My first Fanfiction, on the subject of the reanimation of Count Dracula and the possession of Jonathan Harker by a sometimes-harmless, sometimes-hostile Renfield.


"Master, you are stronger yet. Your time shall come, Master!"

"What was that, darling?"

The Harkers strolled down the lane at a leisurely pace, hand in hand. A year had come and gone since the fateful encounter at Borgo pass, and Mina felt that her husband would never be the same. There was a facade behind his charming grin and raised brow, a secret he'd kept, a hidden anxiety. He had murmured something a moment ago, perhaps a sigh of content or some term of endearment.

"Nothing." His lowered eyes betrayed him. "…Why? What did you… what did you hear?"

"Oh, not to worry, I only thought that you called me." She smiled sweetly as if to prove her point. He beamed back, but only for a second, and turned his face away, beginning a soft monologue.

"Tell her, I need to tell her! She'll think I'm insane. Again. She's with child this time, too. I need to remove myself from the situation. I need to go far away, God forbid I hurt our child-"

His whisper suddenly became hoarse and harsh, the tone of a madman almost forgotten…

"Congratulations, Mrs. Harker…"

"Jonathan? Please speak up, I can't hear you."

Jonathan's face drained of its little color. He swayed as if faint, eyes wide but face determined.

"Anything I say will be held against me. Mina, I need you to go home and send for VanHelsing. I'll be staying at Seward's, and don't ask questions."

"I don't understand!"

"Please, Mina, please." His eyes pleaded. "This will be hard for you. I'm a danger to us. All of us. Don't ask me why, I can't kiss you anymore. It will be a while before our lives are normal again."

Some women would persist. How long was a while, how did he mean, what was happening? Mina, however, knew the meaning of his words. She, above all women, had heard this before. Tears welled up in her eyes.

"Just send for VanHelsing. I love you."

He touched his lips, then hers, then her belly as if to say goodbye to the little soul that resided there.

"I love you, Jonathan," Mina whispered. "Whatever it is… you must be brave."

He smiled weakly as a tear rolled down his cheek. They embraced. Jonathan removed his hat and placed it on his wife's head, and turned away to walk down a long and uncertain path alone.


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