Author: The Lonely Padawan PM
Dracula has escaped Mary and Simon, and now searches for another soul belonging to him. Meanwhile, as Anna nears her sixteenth birthday, strange things are happening to her... She's extremely photosensitive and hates garlic. What's going on? EG's titleRated: Fiction T - English - Horror/Romance - Dracula - Chapters: 10 - Words: 12,189 - Reviews: 30 - Favs: 23 - Follows: 10 - Updated: 12-30-10 - Published: 10-09-10 - Status: Complete - id: 6384585
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Onyxx: So, the vote is unanimous! Connor is a snack. Curse you people, I wanted him to just die and be done with it. Anyways, no, he's not dead.
Dracula: Poo. You guys take all the fun out of it.
Onyxx: If this isn't what you meant, then, well, at least it'll be comical. =D
Anna looked up at Dracula, smiling, as they stood at the top of a tower, staring at the moon. This was where her dreams had taken place.
Dracula held her hand, turning to her. "This place is where I first came to you in dreams. It is fitting that another important thing takes place here." He took her hand, placing it over his heart, and put his hand over hers. "It is fitting that we should be made one here, that we should unify ourselves once and for all."
Anna looked into his eyes, seeing only pure love in his gaze, and smiled at him.
He pressed his forehead to hers. "Anna... Anastasie... my princess... my queen..."
She closed her eyes, her other hand over his, still pressed to the place above where her heart beat. "I love you," she whispered, the wind caressing her skin gently.
"I love you, too," he whispered. "You are my queen, my love. Let us become one, with only the moon and stars as witnesses. We will be together forever, in secret. We will stay in the world of shadow and exist only in fairytales."
"The lonely king and his long-awaited queen," she whispered, agreeing.
"And I have waited for you, a very long time." He smiled softly. "Anastasie, I—"
"Don't move, or I'll push you off the turret," a voice said. They whirled to see Mr. Harker—Quincey—and two others, a man and a woman. "This is where it ends, Judas." Quincey's blue eyes were cold and hard as steel. "This is where Anna gets her life back, and where I avenge my father. Mary's father. The countless dead from the centuries that cry outrage at you still living off their blood. Their children's blood."
Dracula shook his head at Quincey. "Quincey..." he said softly, looking into the boy's eyes.
Quincey growled, suddenly appearing right before Dracula with a stake at his chest. "It's over," he hissed. "I'm not Quincey Harker anymore."
"You never were," Dracula said softly, remorse covering his features. He looked at Anna, petrified with terror, then at the woman nodding to the latter. "Take her," he said softly. "Don't let her see this, Mary."
The woman, Mary, gently grabbed Anna and tried to pull her away. That was when the fear and rage kicked in. It took both Mary and the man, Simon, to pull her way, kicking and screaming, tears falling down her face.
It couldn't end like this. It wasn't fair.
"No!" she screamed, sobbing. "No! It's not fair! It's not fair! Please! Don't, please!"
"He killed himself," Dracula whispered, closing his eyes and shaking his head.
"It was your fault nonetheless! If you'd left my mother alone—"
Dracula sighed, then looked at Quincey. "I am sorry," he whispered, a tear falling down his cheek. "I'm sorry, Quincey."
Quincey looked into his eyes, trying to fight away the warm feeling in his chest and the tightness in his throat. He blinked, then shook his head. "You don't mean that."
"I do," Dracula said softly, putting a hand on his son's shoulder. "I am sorry. I ask only for your forgiveness, my son. I ask that you forgive me for everything I've ever done."
"God can't even forgive you, what makes you think I can?" He kept his tone clipped and spiteful, but he regretted saying those words.
Dracula chuckled mirthlessly. "Perhaps you are right, Quincey." He sighed, closing his eyes. "Then kill me. Do it, Quincey."
He looked at the stake, then at the man that was the cause of all the misery in his life. Why didn't he just end it now?
Kill him. He's evil. Cruel, viscious, ruthless. He's a monster.
He's a man looking for forgiveness... He's no different than me.
He's a demon.
He's my father.
Why didn't he do it?
Because he forgave him.
Quincey dropped the stake, then wrapped his arms around Dracula. "Father," he whispered, tears streaming down his face. He whimpered, hugging him tightly.
Dracula put his arms around his son gently, then sighed.
A moment later, they jumped away, feeling something happening inside them they couldn't explain. Dracula looked at his hands as they sickly white changed to a darker color, his natural tone. Quincey's own skin became less pale, and they looked at each other in shock as their fangs shrank back into their gums—quite painfully, as the teeth continued to change and reshape. Quincey's eyes flashed to a white-blue, then back to the original color as he continued to change.
"What's happening?" they said in unison.
She looked at her hands, then at Mary. "What... what's going on?"
"You're human again," the man—Simon—said. "Something's happened. Quincey's killed him."
Anna's eyes widened and filled with tears. "Wh-what?" She stood and ran back up the stairs.
She was met with the two men staring at each other in shock.
Mary was behind her, and she ran over to Quincey. "What happened? Quincey, you're... you're human again!"
"It wasn't God that needed to forgive you," Quincey said, looking at Dracula. "It... it was me!"
"I think we had to forgive each other for past sins," Dracula said softly. "You had to forgive yourself for being what you are."
Anna ran over to Dracula and wrapped her arms around him. "Is it over?" she whispered.
He smiled and held her close. "It's over," he whispered.
A familiar voice groaned from the doorway, and Anna turned around, incredulous.
"Can we all go home now?" Connor said, rubbing the back of his head. "I've been stuck in a dungeon for the past two months! He said something about saving me for a snack." He pointed accusingly at Dracula.
They all laughed, and Simon patted Connor on the shoulder. "Don't worry, mate," he said. "You won't remember a thing." He hit him in the head with the metal shotgun, and he fell unconscious.
Mary punched him in the arm. "You're carrying him down the stairs!"
Three years later
Anna dumped Jude's laundry in a basket and carried it to the laundry room on her hip, nearly tripping over Luna, the cat. A soft giggle came from the other room, and she smiled when she saw him with their young son, whom they'd named Jonathan Abraham.
"Be careful, don't let him get hurt," she called.
Jude laughed. "Hurt? Princess, I have no idea what you're talking about."
Being human, Dracula needed an identity. Now, he was Jude Caulard (an anagram of Dracula), and Anna was his wife.
Quincey and Mary settled down and now had a daughter, named Matilda Rose Wilhelmina Harker. (Like the Heath Ledger reference there? =3) Simon had been named the godfather.
Anna never found out what happened to Yargerburgerblah. All she knew was that he had no idea where he'd been the two months he was missing, and that he didn't make it into pro baseball.
She neglected the laundry to sit down on the couch with Jude and Jonathan. She smiled, looking into his eyes. He'd seen the world grow and change, watched it turn while he stood still.
Now he turned with it. He was growing and changing, though his face didn't show it. He was still just as beautiful as he'd always been.
Anna smiled, then took his hand. Jonathan rested against his chest.
This was how it had been meant to be.