Forever, Anna
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Category:
S through Z › Van Helsing
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
15,682
Reviews:
20
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Van Helsing, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Complacency, it's very dangerous
She could hear a soft rustle and crashing in the back of her mind. Her mind wondered sleepily what it could be, she had never heard such a sound before, but did not stir for the need to sleep was overwhelming.
There it is. He thought to himself. I was certain I had it brought here. I wonder, can I still play with the same feeling I once possessed? Setting himself in the dusty bench, he gently opened the lid and placed his hands on the keys stirring from his depths the sounds of lonely and lost.
It was persistent, that haunting melody playing through her mind. It’s sadness drove her mind out of the hands of sleep; she had to find the one that was playing her heart on the wind. She rose from the bed, unobservant of her surroundings and followed the sound out her bedroom door. Down a long dark hallway, she heard them call her both; the mournful melody and the distant, rolling thunder. And her heart gave in to their song. If anyone had been present, they would have claimed she was a ghost, so pale were her features, her dressing gown flowing behind her as she burst onto a balcony she was unaware existed. There, sitting at a strange table was her beloved master and it was he pulling from her the song of her heart and giving it to the wind for all the world to hear.
She stood transfixed, watching as he played. His eyes shut, feeling the pain and loneliness of his own heart. As she watched a lone tear fell from the corner of his eye and slipped silently down his cheek, a glistening trail the only reminder of what had gone before. Slowly, gently his hands slowed and all that remind was the rustle and thunder.
He could feel her standing there. He’d known the moment she walked onto the balcony and he could feel the turmoil his music had left in her soul. Taking a breath, he rose and turned to face her. Walking very slowly towards her, he noticed the tension in her shoulders, the wary look on her face. With a slight bow in her direction, he passed by her dissolving into the shadows and smirked as he felt the tension leave her body. He had an epiphany as he’d played, suddenly it became clear to him how much of himself he was allowing to be controlled by this temperamental child. In his desperation to make her stay, to force her to remain his prize for a hard fought battle, he’d let her think she could manipulate him. Him! Dracula, the greatest of all vampires. No longer.
There it is. He thought to himself. I was certain I had it brought here. I wonder, can I still play with the same feeling I once possessed? Setting himself in the dusty bench, he gently opened the lid and placed his hands on the keys stirring from his depths the sounds of lonely and lost.
It was persistent, that haunting melody playing through her mind. It’s sadness drove her mind out of the hands of sleep; she had to find the one that was playing her heart on the wind. She rose from the bed, unobservant of her surroundings and followed the sound out her bedroom door. Down a long dark hallway, she heard them call her both; the mournful melody and the distant, rolling thunder. And her heart gave in to their song. If anyone had been present, they would have claimed she was a ghost, so pale were her features, her dressing gown flowing behind her as she burst onto a balcony she was unaware existed. There, sitting at a strange table was her beloved master and it was he pulling from her the song of her heart and giving it to the wind for all the world to hear.
She stood transfixed, watching as he played. His eyes shut, feeling the pain and loneliness of his own heart. As she watched a lone tear fell from the corner of his eye and slipped silently down his cheek, a glistening trail the only reminder of what had gone before. Slowly, gently his hands slowed and all that remind was the rustle and thunder.
He could feel her standing there. He’d known the moment she walked onto the balcony and he could feel the turmoil his music had left in her soul. Taking a breath, he rose and turned to face her. Walking very slowly towards her, he noticed the tension in her shoulders, the wary look on her face. With a slight bow in her direction, he passed by her dissolving into the shadows and smirked as he felt the tension leave her body. He had an epiphany as he’d played, suddenly it became clear to him how much of himself he was allowing to be controlled by this temperamental child. In his desperation to make her stay, to force her to remain his prize for a hard fought battle, he’d let her think she could manipulate him. Him! Dracula, the greatest of all vampires. No longer.