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I don't understand the problem people have with rewrites of Dracula that humanize him. Yes, Dracula in the original book is a pure representation of evil. But like Carmilla he is a fictional and almost mythological figure at this stage who evolves with the times. The myth of the vampire has changed, so it is logical that Dracula himself follows this model. The book will still exist, so what's the problem ? The same goes for offering him a romance, whether or not it is with a rewriting of the character of Mina or an another invented female character, or sometimes a woman linked to the Van helsing lineage, or even Van helsing changed directly into a woman !

Even Jonathan himself for exemple in order to explore a homosexuality or bisexuality in the story of Dracula ! Strangely I never see people revolting when Jonathan is placed as a romantic interest. I totally see where that's coming from, but the fact is that their relationship isn't good in the original material either.

As for the problem of Mina, a strong female character, apparently having her strong characteristics erased when she is made Dracula's lover... I don't agree.

After all, it all depends on how the thing is done. Yes, the Mina from the 1992 film is not the one from the book (which is far from being a flawless representation of a strong woman... Yes, for the time when the book was released, it works, but in our time modern era, there are flaws apparently, as with most works dating back a certain number of years), but she still remains a strong female character in her own way and morally ambiguous in this adaptation. It's just a different version. I particularly liked the version of Mina in the canceled series of 2013. These 3 versions of Mina are all strong women on different levels.

Don't make me say what I didn't say. I love the original version of Dracula, and I really hope one day to have a more or less faithful adaptation, but the rewritings of the characters of Dracula and Mina are not to be demonized. I also think that we will surely continue in the future to have versions where Mina and Dracula are associated together as lovers, as other times not. Maybe one day we'll even have a version with Dracula and Jonathan officially partnered as lovers. Who knows ? And everything will simply depend on the writing of the characters. On the other hand, yes, I am a little exasperated by the tendency to make Jonathan a character either bland or an asshole in certain adaptations. Give me the adorable Harker from the book for a change please... Anyway, these are my thoughts on the various adaptations of the Dracula myth !

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Earth-18104

Since I started getting more into Marvel I made a bunch of Ocs for the media, and with time I created a whole universe to insert them in the stories. So I'm gonna start posting here my personal time-line.

These events include stories from the comics, a bit of the cartoons and the movies. Many events or characters have their backstories changed and I will include my ocs here.

It's just a project I do for fun (and has been taking my mind in the last years help). It's not complete. There's still a lot to work but I got the basics.

(This is a rewrite from my other blog :P)

Time-line

B. C - Events

• Okkara and the Enriched

• Birth of Apocalypse

• Hela and the Asgardians

• The Clan Akkaba

A. C. - Events

• Fall of Strontia

• Thanos' birth

• Creation of the Ten Rings

• Fall of Titan

15th/ 16th / 17th Century - Events

• Odin brings the Tesseract to Earth

• Rise of Count Dracula

• Apocalypse and the Army of Darkness defeat Dracula

• Fall of Tenochtitlán

• Creation of Talokan and birth of K'uk'ultan

• Trial of Agatha Harkness

• Apocalypse is sealed by his subordinates

• Selene Essex becomes Lady Sinister

18th / 19th Century - Events

• Mystique's birth

• Victor Creed's birth

• Sanguinária's birth (OC)

• Logan's birth

• Howlett's Tragedy

• Irene Adler and Raven Darkholme meet

• Fall of Akkaba Clan

• Origins: Wolverine I

20th Century

1900 - 1930 - Events

• Origins: Wolverine II

• Wolrd War I

1940 - Events

• World War II

• Johann Schmist finds the Tesseract

• Steve Rogers becomes Captain America

• Bucky Barnes becomes his partner

• Phineas Horton creates the original Torch

• Sgt. Nick Fury and the Howling Commandos

• Foundation of Weapon X by Dr. Abraham Cornelius Truett

• Captain America dissappears and Bucky Barnes is taken by HYDRA

• Logan marries Itsu. Later she is murdered by the Winter Soldider and his son is taken

• Cain Marko and Charles Xavier become stepbrothers

• Wong starts his training in Kamar-Taj

• Howard Stak works for SHIELD

1950 - Events

• Cain Marko and Charles Xavier fight in the Korean War. Marko dissapears after finding the Temple of Cyttorak

