The Power of Persuasion

Title: The Power of Persuasion
Chapters: 4/?
Author: Anukk
Rating: PG, I´d say.
Scene: Starting from the scene, where Dracula and Van Helsing fight in their beastly forms.
Van Helsing changes back with the moon vanishing behind the clouds momentarily, finding himself holding Dracula in his hell beast-form in an iron grip…
Dracula changes back into his human form as well and licks the blood off his fingers…
Disclaimer: Don´t own the Characters of "Van Helsing", this fic is only for entertainment-purposes and I make no profit of this


Chapter 4

…Slowly, he took a hold of Dracula´s wrist and wrapped his clammy hands around the white flesh of the vampire. For Vlad´s very thin line of patience, it literally took ages until Gabriel´s lips finally closed around the bloody wound.

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But then, the pace of the world seemed to quicken for both men. Dracula´s freely given blood entered Gabriel´s mouth hot and thick and conjured up countless images in his former broken mind.
Snippets of memories demanded entrance in his being. Pictures of a young man, wearing a free and relaxed smile on his face. He seemed to enjoy his life immensely, spent his time hunting, riding through the forests and being with his friend.

It took Van Helsing quite some time to recognize himself in that guy, who seemed to be full of life and happiness. His outer appearance had changed drastically with the change of his attitude and his moods. His younger self danced through these visions like a fresh breeze, always taking and giving and enjoying the best of both sides.
An act that Gabriel had completely forgotten about. His present was full of taking lives and giving the church his services and his loyalty…but he never got in return, what he was longing for so desperately: His memory.
The promise of Cardinal Jinette to enlighten Gabriel about his past had persuaded the hunter to take new assignments. But the man of the church always had denied him the compliance of this promise afterwards.

And now he was kneeling in front of this unearthly creature, sucking it´s dark blood…desperately clinging to the bleeding wrist that flooded his brain with days long gone, memories long denied.
Gabriel wanted to absorb it all, wanting more information with each drop of Dracula´s blood…

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Vlad almost had escaped a relieved sigh when Gabriel´s lips closed around his bleeding wrist. The man might suffer from amnesia, but from stubbornness as well.
Gabriel first had licked on the wound with great caution and shyness. But when he realized what the blood emerged in him, his swallows became more greedy and hungry by the minute.

Dracula had to close his eyes. The vampire relished the composition between pain and sexual impulses. Gabriel´s grip on Vlad´s pale flesh got stronger with every swallow. The vampire knew what his opponent was going through and so he allowed the man to drink further. The twinge in his veins that were drained from his powerful blood, let him moan with pain and also twisted lust.

He looked down at Gabriel, whose strong mind and body had been forced to kneel down on the floor just in front of the giver of blood. Too powerful was the flood of old memories, too bitter the fact that he had been denied the remembrance of happier days for so long.

“Good.” The vampire urged the man on to drink further.

“Drink more, Gabriel. Drink in all these impressions. Reclaim your old life.” Dracula breathed and then knelt down in front of the blood-drinking man, not from weakness or blood loss, but driven by the urge to stroke Gabriel´s hair that was slightly swaying back and forth with each rash swallow.

Together, they sat on the cold stony floor of the cellar. The room was filled with the sound of Gabriel´s throat, drinking from Dracula´s still bleeding wound. Vlad´s heavy breathing joined the music of the night that Van Helsing was producing. Although the vampire was not in the need of any oxygen, he indulged in the passion of the moment, being completely captured by the picture of the angelic face before him, eagerly consuming his dark life force.

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Gabriel couldn´t stop. His lips locked around his nemesis´ bleeding flesh, he yearned to gain more information, more images that would invade his mind with experiences he had long forgotten.
He felt the sick desire to crawl into the creature before him and absorb every piece of his former self that he could find there. Of course that was not possible.
And so he continued to suck the dark blood to sate his desire for enlightenment.

What he didn´t expect were sudden flashes of intimate feelings and memories of Dracula himself. Short impressions and pictures appeared like tiny pinpricks between the images of himself and Dracula.
He felt like an intruder, watching scenes involving the vampire he knew he should not watch.
But caught in this situation, he was not able to simply avert his gaze.

With growing horror, he witnessed Dracula´s death at his hands. Vlad´s blood on his fingers, the perverse wish to take a memento of his former friend…kindred spirit…lover – the finger with that heavy Dragon´s ring looking like a pathetic relict from a man that had once meant so much to him.
Feeling late regret and unbearable shame for his deeds, Gabriel refused the sudden wish to stop the feeding and continued to learn about the happenings four hundred years ago.

Ripping open his eyes with utter shock, Van Helsing observed the rise of Vlad´s immortal soul.
The precious spirit looked so beautiful, shining in white and innocent perfection, ready to receive the embrace of heaven.

Gabriel had to gasp between swallows, when he saw blackness consuming all light and life in the room where Dracula´s mortal shell lay. Slowly creeping up behind the silver soul of Vlad, the dark shadow morphed into a form of a man, standing tall and proud.
Van Helsing couldn´t see his face, for his form seemed to be blurry with constant movement.
This creature´s intentions were clear, though. It slowly started to wrap arm-like shapes around Vlad´s soul in an almost seductive and protective kind of way.

The spirit seemed to struggle with it´s own decision, but it didn´t take long until it finally succumbed.
The dark figure had started to whisper dark promises into the soul´s direction. Obviously, this unearthly thing also used a supernatural way to show the spirit promising impressions of what it could own and rule, shall it agree to be taken.

The image of Vlad´s pure soul that now turned towards it´s new master, let Gabriel finally release his grip on the vampire´s wrist. His breath was going rapidly, while the horrifying impressions of Vlad - accepting the cold embrace of his new ‘guardian’ - still haunted his mind.
Absently, the man wiped the last evidences of the feeding from his mouth and turned his head towards the Devil´s son.

Gabriel met the hungry gaze of the vampire, who wore a rather annoyed expression on his face.

“You were not supposed to see THIS….,” he hissed angrily.

To be continued.