Dance of Fate

Chapter 1: Invitations

"You are the most beautiful girl I´ve ever seen", Count Dracula whispered as he spun her around. The dancefloor was empty except of them. Only he and her. Noone else. And she was with him! With her love!

The Count dipped her that her hair nearly reached the floor. "Soon you´ll be my bride", he said, running his hand over her bare shoulders. As if she was in a trance she said: "I want you too." With that the mysterious man pulled her up to his chest. Dracula bared his fangs until they touched the sensitive skin of her neck...

"Rachel! Rachel! Will you wake up, now!" The voice was ringing in my ears. I looked up at Ms. Klump, my teacher. Oh no! Don´t say that I fell asleep again... Nervously I sat up and tried to put an innocent smile on my lips. The smile turned into dumb expression. "I don´t know who the one that you want is, but I want you to listen in my lessons! Is that understood, Rachel?" I nodded nervously and then turned my look at the science book that was lying in front of me. My class mates started giggling.

I must have spoken while sleeping again, I thought. Then someone tipped me on my shoulder. I simply moved my eyes towards Marienne, my best friend. She didn´t speak a word, but her lips formed the words: "That dream again?" I nodded.

Ms. Klump stamped her foot. "Rachel! Do you want to go to principal´s office immediately!"

I shook my head that my black hair flew around. "No", I also added. This teacher of mine was never pleased without words. In my opinion she was a bit exaggerating with her stuff about languages. Finally she turned back to her board and started writing again. The chalk made horrible sounds.

My name is Rachel Allen. I was visiting a special school only for girls. Since I watched Van Helsing at the movies, I called myself a goth. I always wore black clothes. Even my blond hair was coloured black. And why did I do that? Because I loved Dracula! I simply adored him! The way his hair fell down his shoulders, how he wears that beautiful jacket, how he walks, how he speaks... sorry! Only my best friend Marienne knew that. But as always she hates the guys I love. Or does she hate them because I love them? Anyway, since I´ve seen Dracula I couldn´t get him out of my head. And at night he was following me. Every night I dream the same dream. I´m dancing with Dracula and before he was going to bite me I awoke. In Marienne´s opinion it´s a nightmare, but in mine...

I looked at the clock that was hanging in the classroom. It said: Time for the promised speech! Everyone was excited and couldn´t wait to hear those important news. The little accident had made Ms. Klump even angrier. My sudden change of image wasn´t for her liking.

"Girls, it´s time for me to tell you something. A special event will be set in one week from now. Every class in this school recieved invitations. So did you. Unfortuntately not everyone here is welcome to this festival. I don´t why the host of this event, whoever it is, chose only five girls from this class. Anyways I will give the invitations in your hands now", Ms. Klump finished her speech.

Marienne and I looked at each other. We were both confused, but the look that we shared said: Ok, we surely won´t be two of the five girls. Why should we be? We weren´t the prettiest girls in the class. Marienne with her glasses and the bushy brown hair was at least good at every subject, but me? A simple goth with a talent in languages and music.

I looked over at Sabrina Willis, the beauty of the class, getting her invitation. Her blond locks were shining like gold. If she wasn´t the favourite girl of Ms. Klump, she would have failed her last exam. The second letter was handed to Nataly Gomez, an Italian beauty with a few influences of other countries. Just as always when she was happy her hand went up to her black curly her. Everytime when she does so a few girls hide their faces behind their hands. Probably they were pretending to block lice that were flying out of her hair. That was a joke, because Nataly was a bit too clean. Ms. Klump strode past her and to Kate Johnson, our class witch. Her straight red hair was tied into a ponytail that went down to her hips (what the reason for the nickname is). All in all she was pretty. Then another beauty received her invitation. Our teacher handed the class bitch a letter. We used to call her so, because she had a new boyfriend every week. At least she told us so.

Ms. Klump turned on her heel and rushed in the opposite direction. I was in a kind deep in my daydreams again. But what I didn´t see, was that she was walking towards me. She threw it in front of me. "I don´t know why, but there must be a reason that they chose you", Ms. Klump whispered that only I could hear. Then she turned to the class: "You´re dismissed for today, tomorrow we will go on with our grammar!"

A few girls yawned at that. No one liked grammar. But our oh-so-kind-teacher-Geraldine-Klump found grammar to be the most important part of her subject.

I was in such shock that not muscle moved. I just sat there and stared at the untouched letter.

Here´s another Van Helsing fic! Tell me what you think about the first chapter. Critism welcome! Shall I continue the story? Do you like it so far?