Title: Think of Me

Chapter: 1 of all nights

Story Progress: Look up to see

Revolved in: Van Helsing movie

Main Charters: Count Vladislaus Dracula, Christine (OFC), and other vampire add-ons.

Disclaimers: I only own the OFC and any time plots that you didn't see in 'Van Helsing', Van Helsing creators owns everything else. And I got the title and name for the OFC from the Phantom of the Opera. Should add that in there before I have any reporters come for me.

Summary: Count Vladislaus Dracula had a wife before he became a vampire. It was her who became to what he is today. And when her future self comes through the doors of his castle, will she remember him before it's too late.

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December 1562

(425 years before the dawn of the film)

A man stands near an almost completely frosted window. He is as cold as the weather outside the castle of which he stands in. The half-moon is fully risen this night, lighting the yards and forests below the window's view. He stands adorned in a military style outfit. His long shoulder length midnight black hair is held back by a single golden clasp. His eyes match his soul. Dark empty blue irises that have not seen sunlight for many years. Near over a century to be exact. Oh how over 100 years had changed this man.

From a high standing royalty prince of Transylvania to a monster created by Lucifer himself. This man is known as Count Vladislaus Dracula.

He had a wife you see. The prettiest girl in the land. Sought out by millions of men. Who could resist her. Hair fiery red. Red as scarlet blood. Nice smooth pale skin, paling from the cold long wintery lands. Bluest eyes of the sea. Crystal clear waters as can be.

But there was another who sought out after her. Even when she was with another. Poor Thing. He made his wife hide every night. They would hide together, fearing this other. Till one night struck hard.

The rain came crushing down as ice as the trespasser wanted to kill his ruler and take his wife. Ah but he failed at getting the prince. For the wife spared his life and his sward came threw her. And ended her life.

The prince cried for days. Grieving to God, why oh why. He found his beloved and made a deal with a stranger. The devil was this stranger. And for a hundred years your wife will return he said. But she'll never remember you. I'll make you live eternal, as my creation. Have her remember you and your life will be spared.

Oh how he remembered the Devil's words. And a creature of the night he became. For over 100 years he has failed to see his sweet, sweet Christine.

"Christine" he whispered onto the window's glass. Not making it fog up at all.

"Sir?" A old looking fellow came into the room were his master stood.

"What is it Stewart?" Dracula said not looking at his servant. He can't even see their own reflections but know he's there.

"I was wondering how you are feeling my lord? Being almost-"

"You ask such a question!" Dracula yelled at his loyal servant he had all his life as a vampire. "You know how I feel on this day my servant, and such a servant should not ask such a question. How could you feel if the one you loved was taken from you?"

Looking shaken from his mater's outrage "I'm sorry master, I just want to know what's keeping you." Stewart said knowing feel what Dracula was talking about. He too has a wife. When Dracula turned him he asked if his wife Rosemary would be turn as well. Being gardening to the castle when Dracula was away at long periods of time.

"I'm sorry my friend" Dracula said once he got his composer calmed down. "It was wrong of me to lash out, especially today, to you, she wouldn't want to see me like this." He continued remembering how his wife cared well for Stewart and Rosemary dearly as if they were her own Aunt and Uncle.

"I will leave you at peace then" Stewart said leaving the room.

The room they were in was a regular large looking library room. Dracula would remember how much Christine loved to read. Every day he would find her here before the evening meal with a book in her hand. He himself would read some of these books bout not has much as she.

Once her death came to him, he found himself here often. Reading every book. After reading everyone ten times within eleven years he would only come to the room once a year. The year of her death. December 13, 1462.

"It's been a hundred years where are you my love?" Dracula said to himself as he made way to the fireplace. The fire roaring with life my just the flick of his hand. The heat was unfelt by him. The vampire curse he dread. Not to feel warmth of a fire, the smoothness of skin. The coldness of icy snow or the wetness of rain. Around him did not lay a room full of life and energy as it once did a hundred years prior. No the entire castle now laden with years upon years of dust and dirt. The few handfuls servants he had left fail to do the duties he once not command many years ago.

The only place he keeps dust-free, is the basement were he sleeps. In the black wooden with cast-iron handles his coffin laid. After his wife's death anyway, he couldn't bear in sleeping in their chamber anymore. He didn't even go in there anymore. He had it bolted shut from the inside. No one would be allowed in or out. Only he and his dead wife will know the way in through the secret passages in library and his study.

"Master, master sir" Rosemary came through the open doorways of where Dracula was standing.

"Come down, my dear Rosemary, what is it?" Dracula asked. What has gotten into her lately.

"Sir there's a girl outside of the castle doors." Rosemary said getting all frantic.

"So, you know what we do to visitors my dear" Dracula said with a smirk. Rosemary knew that they would fest upon the ones who enter their private lands.

"But sir, she looks like Christine"

"It's impossible" Dracula said, unknowing how can a strangler end up being his dead wife.

"I know sir, I can't believe it myself, but it's her. Red blood hair, plae skin. Beauty which no man can resist." Rosemary said following a now pacing Dracula.

Upon hearing her words Dracula gave his firm orders. "Bring her in, only allow her on the first floor only. Clean the rooms only. It has been a long night. I will see her tomorrow."

"Yes master" Rosemary said bowing to him and leaving the room.

"Oh my Christine" Dracula whispered into the air. "You've returned to me. Let's hope your memory can easily be restored."

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Hello, I had to fix this chapter because I realized I got the years of which this is starting is wrong since Dracula died December, 1476. But his first wife my OFC did die in 1462. So I revised it and everything should go smoothly as black water of Dracula's hair (drools). Of not you'll get with the flow quickly. Thank you WIKI .org/wiki/Vlad_III_the_Impaler for the information on Vlad III's death and his first wife's death. Jus follow his history lot for the main background info on how my OFC died. In this story Vlad only had one wife, not 3, before he died. I'll throw in some history lessons in the story once things move since we all hate reading now and then.