Found online. Really cool. {i was too lazy to think of a title for this post}

[the_mean_admin]

Past

It had been days since Marishka had been murdered by Van Helsing and his crossbow. If only she had not played with her food, if only she had done her job quicker, then maybe just maybe she would still be alive to that day, but the fact of the matter she wasn’t and Dracula had finally decided that it was time for pay back. It was time for Van Helsing to feel the pain of loss. Dracula moved out onto the stone balcony, his hands slowly running over the railing of the balcony.

“...Gabriel, you shall long feel the pain of loss.” A low growl could be heard in his throat. As he lunged himself off from the balcony, and he immediately morphed into his winged form. His wings beat hard against the wind that seemed against him that eve. Although a simple storm would not stop him, he had nothing to fear, nothing to lose unlike Van Helsing.

Meanwhile away in the village Kinyan carried a brown paper covered package under her arm, she seemed headed towards her small cottage that rested at the very end of the cottages. Her dark hair blew about her face viciously but she didn’t mind it.

“The wind has it’s own mind tonight.” She spoke silently to herself, as she came upon her house. She gently pushed open the door, as it blew in hard against the wall.

“Damnit..” She muttered under her breath, as she walked into her house, and forced the door shut. As she turned back around, she laid her back against the door. Her dark eyes searched over the pitch black house, which was only lit up by the flash of lightning here and there. She was alone, it had been days since her younger sister Aleera was created into the monster she now was. A sigh escaped her lips, as she moved forward through the darkness, she gently laid the package on the table in front of her. As she leaned over the table a shriek could be heard but she ignored it as a simple wolf attacking someone’s livestock. She grabbed a candle and lit it, as the light let off a light glow in front of her face.

Dracula had been tracking Kinyan since she left the pub, he knew Van Helsing would not come to her house until later on. His brides had made sure of that, he loved having those to do his bidding at the snap of a finger. He gracefully landed before her door, as he turned his head to hear the shriek coming from off in the distance. It was his brides attacking Helsing, he could only hope that they would not end up like Marishka. He turned his head back around, as he opened the door, letting the wind push it open with full force.

She heard the door open, as she thought it might be Gabriel. “Gabriel...” She turned her head around, as she was met with Dracula.

A smirk grew over his face, as he moved closer to her. He knew he had caught her off guard. “So sorry but Gabriel couldn’t make it.” He made his way further into the house, the wind blowing out the candle that she still held in her hand.

As much as the fear she felt inside her heart she refused to let it show, or give in to it for that matter. Her eyes turned into a cold glare, as she stood back against the table. She already knew she had no chance to kill Dracula, since he was indestructible at that point. The only thing she could hold onto was the hope that Gabriel would return soon enough.

“What do you want? Haven’t you already taken enough from me? Or must you take more to fill your evil appetite?”

‘She reeks of fear, I can sense it’ He thought to himself, as he moved closer. He wanted to prolong her pain for as long as he could but it would be better to take her life just in time to show off his little present to Helsing.

“I am never full my dear, but this time I come to take something from Helsing not you.” He soon came to stand in front of Kinyan. Her heart beat louder with each step he had taken, she was scared now, good just what he wanted.

Every single word that came from his mouth seemed to bore into her. As he stood in front of her, she slammed her hands to the table behind her. Her knuckles turning white from the pressure applied to them.

“Stay away from me, keep your filthy hands off me, or I’ll..”

“You’ll what? kill me?” He spoke in a sarcastic tone. He quickly slammed his hands over the sides of his arms, as he brought her against his body.

She shook as he brought her against his chest hard, his hands digging into her upper arms. She tried desperately to break free from his grip but it was impossible, she was not strong enough to fight him.

“LET ME GO!” She screamed, her voice quivered in a fear she would not show.

“If I let you go then I would have no present for Gabriel.” He smirked. He opened his mouth, as his fangs grew larger.

Her eyes grew wider, as her mouth gapped a little. “GABRIEL! HELP ME!” She screamed louder, she knew what was coming.

Her screaming only enticed him. As he dug his fangs deep into her neck. Her blood flowed deeply from her neck, as he drank it down. The warmth felt good going down his throat, as he clung tighter to her now going limp body. Her eyes fluttered as she felt her life going from her body, she realized she was revenge from Dracula and nothing more. He slowly removed his fangs from her throat, as he felt that she was an inch from death. He slowly opened his shirt a little, as he drug his nail across his chest. A small cut showing up, as the blood gently trickled down his chest.