• Max Eisenhardt marries Magda

• The original Torch dissapears / dies

• Logan meets Silverfox

• Magda and their daughter dies, Max Eisenhardt changes his name to Erik Lehnsherr

• 1950 Avengers

1960 - Events

• Charles Xavier meets Moira Mactaggert and Gabrielle Haller

• Sabretooth and Wolverine join Team X

• Adam Brashear becomes Blue Marvel

1970 - Events

• Professor X, Magneto, Mystique and Destiny create the first team of X-Men

• X-Men '72

• Adamantiun tests

• Team X breaks out

• Xavier VS Shadow King

1980 - Events

• Captain Marvel

• Ghost Rider

• The Incredible Hulk

• Iron Man

• Ant-Man and Wasp

• The Summers Incident

• Hawkeye and Mockingbird

Age of Heroes - The first famous groups of heroes start to rise, the first conflicts earth went through after FF, the Avengers, the X-Men, the Defenders, Guardians of the Galaxy, Young Avengers, Power Pack and the others formed.

1989 - Events

• The Fantastic Four

• Puppet Master

1990 - Events

• The Avengers

° (Iron Man, Captain America, Thor, Wasp, Ant Man, Hulk, Mockingbird, Hawkeye)

1991 - Events

• Jessica Drew works for SHIELD as Arachne

• Logan adopts Amiko Kobayashi

• Matt Murdock debuts as Daredevil

1992 - Events

• The X-Men

° (Cyclops, Marvel Girl, Angel, Iceman and Beast)

• The Brotherhood of Evil Mutants

• X-Men VS Juggernaut

• Sam Wilson becomes the Falcon

1993 - Events

• Simon Williams joins the Masters of Evil as Wonder Man

• New Avengers

° (Black Panther, Hercules, Quicksilver, Scarlet Witch, Hawkerye, Falcon)

• Jennifer Walters becomes She-Hulk

1994 - Events

• Sue Storm and Reed Richards Wending

• The Fantastic Four meets Black Panther

• Dane Withman becomes Black Knigt

• Z'Nox attack

• Wade Wilson becomes Deadpool

• Silver Sufer and Galactus

• Alex Summers becomes an X-Man

• Betsy Braddock becomes Captain Britain

1995 - Events

• Mesmero attacks Krakoa. Lorna Dane joins the X-Men as Polaris

• The X-Men and the Okkari

• Patsy Walker becomes Hellcat

• Peter Parker becomes Spider-Man

• Jessica Jones becomes Jewel

• Heroes for Hire (Luke Cage and Danny Rand)

• Norman Osborn becomes the Green Goblin

• Natasha Romanoff leaves the Red Room and joins SHIELD, working alongside Mockingbird and Hawkeye

• Frankie Raye joins the Fantastic Four as Photon.

• The Avengers battle against Ultron and Vision

• Among us stalk the Sentinels! Ororo Muroe and Sean Cassidy join the X-Men

• Frank Castle becomes the Punisher

• Jean Grey absorbed the power of the Phoenix

1996 - Events

• Hank McCoy joins the Avengers

• Greer Nelson becomes Tigra

• Secret Empire

• Avengers / Defenders War

• Flint Marko becomes Sandman

• Second Genesis.

• Hulk VS Wolverine

• Cyclops starts a new team of X-Men

° (Wolverine, Storm, Thunderbird, Colossus, Nightcrawler and Sunfire)

• X-Men VS Erik the Red and D'Ken

• Wanda Maximoff and the Darkhold

• Darren Cross becomes Yellow Jacket

• Wanda uses her magic to create her sons

• Mystique and Destiny start a new Brotherhood of Evil Mutants

• Kitty Pryde and Alison Blaire join Xavier's Institue

• Dark Phoenix and death of Jean Grey. Cyclops leaves the team

• Kree / Skrull War

1997 - Events

• Days of Future Past. Rachel Summers and Lucas Bishop join the X-Men

• Cyclops meets Madelyne Prior.

• Rogue absorves Carol Danvers powers

• Rhino VS Spider-Man

• The trial of Hank Pym

• X-Men VS the Brood

• She-Hulk joins the Avengers

• Wanda and Vision find out their sons are magic creations of the Darkhold

• Illyana Rasputin is captured and taken to the Limbo

• New Mutants

• The Morlocks

• Rogue joins the X-Men. Logan marries Mariko.

