FicWad

I love this story and i really wanted to continue it. some great lines and quotes. but the dates are all screwy

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Dracula stepped out of the carriage and took a deep breath as he shouldered his bag; the bag containing the book.
“Ahh, such a wonderful sent, all this” he took in another breath “All this…blood”
Helsing stepped out after him, observing the vampire. He was no longer wearing his strange black robes but the normal British wear. He was freakishly tall, having to duck to get into any doorway. His eyes were red but hidden behind long, unkempt black hair. Dracula turned to Helsing and grinned
“This is going to be fun”
“I've done told you, I don't want you following me around”
“I never really planned to.”
Dracula stepped aside, allowing Helsing to close the carriage door. They had only small bags, which Helsing carried. Dracula stared up as rain began to fall. The whole town was loud and it hurt his sensitive ears, but the smells made up for that. Smoke billowed out of almost everything as people shuffled along the street. Dracula would have liked to snack on a near by woman but Helsing started forward into the large stone building in front of them. Dracula grinned, thinking of all the possibilities this place offered him.
“Come on”
Dracula took three steps and was inside the building without even touching the door. Helsing entered behind him and almost ran into him.
“You have to stop doing that. Appearing and disappearing. It's not natural”
But Dracula wasn't listening to him, nor was he observing the small foyer and stairs. He had his left ear cocked to the upper floors with his eyes closed.
“What is it?”
Helsing was starting to get nervous
“I'm not the only vampire here”
“What?! I thought…”
“It's…Crina”
Just then a young woman with flowing blonde hair and red eyes appeared at the top of the steps.
“Hello Vladimir”
Dracula narrowed his eyes
“What are you doing here Crina?”
“I live here, or lived here. I just got done packing”
She took a few steps down and stopped. She shifted her eyes to Abraham.
“Who’s this? You’re not keeping their company… are you?”
Dracula furrowed his brow, clearly disturbed by Crina’s arrival
“What is it to you?”
“Indeed you are right, does he know?”
Helsing kept silent, looking past the woman. He had a bad feeling about her
“What does it matter? Get lost”
“Where is your father Vladimir?”
“Dead”
The woman took a few more steps
“Dead? I thought he was unkillable, like you and me”
“Well, we were wrong, so be careful.”
“I see”
Crina disappeared and reappeared at the door, behind Dracula
“You should be careful Vladimir, something's…. Coming”
With that Crina left, leaving only the scent of her lilac perfume.
“Dumb hag”
Dracula gestured with his hand to the stairs
“After you”
**
Abraham dared not to ask about the strange woman. The sight of the woman clearly agitated Dracula and the last thing he wanted was a sadistic vampire aiming his annoyance at him. So they sat in silence in Helsing’s small apartment. He had everything moved from his place in Amsterdam to this old place. Dracula had a room to himself as well as his own bathroom. The small sitting area had three soft chairs, a stove, and an icebox. Each room had a single bed and dresser. The walls were painted a dark blue and the carpet was a nasty brown. But it would have to do.
Dracula was sitting on a window seat staring out at the bustling street. He wasn't breathing but Helsing wasn’t bothered. Dracula had often quit breathing on the trip here and completely froze too, looking quite dead. Helsing sighed as he sat on one of the chairs. He let his mind wonder about the last few weeks. Doing this brought of a heavy sleep. By the time he woke up it was very late. He went around and lit the lambs and when he saw the window his breath hitched. Dracula wasn’t there. He checked both the rooms: no vampire. Helsing swore as he grabbed his coat and ran out the door. He had no idea where the creature had gone but he had to find him.
**
Dracula walked done the street, head angled down. His black hair hung in his face; it was extremely out of fashion in this strange new world. Helsing had a hard time finding modern clothes that fit his size. He knew he stood around 8ft; again out of fashion. A woman bumped into him but after looking at his eyes quickly walked away. He wasn’t in the mood to eat.
The rain picked up and he sighed. He caught a whiff of a lilac and stopped. Crina’s blonde hair disappeared behind a corner, making his heart stop… that is if it was beating. He picked up speed and turned the corner. He saw the blonde hair down the road and ran after it. The scent of lilac was strong now as he got closer. Crina turned her head to him and smiled. She walked into a building and Dracula flashed to the location, freaking out the people around him. He walked straight threw the door without opening it, looking around for Crina. But he caught sent of death mixed with lilac. He took a step forward and his foot squished down on something. He looked down to see a large puddle of red. He breathed in and frowned; something didn’t smell right. He walked right threw the blood and up the nearby stairs, following his nose. When he opened the nearest door he lurched back. The room was covered in blood, bodies, and flies. Dracula frowned
“I would have never been this messy… or at least I would have cleaned up”
He saw movement in corner and took a step inside. The black blob in the corner darted at him and he caught it by the throat. It was a female with brown hair; blood stained her clothes and face. The girl tore at his hand and he smiled
“Who left you alive?”