“Now drink and become one of my brides...Drink and become Gabriels hell.” He smirked, as he brought her head up to his chest, moving her mouth over the wound and forcing the blood down her throat. She tried so hard to move away from him, but now she had no strength left to do so. He leaned his head up, as he felt her body becoming one of his own. Slowly her features began to take on a paler tint, as she felt her body becoming renewed through his blood.

“That is enough for now, your lover shall wish to see this.” He buttoned up his shirt, as he brought his arm under her legs, and his other around her back as he picked her up. The blood trickling down the corner of her mouth to her chest. He slowly turned around, as he saw Helsing standing in the doorway, his mouth opened in fear. His eyes slowly traveled down from Dracula onto Kinyan, he could see the blood coming from her mouth as he knew she would become one of his brides. Dracula simply smirked to him, as he held tightly onto Kinyan’s body.

“Hello Gabriel, I have yet to introduce you to my new bride. I believe you know her, Kinyan...She will become a very strong bride of mine, I am sure of it. To bad we must cut our visit short, till another time. Fair well.” He quickly morphed into his winged form, as he jumped high up through the roof. His wings beating rapidly, as he headed back towards his castle. Aleera and Verona soon joined beside him, they were not quite happy at the fact of another bride to fight attention over but they dared not speak out against their master.

Gabriel just stood in the doorway, as bits of the roof traveled down throughout the tavern. He was still stunned by what he had just seen, but more so from what he had to do now.

“...Kinyan...Forgive me.” His head hung down, as his hands clenched tightly into fists. He could hear the voices of the villagers coming down the street, as the headed towards where all the commotion had just occurred. He knew somehow he would be to blame for all of this, so he swiftly made his way away from the house and into the forest. Slowly it began to rain, but he remained there in the forest still. Letting himself get drenched to the bone.

Present

Gabriel dug his fangs deep into Dracula’s neck, as he moved back watching with pleasure as he burned away into ash. Although his body was that of a werewolf he knew that right now Kinyan and any other of his creatures were now dying along with their maker. He turned as he heard someone come in the room, it was Anna. She held the antidote high in the air, as she ran towards him. As much as he wished to stop the instincts of the werewolf wouldn’t let him. He ran towards Anna and pounced upon her, pushing her back onto a chair. With her last strength she shoved the needle into his stomach, as she then died. Carl came into the room, as he ran towards Helsing, the silver stake in his hand.

“God forgive me..” He spoke, his voice quivering for what he was about to do. Then as he raised his hand to shove the stake through Helsing, his hand was grabbed by the Helsing. A growl escaped his throat, as his features softened. He looked down to the needle sticking out of his stomach and then back to Carl, as he pulled it out. As Helsing turned Carl could see Anna laying on the chair, her eyes open and her body lifeless.

“She’s dead.” He backed away, as his eyes were fixed onto Anna’s dead body.

Helsing slowly leant down as he picked up Anna’s body in his arms. He let out a howl, as he slowly began to morph into his human form. He laid his head on her neck, as he cried silently. This was now twice that Dracula had taken someone he loved from him, it seemed like he would never get a chance to be with those he loved. Slowly he brought his arms under her legs, and around her back as he carried her out of the room. Carl followed closely behind, tears streaming down his own face.

Kinyan landed down beside Dracula’s ash’s. Her body felt as if she was being torn apart, she knew she was dying but slower then the children he had tried to create with his other brides. She quickly grabbed up a handful of his ash, as she swallowed it down. It left a burning feeling down her throat but that was better the dying. Soon enough her body felt normal, but still vampric. She took up another handful as she placed it in a locket around her neck.

“Now I can live my life in peace, and without his command.” She spoke aloud to herself, she thought she was alone but was wrong. Aleera slowly stepped out of the shadows, the stake still inside her body. She quickly ran over as she took up a handful of his ash’s and swallowed it down. She pulled the stake from her body, as she let out a shriek from the pain. Kinyan eyed her warily, as she growled lowly in her throat.

“I guess I was wrong.” She placed her hands to her sides, as she backed away from Aleera. “You were staked, why did you not die?”

Her wound had no healed over, as she grabbed another handful of ash and placed it in a bracelet around her right wrist. She simply looked up to Kinyan, as she gave her a evil smirk.