• Beta Ray Bill!

• Venom arrives at Earth

• Hawkeye creates the West Coast Avengers

• Forge joins the X-Men

• Curtis Connors becomes the Lizard

1998 - Events

• Jean Grey returns

• Nathan Summers is born

• Mutant Massacre

• Madelyne is corrupted by the demon N'Astirh, becoming the Goblin Queen

• Asteroid M

• Fall of the Mutants

• Franklin Richards is born

• The Punisher took over the Assassins' Guild, and later became a substitute teacher while investigating drug trafficking at a school

• Wolverine and Jubilee work together against the Hand

• Gambit joins the X-Men

• Genosha X-Tinction Agenda

• Legacy Virus

1999 - Events

• Kree/Shi'ar War

• X–Cutioner Song

• Rise of Midnight's Children

• Maximum Carnage

• Fatal Attractions

• Bloodties. Fabian Cortez kidnaps Luna Maximoff

• Sabretooth goes to the X-Men after he starts losing control of his feral side

• Cyclops and Marvel Girl marry

• Generation Next and Phalanx events. Emma Frosts takes the new mutants as her students. Blink dissapears.

• The Hellions die

• Peter Parker meets Olivia Octavius, who later becomes Dr. Octopus

• Sabretooth escapes. Angel loses his wings

• Ozyamndias comes to warn the X-Men about the return of Apocalypse

2000 - Events

• Jessica Drew joins the Heroes for Hire

• Graydon Creed's assassination

• Apocalypse returns with his Horsemen

• Okkara is revealed to the world

2001 - Events

• Mantis, the Celestial Madonna, creates Adam Warlock using the Mind Stone

• Gamora, Mantis, Drax, Groot, Adam and Rocket become the Guardians of Galaxy

• The Thunderbolts

2002 - Events

• Sepent Crown's arc. Lemuria and Talokan are revealed to the world

2003 - Events

• Jessica Drew returns as a heroes and joins the Heroes for Hire with Cage and Rand

2004 -

• The start of Infinity Gaulent arc.

° Earth's heroes lose the battle to Thanos. Half of the Universe dissapears.

• The X-Men split in Team Gold and Team Blue to defend the mutant kind

2005 -

2006 -

• Peter Parker and Mary Jane Watson marry

2007 -

2008 -

2009 -

• Mayday Parker is born

• Power Pack debuts as a new group of children superheroes

° Jack (12) as Zero-G, Julie (10) as Lightspeed, Jack (8) as Mass Master, and Kate Powers (5) as Energizer.

2010 -

• The Avengers, X-Men, Fantastic Four, Guardians of Galaxy and Denfenders join forces to fight Thanos once more

• Event Infinity Gaulent ends.

2011 -

• The Avengers rebuilt their base.

• Scott Lang joins the team as the new Ant-Man.

• Charles Xavier re-opens the Academy X

2012 -

• E is for Extinction

• Riot at Xavier's

• Runaways!

• Jean Grey dies fighting Xorn

• Gitfted / The Mutant Cure

2013 -

• X-23 (13) tries to assassinate Logan. She changes her name to Laura Kinney

• Secret Wars

• Winter Soldier returns

• The Gray family is killed by Death Commandos Shi'ar

• Vulcan leaves Earth, deciding to take revenge on D'ken for the death of his mother

• M-Day happens

• Academia X changes the X-Men program

• With the help of rebels, Vulcan escapes from prison and frees Deathbird

• Peter Quill joins the Guardians of Galaxy

2014 -

• The Young Avengers!

° Iron Lad (16), Kate Bishop (17/18), Wiccan, Speed (16), Patriot (16), Hulking (16), Sting (14), Jonas

• The New X-Men

• Hearing about Vulcan's escape, Prestige, Thunderbird, Warpath, Xavier, Darwin, Nightcrawler, Havok, Lorna and Petra leave Earth

° Korvus Rook'shir is freed; Lilandra Neramani loses the title of Empress

• D'Ken wakes up and takes his title and asks Vulcan and Dearthbird to stay by his side

• William Stryker and his Purifiers attacks Xavier's Institute

• Vulcan's royal marriage and coronation as Shi'ar Emperor

2015 -

• Civil War

• World War Hulk

• Birth of the Mutant Messiah

• Kang's Dinasty

° The Avengers and other heroes fight Kang.

