My entry into the DBCA songphic challenge (to find out more, click the homepage on my profile). I've always had a weakness for Vampires and enjoyed writing this piece, I loved Dracula 2000 though I must admit I do want to know the afterstory (come on sequel!) and am a mad Gerard Butler girl right from thehem of my cloak to the tips of my fangs.
Not set particuarly any place in the film (though inspired by the few seconds when Gerry comes flying down the roof to settle on the roofpiece and watch the Mardi Gras party below). Setto Robbie Wlliams Feel

For Dracula and his Mary

Enjoy!

The still black gargoyle that had once been Judas Iscariot sat high on the jutting roof top piece of a New Orleans townhouse, fangs sunk deep into his own lips as he crouched in dark contemplation.
Somewhere in the wild orgy of Mardi Gras spread out before him, his bride-maidens feasted, seduced by the charisma of his condemned actions they ran rampant through the drugged and drunk partygoers, taking life from the living.

Come on hold my hand
I want to contact the living

His long black coat flapped heavily against the wind as he shifted and sighed, wondering whether to join his brides or simply watch the madness of life below.

Not sure I understand
This role I've been given

He glanced up at the massive neon cross emblazoning the public hospital so many blocks away, its bright red glare shining across the city like a beacon, silently serenading all those below. "I am here to help you. If you are hurt I will heal you." He snarled viciously at the sign, "Not all," he scowled, "You cannot save them all, not when you never cared for me."

I sit and talk to God
And he just laughs at my plans

He stood and walked along the rail thin guttering with the balance of a cat, a shadowy outline against a smoggy night sky. A thousand thoughts in his head, all in a thousand tongues, some living, some dead for centuries.

My head speaks a language
I don't understand

"Oh Mary..." If such a man could pray, then the desperate sigh escaping from the fanged lips could almost be called a prayer. He could feel her somewhere nearby praying, begging for forgiveness for some terrible unknown secret.

I just want to feel real love
Feel the home that I live in

One not bitten, but born. She was his life, she was his soulmate, his soul itself. White to his black, the opposite side of the coin that fixed them together, the nails of his coffin. The very blood of his veins.

Cause I've got too much life
Running through my veins
Going to waste

With a light step his feet tapped on the slate of the house across the street. A fifteen foot leap, fatal for any mortal, a hop step and jump for the unkillable. He looked down at the fall, four storeys at least, closer to five if the high peaked roof and chimney were added. He wondered idly if such feats were some form of repressed death wish, or merely because the ability was his.

I don't want to die
But I ain't keen on living either

The pull of Mary's presence was stronger. He followed it easily, sneering as he felt the awesome pressure of her hiding place, a church of course, how appropriate that she wait for him there. She was so naïve, so misguided, so beautiful, such an untapped source of power... so His. He knew his brides were jealous, and he did not care.

Before I fall in love
I'm preparing to leave her

Her image burned into his mind, a dark curly head bent down on her knees, shaking before the altar and a gold Christ on the cross. Her pixie-like features were pressed closed in prayer, she was so terrified and yet did not know why, or of who, or if she even had the right to be. Parties, drugs, alcohol, she had tried it all to escape from a bond neither of them could truly understand or control...or ever separate themselves from.

I scare myself to death
That's why I keep on running

His shoes clicked over chimney stacks as his pace increased, the full moonlight hovered over the town, drenching his coat and dark silky hair in silver. Mary still hissed in his mind like a burning coal tossed into ice.
"Beloved," the cry was murmured through his lips as he ran across the city, the vision Mary threw back her head in shock, brown eyes looking around wildly for the unseen speaker.

Before I've arrived
I can see myself coming

He landed on a chimney pot and leapt down a full storey to the rooftop balcony below, arms outstretched like curved bats wings, black coat flying out behind him. Another two steps and he rose through the air like a wolf leaping through the wild, two storeys upwards and onto the slippery tiles. "Do you see whose she is?" he cried to the night sky above him, "Do you see who she was created for?"

I just want to feel real love
Feel the home that I live in

He continued to climb upwards, over the drunken revelry below. Now was his time. Too long he had been trapped, caught in silver and food for leeches.

