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Mina Rising

By: The Bay Man

Chapter 1 - 'Mina'

Darkness...

...All around her darkness lay! 'How long had she stared into the darkness or 'the void' as she thought with disdain?' She wondered again for the millionth time! 'Where was she? How long was she here?' These things she did not know! For what seemed like an eternity she had pondered these questions, all she knew was the hunger was unbearable! The darkness was her companion and to feed was her only desire.

Her mind was foggy and constantly playing tricks on her... But on occasion a moment of clarity would invade the darkness, the madness would recede and she remembered...

...She remembered the day she willingly allowed herself to be bound in this dark prison. Only the love for her husband and her child had kept her sane as the curse took hold of her once again. She had five short years of freedom after 'that' monster, Dracula, was destroyed by Abraham Van Hellsing's hand and then it came crashing down. When the curse first started showing itself she knew something was wrong! Why it was happening again she didn't know but the nightmares that followed terrified her as she'd wake in a cold-sweat with tears streaming down her cheeks as she remembered her dark figure standing over her husband and sons blood soaked bodies... It was her, not 'him' that butchered her family in her dreams! As the nightmares grew in ferocity and frequency 'he' never once invaded her dreams as he did a few years earlier. That monster was now gone! Panic-stricken, she had searched for Van Hellsing everywhere but he had disappeared, leaving her and her husband without any way of getting any answers.

She searched for months for a reason for the curse's return and a chance meeting with an ancient wizard provided an answer. "He stated that, "the vampire that had sired her was no ordinary vampire — he was the 'first' vampire! Although his body was destroyed, his spirit could not be destroyed so easily and would return one day!"" How this applied to the curse returning to her was somewhat complicated. ...She remembered that the death of Dracula had freed her of 'his curse' but the vampire's curse was still hers — the same curse that plagued Dracula was now to be her prison as well!

It was only a matter of time before the blood-lust took full control of her and she would became what Vlad Tepes had become, the undead creature of the night and without a master she would be unable to control her appetite. The very idea of being a slave to anyone repulsed her... So she and her husband made preparations to seal the curse but the wizard they hired had messed up the spell and here she was a century later trapped in a veil of darkness, unable to cross over as Death had denied her entry into the land of the dead. She was now bound to 'Mother Earth' as a Nosferatu just as Vlad Tepes was centuries before when he sought to protect his people.

But those brief moments of clarity gave way to the darkness and the madness always returned as it had done countless times before.

Light...

The weight of her shackles crushed her chest as they burned with every move she made. She learned a long time ago that fighting her shackles only caused pain, a pain even more excruciating than the hunger that plagued her every waking moment and during her rare moments of clarity she cured the one who caused her suffering — Dracula!

She knew not why she was bound to such a place, it was neither life nor death and if her mind wasn't playing games, she would have realized it was she who had bound herself to this living hell. But for someone like herself, time meant nothing and fleetingly it passed. A moment became a day and that day became a century...

A lot had changed in that time! She and her husband had chosen an obscure place to en-tomb her remains after the wizard that had tried to bound her dark-side failed and in the end she begged her husband to bind her in blessed-chains and seal her in an unmarked coffin. Only a silver cross a-top its cover indicated her faith and devotion to her God and family — She was buried six feet deep in consecrated ground. The only marker indicating who rested below was a statue of an angel of death with a lone word carved at its foot, which read, 'Mina'. "It was fitting" she told him as this cemetery housed more than one mad man who begged for forgiveness.

As the years passed she could hear the whispers of her beloved above. Sometimes he would come and stay for days, other times it would seem like an eternity between his visits... In time he stopped coming and she knew he would not return again. She wept during one of her moments of clarity for she had loved him more than life itself... It was her love for her husband and son that compelled her to bind herself in the first place. Her blood-lust had nearly taken her family from her one dark and stormy night but that was so long ago!

As her mind was reeling with turmoil, she was unaware of the struggle unfolding above her...

...And as the night above gave way to daybreak she would rise from the darkness, stain the ground red and set her eyes once more upon the sun as it crested the horizon... But death would not await her as the sun's rays kissed her cheeks, it would deny her once more. Only this time she would not walk alone, another would be at her side...

Where I'm going with this, who knows (well, I do have a very good idea! LOL)... But it should be an interesting journey!

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