He snapped the girl’s neck, completely severing the head from the body. Blood stained the floor, as well as his shoes and pants. He dropped both and stepped out. Whoever had attacked these people was careless.
Dracula headed down the hallway coming across more blood filled rooms. He reached the last room and the door opened on its own. Crina stood behind it smiling. Her fangs were stained with blood.
“Welcome Vladimir, aren't you hungry?”
“What have you done Crina?”
“I got hungry”
“I don't care about that. Why did you leave that girl alive?”
“Why not?”
“What's gotten into you Crina? You and I both know that we can’t go creating vampires. Do you know what would happen if they began to populate?”
Crina’s eyes widened and she grinned, too large for her face.
“Of course I know! Our kind would rule the world Dracula! You and I can become king and queen! The world is at out finger tips.”
Dracula took a step back but heard hissing behind him. Several VM kinds of vampires stood behind him, drooling, looking insane.
“What have you done Crina?”
“I’M TAKING OVER THE WORLD!!!”
Dracula crouched
“I can't let you do that”
Dracula launched at Crina, knocking her back into the room. She tore at his throat but he dug his claws into her arm. He grinned as he ripped it off and brought it back down, hitting her in the head with her own arm. She screamed in agony. Dracula was about to sever her head when several of the undead leapt onto his back. He killed several just by touching them
“FOOLS! I am your king”
Dracula surrounded himself with the black murk and it swallowed the creatures, bursting them into bloody pulps on the floor. A mist filled the room, hiding Dracula from sight. Crina was too busy reattaching her arm to care that her soldiers were getting slaughtered just from touching the mist. The very mist that she sat in
“You are inferior compared to me Crina”
The room went strangely silent. Crina cowered in the corner, fear burning in her head. A floor bored creaked to her left but the wolf came from the right. It was large and black, eyes blending in with the fur. His jaws snapped around Crina’s neck and she screamed. Dracula’s voice came from somewhere behind the wolf
“Farewell Crina”
The wolf ripped Crina’s head clean off her shoulders as the mist cleared. Dracula pulled his hair back out of his face and licked a drop of blood of his finger.
“What have you done!?”
Dracula slowly turned to see Helsing standing in the doorway, swaying; looking pale at all the blood. Dracula held up his hands with an eyebrow cocked and large eyes mocking innocence. Dracula glanced at his hands and on a second thought hid them behind his back.
“Before you go all vampire hunter on me, let me say this; it wasn’t me. This was Crina’s doing.”
Helsing looked at the wolf, which walked back to Dracula. Dracula extended his hand and as the wolf’s nose touched it, it melted into black goo which disappeared up Dracula’s sleeve. Crina’s body was a bloody mass in the corner.
“Is she dead?”
“I don't think so”
“But she doesn’t have a head!”
Dracula shook his head
“She’ll be back. She's a Moroi like me so she's not dead. It will just take her longer to come back.”
“Can't we burn her or something?”
Dracula chuckled
“Her ashes would just come back together, but I might have an idea”
Dracula looked at the body and it burst into flames. Helsing sighed
“Talk about a killer stares”
The fire went out, leaving ashes.
**
Dracula had just finished bagging the last bit of ash by the time the sun rose. He had not only burned Crina’s body but all the dead as well. Dracula hefted the bags up onto a wagon and headed out. He turned to Helsing
“Come, I'm going to torch this place”
Helsing had tears in his eyes as he got up from the floor. He followed Dracula out, trying not to step in the blood. No one was outside and Dracula turned towards the building. He held his arms out and closed his eyes. When he opened them they glowed in the dim light. His hair blew out and a black murk surrounded him. The building, even though it was stone, went up in flames. Dracula started off down the road, heading for the Thames, with Helsing in his wake.
“She… did all that? Is that what your kind are capable of?”
Dracula simply nodded. He had done more than that in just one night, all with his bare hands.
“Don't beat yourself up over it Helsing, you could do nothing.”
“I could of! I could have killed her, stopped her, and gave my life to save them…”
Dracula whirled on Helsing, grapping him by the collar
“If you wish to die then I can kill you right now! You are not to blame for the thousands I've killed, or any other dead! We all have to bare the burden given to us by God, not anyone else's. This is Crina’s sin. Not mine, not yours.”