Cause I got too much life
Running through my veins
Going to waste

He supposed he ought to be grateful to the leeches in a way. Without them Van Helsing would never have passed his blood onto Mary. His Mary, his for eternity.

And I need to feel real love
And a life ever after
I cannot give it up.

A dark chuckle rose in his throat, old bricks and twisted vines of ivy the only witnesses to his voice, a smirk broadened through his fans and he threw back his head to shout his laughter to the sky. Across New Orleans the bride-maidens lifted their heads from victims' necks, blood running down their chins from red lips, white dresses glowing against golden hair. They lashed wet tongues around bloody fangs, stretching their jaws open wide as they sensed their Master's presence.

I just want to feel real love
Feel the home that I live in

Dracula continued on, drawing closer to the magnificent building erected of glass and stone for the betrayed and the betrayer. Inwardly he cursed the one who had done this to him. Why should he be the one condemned to walk the earth while the other sat at the right hand of God. Had not his sacrifice been as great? Had he not suffered? Two thousand years he had walked this earth, and still his burden was as great as the day it had begun.
But now there was Mary. Mary who did not yet know, but would learn soon enough who she truly was.

I've got too much life
Running through my veins
To go to waste

He drew nearer to the church, long rows of white marble steps greeted him as hetossed back his black coat to ascend the cold stone up to the twin heavy oak doors. Beyond them, Mary waited at the altar, a strangely fitting place for them to finally meet. He had searched the earth for centuries, and now she would be his eternity.

I just want to feel real love
In a life ever after
I cannot give it up

The doors crashed open, Mary tumbled on the raised platform and spun in terror, staring in fear at the dark figure framed by shadow and moonlight in the wide doorway. The man who had haunted her dreams for a lifetime, the part of her she had felt within all her life, now real and standing before her.
Slowly he came towards her, seemingly hating the very place they found themselves in, loathing filled his every step as desire crashed through his body. Mary's eyes were drawn from his dark figure and up to his pale face, the look in his eyes as they met was indescribable.
Haunted, disbelieving, lost, and at the same time overflowing with joy, desperate, possessive, loving, and even...relieved?
Their eyes met and Mary knew. It was as if the final piece of the puzzle had been laid and the wheels of eternity set in motion. Two people sharing half a soul, each trapped inside the other, and now finally together, face to face.

There's a hole in my soul
You can see it in my face
It's a real big place

She looked so vulnerable, like a lost lamb waiting for the slaughter, staring up at him wide eyed and still sprawled across the altar dais.
"Mary," he whispered, her eyes went wider at his use of her name, "Blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh, kin of my kin, my own." His voice sent a strange feeling flooding through her nerves, the hit of some long craved drug spilling out through her system. She scrambled backwards, sitting straighter, "W-What do you want?" she demanded in a shaky voice.
"Shh..." he placed a long finger to his lips, "Do not be afraid Mary, I am yours," he took a step forward and held out his hand to her, "I will be with you forever,"

Come on hold my hand
I want to contact the living

"I know you," she murmured softly, the shaking of her limbs quieted and stilled and she gazed up at him, "Who are you?"
"Oh Mary," he took another step and crouched down before her, "I have spent a lifetime searching for you. One born, not bitten. We are each the part of the other, I am your life, your heart," again he held out his hand to her, begging silently for her to join him, "Just as you are my soul."
The slightest tremor in her pink lips, Mary's fingers reached out hesitantly, seemingly of their own free will to brush against his. His pale hand closed around hers and Mary allowed herself to be pulled upright and close to Dracula's tall form.
"Mary..." his breath was like the tides, endless and eternal, cool yet warm with the years of living death. "At last I have found you."
The pleading relief in his desperate face cracked something deep within Mary's uncertain heart. She seemed to fall against his form, catching and cradling her he looked down at her pale features as she surrendered the struggle. Her small white hand rose up to touch his cheek lightly, his lips brushed her skin like cool fire, lowering to her lips, her neck, as they entered the unknown...

Not sure I understand
This role I've been given
Not sure I understand

Well? Reviews are appreciated!