Fic: Amarantine Waltz
Well, the HP & Underworld plotbunnies finally back off enough to let me finish this...
Title: Amaranthine Waltz
Fandom: Van Helsing
Pairing(s): Dracula/Velkan and mention of Anna/Aleera
Rating: PG-13 (for slash and kissing)
Summary: (Pre-Movie) When did Velkan and Dracula first meet? On the battle field? Or perhaps...the dance floor?
Notes: Done as a request for schiannath from vanhelsingslash.
I remember the first time I ever laid eyes on him. It was a crisp October evening, and twilight had already begun to descend on Transylvania. My little sister Anna had just turned eighteen so a regal ball was being held in her honor, and although that was a special event in and of itself, the occasion had become even more festive because of her ceremonial coronation as princess of realm. Only Count Dracula would the audacity to enter into my father’s home during such a joyous affair. But, of course, he did, and for some sinister reason, it was me he directed his attention to. Having not seen him before-at least not in his human form-I felt no apprehension when he approached me from behind...
“Hello, Prince Velkan.”
Bravery and ignorance won out over what should’ve been by now an innate instinct to detect vampires in one’s vicinity. However, instead of trying to stake him, I glided gracefully in a half circle to face him, and my breath immediately caught in my throat. The nobleman-for what else could he be?-stood patiently as I silently ogled him. He was dressed to the nines with long black hair partially unbound and sweeping across his shoulders. The black and burgundy brocade of his clothing matched fashionably with the mask that hid away his eyes, leaving only his mouth and lower jaw exposed.
With a horribly coy smile, he swept nearer, and I was unwaveringly grateful for the silver and gold mask that entirely covered the upper half of my face.
“Good evening to you, sir,” I replied courteously, my steady tone hiding any lingering traces of uneasiness.
“Shall we dance?” he inquired, gesturing grandly at the vaulted ballroom and other couples twirling around us.
I agreed without question, his lithe, elegant hands drawing me in, his honeyed voice shooing away my objections, and that charming smile lingering enticingly behind my mind’s eye. Sensing no further protest from me, the stranger guided me to the dance floor as a new song began to play. And so we danced. Oh, did we dance! Such perfect skill I had never before had the pleasure of experiencing. We waltzed as though floating through the crowd, almost like they were never there. It was just the handsome stranger and myself and the music...
Abruptly-as if awakening from a trance-I realized he had pulled us into a partially shadowed alcove.
“Before the night ends, sweet Prince, I would request one more thing of you.”
“And what, pray tell, is that, good sir?” I asked him.
He bent forward, all the better to whisper in my ear, and replied, “A kiss.”
I opened my mouth to say ‘no’, to verbally blast him across the hall. Dear God, I didn’t even know him. But then those smoldering, ebony eyes locked onto my own, and I found myself sinking into their depths. Suddenly I was leaning forward, closer to him...
His lips closed softly over mine. They were as icy and cool as the rest of him, but after merely a moment his tongue snaked out, parting my lips effortlessly and entering my mouth. I shall not deny that I yielded to him willingly, eagerly even. So unaware of the utter danger I was putting myself, I pulled him closer, pressing his velvet clad body against mine. Then, abruptly, I was ripped from his arms and thrown roughly to the hard floor.
“Monster!” my father cried, brandishing a stake and tearing off Dracula’s mask. “Away with you, Satan-spawn!”
With a furious hiss, the Count jerked away. “My brides!” he called out, commanding voice echoing throughout the entire room.
As his two brides, Verona and Marishka, separated themselves from the crowd and shifted into their bat-like forms, Dracula joined them, his leathery wings carrying him out of my father’s reach. A half dozen guards quickly reacted, firing crossbows that had wholly no effect on our airborne enemies. Three other guards also rushed forward to protect my sister and her lover Aleera. As soon as I saw that they were safe, I turned my gaze not to Dracula but to his fallen mask. While everyone had their eyes riveted to the departing vampires, I carefully snatched the silver, scarlet-trimmed item from the ground and hid it in my violet satin vest.
As soon as they were gone, I glanced fleetingly at my father, wondering somewhat apprehensively how he would he respond. But before either one of us got a chance to speak, the captain of the guard dashed over, clearly worried.
“My Prince,” he called, “are you injured?” Then he asked my father breathlessly, “What happened, my Lord?”
“He...” my father stalled, attempting to find the words, “...he tried to bite Velkan.”
The guard gasped, but I forced what was hopefully a relieved smile to my face and reassured him, “Do not worry. That...” I struggled to speak the word, “monster did not injure me.” The captain nodded, accepting this answer and moved on to check the safety of the guests.
“I’m glad you’re alright,” my father said, gloved hand clasping my shoulder protectively. Despite his relief at seeing that I was okay, the suspicious glint in his good eye did not go unnoticed. He knew perfectly well what Dracula and I had been doing.