Dracula went back to walking leaving Helsing alone on the street. Helsing crumbled to the ground in tears as the sun rose higher.
Dracula reached the river and sighed. He sat on the bank feeling heaviness on his shoulders as he chuckled a hollow laugh
“Look at me father, I now can feel the weight of guilt, that’s not even my own! Foolish humans, they spread their feelings like an illness”
He sat there for about an hour staring at the river. He grabbed the one bag that held half of Crina’s remains and dumped the rest into the river. Normally the bags would float but Helsing had suggested that they put rocks in the bottom. Dracula carried the last bag back with him towards the apartment.
**
“LEACH!!!”
Helsing seethed at the vampire before him. He had a young woman in his clutches; a bite mark plain in her neck. Dracula sighed behind Helsing obviously bored with the current situation.
“Just stab it already!”
Helsing lurched forward aiming the stake in his hands towards the creature’s heart. But it leapt out the window with plenty of time. Dracula groaned and leapt after it, bats appearing out of no where. The vampire was clinging to the side while Dracula hovered before it. The creature giggled as he grabbed it by the throat with his right hand.
“Stupid filth”
Dracula swung his left hand down on the head, sending it to the dark river below. He dropped the body as well, sighing. He walked up, like he was on stairs instead of air. Helsing was sticking his head out the window frowning.
“We have got to stop dumping stuff into the river”
Dracula stepped into the window, his new black coat flapping. He adjusted his sleeves, inspecting them for blood.
“Helsing, I'm bored of this. You haven’t killed a single one in this past week! Where is that old fighting spirit?”
“I'm trying Drac; I’m just not fast enough anymore.”
Helsing sat on the window sill
“I should have died along time ago”
Dracula looked at the man with the darkness framing his figure. He had grown considerably older, ageing from 40’s to 60’s right in front of Dracula’s eyes; why hadn’t he noticed the man's ageing before? Technically the man was over ninety years old but who was counting? Ever since he had made his pact with Dracula his aging had slowed by half.
“It's a new year Helsing! Lighten up; you’ll get better at this”
“I've been trying for the past 100 years to get better”
“It's been ninety nine years my friend.”
Helsing waved his hand
“It was 1757 when I made that deal wasn't it? And what is it now? 1857?”
“1856 January 1st”
Helsing closed his eyes
“I'm starting to feel my age my friend, but I doubt you’d ever know what that feels like. Eh?”
Dracula laughed
“I think it's time we go and check on my sons Drac”
Dracula frowned
“Do you remember what happened the last time we went there? Your son tried to kill you”
Helsing giggled
“He did didn’t he? Well not that son, my other one”
“Ah, you mean Alcott Van Helsing, the youngest”
“Mhmm, he was quite taken with you as a child”
“Little brat; always clung to my leg”
Helsing laughed
“It's been so long, I remember their mother. How long has it been eh?”
“10 years”
Helsing sighed
“I never should have let her go out that night alone.”
“That was your 3rd wife wasn’t it?”
“4th I think”
Dracula sighed and stepped towards the woman who was silent and unconscious on the floor. He knelt and gathered her in his arms. He was bringing his teeth to her neck when Helsing grunted. Dracula turned to Helsing, smiling.
“What's wrong?”
“One hundred years later and I'm still not used to your feeding habits”
Dracula chuckled
“She's already been bitten I might as well take advantage of the food placed before me”
Helsing stood, shaking his head as he headed for the door. He still walked up right, like the professor he used to be.
“You know, the organization is coming along quite nicely, we already have many hired on and hunting.”
“I don't see why you started the business anyway; we were doing great on our own.”
Helsing looked at Dracula, then at the crumbling ceiling
“I just wanted to give my sons something. Something that they could take pride in. You know the Helsing foundation is not just for killing vampires but other things as well”
“Like what? I wasn’t listening to the meeting”
“We handle murder cases, insurance cons, anything a private investigator would do. We also offer back up and training to the local police! But we still need a name…”
Dracula nodded
“I can help with the name, and I'm already funding the whole thing”
“Yes, the money you brought from Transylvania is still…going”
“Ah yes, I had no idea gold bars were worth that much”
Helsing laughed, shaking his head
“I don't even want to know how you came across that much gold”
“Well you better get lost; I don't think you want to see me eat”
Dracula smiled, showing his overly large fangs
“Because I can get messy”
Helsing gave a grimace
“Vile creature”
Dracula sneered
“Thank you, human”
Helsing chuckled and stepped out. His voice carried back to the vampire
“Be sure to dispose of the body when you're done”
Dracula didn’t answer, for his teeth had already punctured the dying woman's neck
**
Dracula stared at the fading stars as the sun rose. Helsing was asleep, looking near his early 70’s. The old man had stopped hunting, leaving it to Dracula to train the new recruits in the company. It was Dracula who had given the organization a name 10 years ago. The Helsing Organization of Investigation; The HOI for short. Some just called it the H.I. depending on the person.
