Van Helsing's Sister, Dracula's Bride

The brides leave once Dracula shows up to escort me; Anna's on one of his arms. Dang, she looks pissed. Why is she being a good little hostage? She sends me a look. Oh, mind control; that explains a lot! "You both look beautiful," Dracula complements," come—I have someone I want to introduce you to, Marishka." Slowly, I walk over to him and place my hand in the crook of his free arm. He leads us to the extravagant ballroom, filled with Vampires of all ages.

A tall, handsome Vampire walks over to us, bowing at the waist. "Count," he greets respectively, Dracula nods.

"Isaiah, this is Princess Anna." Isaiah nods, smiling at Anna, who looks like she's seen a ghost. "This is Marishka, a Dhampir." The other Vampire's gray eyes light up even more as he studies me. "I knew you'd be interested to meet another of your kind."

"Surely you'd allow me a dance with her then?" I look over at Dracula and see him smiling.

"That is for you to ask her, Prince." This guy's a Prince? Isaiah looks at me expectantly.

"I suppose your company is better than some," I shrug," I'd rather dance with you than spend more time with the Count over here." Isaiah chuckles, holding out a white-gloved hand for me to take, I place my hand in his, allowing him to lead me out onto the dance floor and spin me to the orchestra all the while hoping I do not fall and embarrass myself.

"Are you always so blunt?" I smirk, meeting his gaze head on. "If you are, then I don't know how you're still alive."

"I'm still alive because I'm too adorable to kill." I give him my puppy eyes. "Also my charm comes in handy from time to time." We laugh, twirling around like the other dancers surrounding us.

"How close are you and the Count?" I shrug, looking past him at the large, gilded mirror. I notice the only people that appear in it are Isaiah, Anna, and I.

"I don't think we're close at all, he's just using me to hurt my brother. Actually, Dracula's the one who made me a Dhampir." Isaiah nods, dipping me and bringing me back up again. He glares at the elder Vampire.

"He made me like this, too." My eyebrows knit together, but he continues before I can ask anything. "He and my father made a deal before I was born that he would stop terrorizing my village. When I turned nine Dracula turned me into a Dhampir."

My eyes widen as I look up at his face. "That was ten years ago today. He said I was his favorite son and that he'd treat me how a Prince should be treated. My father always said I was too much like an ancestor of mine, the first thing I did here was spray holy water on Dracula." I smile, squeezing his hand reassuringly.

"Who is your ancestor," I ask as he spins me around and back to him.

"His name was Nathan; we have a painting of him in my father's study. He's with a woman, nobody can remember her name; we only know that when she disappeared he got very depressed." I lower my eyes, not able to meet Isaiah's intense gaze. When I finally look back up at him I have tears in my eyes.

"You look just like him, you know; same dark, messy hair and everything." Isaiah's gray eyes widen as he slowly removes my mask, seeing my entire face for the first time tonight. I take off his gold and silver mask, tracing his cheek with my fingers like I used to with Nathan.

"Ochii tai sunt cerul nopţii şi stelele sunt prinse în ele," he whispers, leaning down to kiss me. Before our lips can touch, we hear Dracula let out a roar, jerking us out of our moment. I see Carl walking my way quickly, a frightened expression on his face.

(A/N): Translation is "Your eyes are the night sky and the stars are caught in them." Yeah, clichéd I know.