FINALLY! A BRIDE MORE JEALOUS THAN ALEERA! found online :)

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It was a bitter night, with the wind ripping through her fine blond hair as she urged her horse onward. The animal snorted, sweat streaming down his black flanks, his nostrils flared in any attempt to catch the scent of air. The beast fought her every minute of the journey however, not wanting to carry the girl farther than his stable yard. But she had been persistent, using a whip if need be to coax the creature. Screams and shouts of anger reached her ears and the young woman shuddered. She was about twenty years of age, with ice blue eyes and light blond hair. Her attire was that of a long black cloak that draped over her thin shoulders. She also wore a black shirt with dark breeches, her lower legs being covered by riding boots. Trouble was astir this night. The townspeople were restless. It was nights like these when danger was most pronounced to her kind, even though the master would normally be spared from their wrath, for he was the most feared among them. She was late, very late, the master would be furious. He had specifically told her to arrive with him, wanting her help. But now, as an enormous, forbidding castle loomed above her, the girl knew that he was already there. His presence was thick in the air, his scent near smothering her. The horse reared suddenly, a long bolt of lightening streaking through the sky. It hit a large conductor situated on the rooftop of the castle. The electricity crackled and frizzled in the violent air. Suddenly a joyous cry rang through the night. It was clearly discernable, even in the chaos that surrounded her.

"He's alive! He's alive!" the voice sounded on the brink of insanity, completely consumed by it happiness. The girl felt herself swell with delight as well, knowing that the master's will had finally been done. This cry of glee, however, seemed to fuel the townspeople on even more. They broke through the first door with ease, waving torches and every form of weapon imaginable. They pushed with them a large log, sharpened at the end and then, with a mighty cry in unison, it was rammed against the main door. The horse reared once more at this sudden loud noise, this time dislodging her from the saddle. She fell on her right leg, hearing the bone snap as she hit the ground. Her mount looked at her with uncertainty for a moment as he observed her lying there quite calmly. Then he bolted, his tail uplifted, his eyes wild with an unknown madness. The woman shrugged and looked down at her injured leg. Then, with an equally loud snap, she pushed the bone back into place and stood as though nothing had happened. She then turned her gaze back to the horse, who was bucking and kicking fiercely, trying to rid himself of the saddle. She shrugged and left him to his insanity, walking off composedly to join the mob. The girl remained on the outskirts of the riot, watching with a quiet curiosity at their stupidity. They would never catch her master and as for Doctor Frankenstein, well he was expendable now. There was no way for her to reach the master now, the mob blocked the entrance and even attempting to enter would be her own death sentence. The woman sighed softly and brushed the dirt off her cloak. It had been so long since she had last seen the master, a few months in fact. She had been on an errand for him in London and because she was not as well known as the other brides, he could easily deploy her to any part of the globe that he wished to. It was also because of this, that he strictly forbade her from flying in the sight of humans. He wanted her to remain a secret, his precious treasure, an unknown vampire. She could walk among the crowds, blend in, her face was not recognizable, not yet, anyhow. Sometimes she felt a great resentment towards his rules, wishing she could fly instead of using the means of transport reserved for the living. But then again, she did not want to anger him, she felt too dearly towards him for that. The girl let her gaze travel up to the one lit room in the castle, which was where her master now stood, so close, she thought, yet so far away.

Dracula paced the crooked rafters in the laboratory. She was late! Where could she have gotten to? But then again he had condemned her to less speedy means of travel, so her delay was expected. He sighed as he watched Doctor Frankenstein rush around the large room. The man was nearing hysteria, not that he cared. Time was of the essence however, he could no longer wait for her help. The Count leapt down from the rafters and in an instant was in front of Frankenstein. He slammed the lid of the good doctor's trunk shut.

"No Victor," he replied softly. "The time has come for me to take command of him."

The crowd was growing wilder and the girl stepped further into the shadows. If anyone made a connection and recognized her for what she was, death would be close by. Suddenly, a door burst open and from it emerged a large, monstrous creature, carrying in his arms the deceased Doctor Frankenstein. The woman immediately saw the bite on the dead man's neck and knew that the master had killed him. The large monster ran off, limping as he moved, trying to put as much distance between him and the crowd.

"Frankenstein! He's created a monster!" someone screamed. The mob surged forward and chased the creature.

"Look! It's headed for the windmill!" another cried. She could do nothing but run with them and watch in desperate horror as the beast moved inside of the wooden windmill, climbing the stairs until it emerged on top.

"Burn it!" and torches flew, casting an eerie glow in the night's air. The smell of burning wood reached her nose and she stood, completely lost in a sea of horrible faces, faces that would just as soon stake her in the heart the second they found out her true identity.

"Why?" the monster bellowed down at them suddenly. Tears were streaming down his face as he clutched to the body of his creator. The woman was overcome with sorrow. But not with sorrow for the creature, sorrow for her own loss, her master's loss. There was nothing that she could do nothing at all. Her heart ached for the master. Tears streamed down her face and reflected off the burning windmill. Then someone screamed, a different scream, one of pure terror. A gust of air played across her face and her hair streamed out behind her.

"Vampires! Run for your lives!" the crowd was shouting. And they ran, pushing past her in their attempt to flee. She would have been knocked to the ground had she not stood firmly against the wave that was their horror. She bowed her head as the monster fell through the floor, crashing into the fiery abyss that once was the windmill. The sound of feet hitting the ground gently was heard behind, but she stood still, letting the master approach her.

"No!" he cried, she could feel his pain. Marishka, Aleera and Verona wailed behind them. Normally the girl despised them, but now she felt akin in their grief.

"Master," she whispered softly as she finally turned to face him. He reached out and enveloped her in his cloak.

"Vela," he murmured her name quietly. Together they watched the building collapse along with their

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WHY DOES IT END WITH THIER

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it was supposed to end with their hope. But it pasted wrong! LOL

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HUHUHUHHUHUHUHUHU!!??

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Waht's with the
HUHUHUHHUHUHUHUHU!!??

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NOTHING REALLY . ITS WHEN I DONT KNOW WHAT TO SAY

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OOOOOOOH.

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YEAAAAAHH

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