Dracula dangled his feet over the railing, sitting on the cold stone banister, still staring at the sky. The scent of the growing city filled his nose and he yawned like a cat, fangs gleaming in the moonlight. He closed his eyes, feeling the sun rays on his pale face
“Humans populate like rabbits; don't they Vlad?”
Dracula opened his eyes, looking for the owner of the young voice. It sounded familiar, with a touch of Scottish thrown into the tone.
“Humans spread and spread without a care for their damage they cause”
Dracula looked down to see a young man floating in the sky. He had dust colored hair that hung down just below his ears. Yellow eyes glowed in the darkness between two pointed ears. His nose was long, but still worked with his face. His mouth was drawn back into a smirk, exposing fangs.
“Alister?”
“Greetings milord, how's life with the humans?”
“What are you doing here?”
“I just wanted to know if you're the one creating all the vampires”
Alister floated up to the banister but continued to stand in front of Dracula.



**
Helsing knocked on the door with Dracula as his shadow, standing solemnly in silence behind his now feeble master. A young man with dirt brown hair and blue eyes opened the door. He looked to be in his late thirties. This boy was Seth Van Helsing, one of Alcott’s grandsons.
“Gramps and Drac! What a pleasant surprise, come in come in. I just finished making a pot of fresh tea”
Helsing wobbled in now on a cane. Dracula caught his arm, helping him over the step. The man had gone from 70’s to 90’s in a matter of 22 years. It was 1888 March 31st, a Saturday.
“Careful”
Helsing laughed at the concern in Dracula’s voice
“Is that worry I hear in your tone eh vampire?”
Dracula smirked
“I've never even felt worry before in my life. Why start now?”
Helsing laughed. But Dracula really was worried. He had served and worked with Abraham for over a hundred years. What was he going to do when he passed on?
“Drac, have you eradicated all the demons yet?”
Dracula chuckled
“No, some one is creating them faster than I can run!”
Seth closed the door behind them sighing as he helped his great, great grandfather sit down on a nearby chair. Dracula formed his own chair out of darkness and sat, crossing his legs.
“Tell me boy, are the ashes safe?”
Seth nodded and pointed to a grandfather clock behind the vampire. Dracula gave it a glance and nodded
“Good, never opened right?”
“Right”
“Excellent”
Helsing grabbed Seth’s arm
“My son I've come to give you something.”
The old man looked expectantly at Dracula who reached into his coat. At first what he pulled out was just a black mass. But as light hit it, it transformed into a large decorative book.
“What is it gramps?”
Sit down so I can tell you the whole truth”
So Helsing did what old men do best, tell tales. He talked loudly with his hands making motions and sounds while he acted out the last 100 years of his life. When he had finished Seth looked years older
“And ever since Dracula has been my servant and he is now to be passed on to you”
“I am not some object to be passed on old man”
But Dracula was smiling, fear in his eyes. He would miss that old geezer.
“We must perform the ceremony now. That is if you accept the task my son”
Seth nodded
“You had me train for this father; I will gladly accept your offer”
“Good, now go, get us some glasses.”
Seth disappeared into the kitchen and Dracula sighed. His black hair hung in his face covering the sorrow in his eyes. He would never open his heart ever again.
“Humans are a disease”
Helsing nodded
“Indeed we are”
“You pass your feelings around like an illness. You carry others burdens as if they were your own! I will never understand these creatures called humans.”
“You have killed a great many haven’t you Dracula? And yet you work to save them?”
“I got bored of the death around me”
“Aren't you bored with saving them yet?”
“It took me thousands of years to get bored with traveling and I'm still not bored of killing. But I can only take so much saving. It will end soon though. I can feel it. The evil is screaming to get out and eat. I will never be same after you go. Something about your blood and will power made me wanna change. I don't know how long that will last once you're gone old man”
“I hope it lasts forever”
**
It was all done, Seth and Dracula was now bound. But Abraham did not live to see his son kill his first vampire. He died the day after Dracula left to live with Seth. 1888 April 2nd, a Monday.