn't my idea. I am simply the helping hand, and not the man you should worry about. Now, just keep quiet, you keep waking the dogs with your yelling." He snapped before turning and walking away. We all remained silent until his tapping foot falls against the stone of the dungeon was long gone. My eyes narrowed. We would need to escape, and find out who has imprisoned us, for he would pay dearly.
Ok, that's the first chapter. Can you guys figure out who Jack is? Remember these are all historic figures, so can you? If you can let me know in a review.