“Tonight I took some of my masters blood while he slept and placed it a leather pouch around my ankle.” Sure enough, as she lifted up her skit a bit it showed a leather pouch hanging from her ankle. It was heavy with the blood the hung inside of it.

“I don’t know how, but somehow it protected me. Either way I am alive and well, to bad that my master is dead. I would have his undivided attention now...Well except for you.” She looked up to Kinyan, as she glared deeply into her eyes.

“I never wanted him, he took my own life out of revenge. Now I am free, leave me alone or the next time I see you I shall end your life, and this time you won’t have his ash’s to save you.” She jumped high up into the rafters, as she morphed into her winged form and jumped down heading out the already broken window courtesy of Dracula. Aleera simply watched as she left, she was now alone and could do what she had been waiting to do. She moved through the room, as she grabbed a container that had fallen down due to the fight between her master and Helsing. She quickly swept up the ash’s into the container, as she took off the leather pouch around her ankle.

“You shall help me bring back my beloved master, and I shall become his one and only love.” She glanced around the room, as if someone was watching her. She had for to long had to watch over her shoulder, for fear that her sister might attack her but now she did not. Kinyan wouldn’t dare to attack her now, and definitely now that she would bring her master back. She morphed into her winged form, as she jumped into the air and out of the broken window. Her arms clung tightly to the container under her arms, she would not take any chances now. Her wings beat rapidly as the wind belted down upon her, her red hair blowing back behind her. She had decided to make her way to Frankenstine’s house, but instead she would use his son to do her bidding. Slowly she landed on his doorstep, as she slammed open the locked door. His son had been sitting beside the fire reading a journal his father had kept before he had been murdered by the Transylvanian people. As he saw the door open, he stood up quickly and grabbed the riffle that he kept over the fireplace. He held it up, as he watched to see a beautiful woman who was drenched from head to toe by the rain.

“Wh..Who are you?” His voice quivered slightly from being startled by this intrusion.

She smiled to him. “I am Aleera, I am the bride of my master Dracula, the one your father served until his passing.”

“What do you want?” He knew of Dracula, his father had spoken and written about him. Dracula was a man who had believed in his fathers work and had given him all he needed to complete it.

“I need you to bring my master back to life...He was murdered, and here I carry his ash’s under my arm. I shall give you anything you wish, but you must complete this.” She spoke in a light tone, but it became harsher with each word she spoke.

He glared at her, but it was only to hide his fear. “I refuse to ever do yours or his bidding ever...Now leave or I shall kill you.” His voice quivered lightly with fear.

She glared straight into his eyes, she had never been refused before. She placed the container onto the ground, as she quickly morphed before his eyes into her winged form. She moved towards him, as she grabbed the gun from his hands and threw it aside. She dug her claws deep into the sides of his arms, as she threw him back against the wall hard. A painting that hung on the wall shook and fell to the ground, as she threw him against the wall. He stared up at her in fear, he moved his arms in front of his face for self defense.

“Now will you do my bidding or shall I kill you?” She spoke in a slight hiss, as she stared down at him.

“..I...I..I’l..” His voice quivered and shook.

By now she was quite aggravated and did not wish to waste any more time. “WELL!” She screamed down at him.

“YES!” He screamed back to her, as he shook.

A smirk grew over her lips, as she morphed back into her human form. “Good, we shall begin tomorrow...And do not try to run away, or I will find you.” She ran her nail down the side of his face, as she turned and moved back towards the container. She snatched it up, as she quickly morphed and jumped out into the night. She would bring her back her master, and the world would know fear.

“Time my master, time.”

[BTVS01]

THAT WAS KIND OF WIERD . WHO THE HECK IS KENYA

[the_mean_admin]

*shrugs*
I wish I knew. I admit it was a littl weird.

[BTVS01]

WHAT IS SHE IN AUSTRAILIA !??

[the_mean_admin]

Kenya's not in australia you FOOL! It's in AFRICA!!!!!

[BTVS01]

STILL, SHES A PLACE

[the_mean_admin]

Yes, she is a place.

[BTVS01]

BUT WASNT SHE ALEERA'S OLDER SISTER OR SOMETHING

[the_mean_admin]

You know, I have NO idea. *scratches head*

[BTVS01]

I THINK IT SAYS THAT SOMEWHERE

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