Author: Celtic Authoress PM
Dracula has been haunted by an never ending nightmare about a young girl named Alice, he finds she's real and wants to help her.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Dracula II - Chapters: 3 - Words: 3,889 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 8 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 09-17-11 - Published: 03-22-11 - id: 6842521
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I entered Judas' containment chambers. I sighed, checking the traps to make sure Dracula would not escape.
"Mary?" I jumped at the sudden vocalization, the last time I heard that voice, I was being released from a curse.
"Judas?" I asked. I heard a faint growl emit from the silver coffin.
"Please, Mary, don't call me that." I was so confused, he was… polite.
"I need you to help someone for me," He said, his voice barely audible. "I'm not trying to free myself, but I've been watching over a young girl, she abused, and she's the only person in her home trying to make her life something, and her father keeps pulling her down. I would do something, since I'm locked in this coffin, I'm surprised I can even talk, so could you do this for me?" He asked I huffed, he sounded convincing, but what if this was all a trick to get me away so he could escape.
"Mary, please, I am dead serious." He told me. "Put your hand on the coffin." He told me. I was weary to the idea, but what could he do, so I obliged. A jolt of energy went up my arm, and my world turned into a thick mist and dissolved, Dracula's black clad form materialized beside me. A classroom formed itself around us. Dracula took a step towards a young girl who was asleep.
"Her name is Alice," He lay a hand on her shoulder, she didn't stir. What I saw was a tired young girl, the purplish bags under her closed eyes made the fact she was over worked obvious.
"Why again is she so tired?" I asked the fallen angel by my side.
"The problem is at home." He told me, the classroom dissolved away and in its place was a kitchen, the same young girl was at the stove, making dinner, while younger children ran around the house, screaming. Alice seemed to be on the verge of a mental break down, judging by the look on her face.
"You couldn't be more correct, Mary. Alice needs help, and I feel like I'm the only one who can help her." Dracula told me.
"I used to come to her in her dreams, but I've become too weak to help her, I'm wasting away as we speak, trying to show you Alice, so you can help her. I feel this will be my last deed, and I want it to be a good deed, Mary, help her, please?" He begged, I could say no, the sincerity in his voice was enough to smother me. I swallowed.
"Alright, Dracula, I'll help her." I told him, he smiled weakly.
"Thank you, Mary." He told me, the scene around us dissolved. I sighed, blinking as I was back in the chambers. I couldn't hear Dracula from inside the coffin, had he, truly, passed? I readied myself for the worst, the vampire jumping out at me, fangs unsheathed. I turned the cross, gulping. The face of Dracula was pale and peaceful, I took the cross from under his hands. He opened his eyes.
"What are you doing?" He asked, his voice only a ghost of what it used to be, weak and scratchy.
"My father locked you away for one reason and one reason alone, you were evil, now that you've proved to me that you aren't evil, I can let you go." I told him, he looked at me, the slightest milky haze had started to cloud his eyes.
"Why don't we get you something to drink?" I asked, Dracula sat up, looking up.
I looked up, gazing at Abraham's contraption, spikes… they'd fall if my weight were to disappear. I rolled my eyes, and transported to Mary's side. I screamed and fell as a sharp pain over took my side. I was weak, I shouldn't have done that.
"I…have to…help… Alice." I whispered, steeling my nerves, I stood, holding my side. Mary helped me up to the surface, I was basically crying out in agony with every movement. I snapped at the air with every stab of pain
"FUCKNG HELL!" I yelled and fell, I couldn't move and I didn't want to.
"What is- Mary!" I heard Simon's voice hiss.
"Simon, I know what you're thinking, but Dracula has changed, he wants to help someone." Mary told him. My eyes flicked to Simon to see his reaction but all I saw was a pair of blue eyes and a small four year old's face. I looked at her in confusion; soft feeble hands caressed my face.
"Morgan!" Simon yelled.
"No Simon, calm down, Dracula has changed." Mary told him.
"SO, what makes you think I'm going to let our daughter get near such a monster." Simon hissed, pulling the child away from me. I was glad, blood lust was beginning to take over: strength was begining to pour into my body, I used all of my self control to use it to help me walk. I got up slowly, invisible knives still stabbed my arms and legs.
"SIMON!" Mary yelled, I stood beside her.
"No Mary, he's right, no matter how vigorous he is." I told her. Mary looked at me. I shook my head, going towards the exit, wincing with every step.
"Where are you going?" Simon barked.
"To get something to drink so I don't rip out your throats." I told him.
"How?" He asked, I looked at him wearily.
"I still have my charm, I can get a nurse to sneak me a few bags of blood from the blood bank." I told him. He looked to Mary, who only nodded towards me, I slipped into the late Britain night and made my way to the nearest hospital.
A/N: "FUCKING HELL" is something I stole from Gerry if ya'll watched the special features on DK2.