~END~
Title: Amaranthine Waltz
Fandom: Van Helsing
Pairing(s): Dracula/Velkan and mention of Anna/Aleera
Rating: PG-13 (for slash and kissing)
Summary: (Pre-Movie) When did Velkan and Dracula first meet? On the battle field? Or perhaps...the dance floor?
Notes: Done as a request for schiannath from vanhelsingslash.
I remember the first time I ever laid eyes on him. It was a crisp October evening, and twilight had already begun to descend on Transylvania. My little sister Anna had just turned eighteen so a regal ball was being held in her honor, and although that was a special event in and of itself, the occasion had become even more festive because of her ceremonial coronation as princess of realm. Only Count Dracula would the audacity to enter into my father’s home during such a joyous affair. But, of course, he did, and for some sinister reason, it was me he directed his attention to. Having not seen him before-at least not in his human form-I felt no apprehension when he approached me from behind...
“Hello, Prince Velkan.”
Bravery and ignorance won out over what should’ve been by now an innate instinct to detect vampires in one’s vicinity. However, instead of trying to stake him, I glided gracefully in a half circle to face him, and my breath immediately caught in my throat. The nobleman-for what else could he be?-stood patiently as I silently ogled him. He was dressed to the nines with long black hair partially unbound and sweeping across his shoulders. The black and burgundy brocade of his clothing matched fashionably with the mask that hid away his eyes, leaving only his mouth and lower jaw exposed.
With a horribly coy smile, he swept nearer, and I was unwaveringly grateful for the silver and gold mask that entirely covered the upper half of my face.
“Good evening to you, sir,” I replied courteously, my steady tone hiding any lingering traces of uneasiness.
“Shall we dance?” he inquired, gesturing grandly at the vaulted ballroom and other couples twirling around us.
I agreed without question, his lithe, elegant hands drawing me in, his honeyed voice shooing away my objections, and that charming smile lingering enticingly behind my mind’s eye. Sensing no further protest from me, the stranger guided me to the dance floor as a new song began to play. And so we danced. Oh, did we dance! Such perfect skill I had never before had the pleasure of experiencing. We waltzed as though floating through the crowd, almost like they were never there. It was just the handsome stranger and myself and the music...
Abruptly-as if awakening from a trance-I realized he had pulled us into a partially shadowed alcove.
“Before the night ends, sweet Prince, I would request one more thing of you.”
“And what, pray tell, is that, good sir?” I asked him.
He bent forward, all the better to whisper in my ear, and replied, “A kiss.”
I opened my mouth to say ‘no’, to verbally blast him across the hall. Dear God, I didn’t even know him. But then those smoldering, ebony eyes locked onto my own, and I found myself sinking into their depths. Suddenly I was leaning forward, closer to him...
His lips closed softly over mine. They were as icy and cool as the rest of him, but after merely a moment his tongue snaked out, parting my lips effortlessly and entering my mouth. I shall not deny that I yielded to him willingly, eagerly even. So unaware of the utter danger I was putting myself, I pulled him closer, pressing his velvet clad body against mine. Then, abruptly, I was ripped from his arms and thrown roughly to the hard floor.
“Monster!” my father cried, brandishing a stake and tearing off Dracula’s mask. “Away with you, Satan-spawn!”
With a furious hiss, the Count jerked away. “My brides!” he called out, commanding voice echoing throughout the entire room.
As his two brides, Verona and Marishka, separated themselves from the crowd and shifted into their bat-like forms, Dracula joined them, his leathery wings carrying him out of my father’s reach. A half dozen guards quickly reacted, firing crossbows that had wholly no effect on our airborne enemies. Three other guards also rushed forward to protect my sister and her lover Aleera. As soon as I saw that they were safe, I turned my gaze not to Dracula but to his fallen mask. While everyone had their eyes riveted to the departing vampires, I carefully snatched the silver, scarlet-trimmed item from the ground and hid it in my violet satin vest.
As soon as they were gone, I glanced fleetingly at my father, wondering somewhat apprehensively how he would he respond. But before either one of us got a chance to speak, the captain of the guard dashed over, clearly worried.
“My Prince,” he called, “are you injured?” Then he asked my father breathlessly, “What happened, my Lord?”
“He...” my father stalled, attempting to find the words, “...he tried to bite Velkan.”
The guard gasped, but I forced what was hopefully a relieved smile to my face and reassured him, “Do not worry. That...” I struggled to speak the word, “monster did not injure me.” The captain nodded, accepting this answer and moved on to check the safety of the guests.
“I’m glad you’re alright,” my father said, gloved hand clasping my shoulder protectively. Despite his relief at seeing that I was okay, the suspicious glint in his good eye did not go unnoticed. He knew perfectly well what Dracula and I had been doing.
~END~