It had been years since Buffy had dreamed regularly of her past lives. Most days, she forgot she'd ever been anyone else at all.

Real fairytales, the old ones with truth in their bones and the shadows of madness in their blood, are not happy stories. This is the tale of a Girl and her Soldier, from the bloody mountains of medieval Wallachia to the busy streets of Washington DC and beyond.

After his life was all but destroyed, his wife dead and his son no longer safe with him. He thought it was over, that he would find peace in the afterlife even in Hell, but that wasn't to be, thanks to Renfield and Van Hellsing.

A story I wrote when I was too young to know it sucked. Will probably be rewritten in future, under a different premise and not nearly as romance centered. Do yourself a favour and don't read.