° Sam Wilson becomes Captain America

2016 -

• The mutants move to the new Utopia

• War of Kings. Inhumans, X-Men, Starjammers and Guardians of Galaxy against Vulcan

° Lilandra dies during battle; Rachel Grey avenges her family; Black Bolt defeats Vulcan

° At Lilandra's funeral, Kallark becomes majestor

• Reed Richards founds the Future Foundation

° Alex Power (19), Dragon Man, Moloids Tong, Turg, Mik and Korr, Bentley 23 (10), Artie Maddicks (20), Leech (19), Julie Powers (17), Jack Powers (15), Kate Powers (12), Valéria Richards (9), Franklin Richards (13).

• The Skrull Invasion takes place on Earth

2017 -

• Dark Reign

• The Inner Circle attacks Genosha

• Hope returns as the Messiah

• Annihilators

• Hank Pym opens the Avengers Academy

• Young Avengers: Children's crusade

• Generation Hope

• Attack on the Mutant History Museum

• Sabretooth becomes the Invisible King of Asia

2018 -

• The Schism between the X-Men happens

• Fear Itself

° Thor becomes King of Asgard

• Apocalypse Solution

° Warren Worthington III becomes heir of Apocalypse

° Genesis, clone of Apocalypse, wakes from his chamber

• Logan opens the Jean Grey School For Higher Learning

° There's a room where the light won't find you (Watxm fanfic)

• Miles Morales (13) becomes Spider-Man

• Sabretooth and his goons kidnaps Genesis

2019 -

• The Phoenix returns

° Hope Summers fixes the mistake made during M-Day, sacrificing herself.

° Rachel Grey becomes the new host of Phoenix.

• Rage of Ultron.

° Hank Pym sacrifices himself to defeat Ultron once for all

• Terrigenesis Mist Arc

2020 -

• Khamala Khan (16) becomes Ms. Marvel

• Jean Foster is diagnosed with cancer, later she becomes an Valkyrie

• Moon Girl (9), together with Devil Dinosaur, tries to become a superhero

• Riri Williams (15) debuts as IronHeart

• Robert Reyes debuts as the new Ghost Rider

2021 -

• Dead Man Logan

° Logan dies and is buried in a secret place in Canada. Storm becomes the new headmistress at JGS.

• Ms. Marvel, Nova and Spider-Man create the new Champions

2022 -

• Strange Academy

2023 -

• The Mutants create Krakoaland

• Empyre Event: Kree Alliance - Skrull

2024 -

• Mayday Parker becomes Spider-Girl.

[i-mustache-your-opinion]

Meet The Competitors

Preliminaries have officially ended! Combining the winning characters from the preliminaries with the characters who received 3+ nominations during the submission period, we have officially finalized our 128 competitors. It will take some time to get the brackets and Round 1 polls together, so in the meantime here is the complete list of competitors for those who are curious.

Mustache Girl (A Hat in Time)

Count Olaf (A Series of Unfortunate Events)

Damon Gant (Ace Attorney)

The Judge (Ace Attorney)

Marvin Grossberg (Ace Attorney)

Ice King (Adventure Time)

Magnus Burnsides (The Adventure Zone: Balance Arc)

Gordito Delgado (The Adventures of Dr. McNinja)

Captain Archibald Haddock (The Adventures of Tintin)

Hercule Poirot (Agatha Christie's Poirot)

Brewster (Animal Crossing)

Heimerdinger (Arcane: League of Legends)

Iroh (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Lawrence Betelgeuse Shoggoth (Beetlejuice: The Musical)

Bob Belcher (Bob's Burgers)

Tim Lockwood (Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs)

Jet Black (Cowboy Bebop)

Watari (Death Note)

Senshi (Delicious in Dungeon)

Harry Du Bois (Disco Elysium)

The Master (Doctor Who)

Sebastian (Doki Doki Precure)

Cranky Kong (Donkey Kong)

Captain Villads (The Dragon Prince)

The Lorax (Dr. Seuss)

Ramuh (Final Fantasy)

Cervantes (Fire Emblem: Awakening)

Alex Louis Armstrong (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Maes Hughes (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Kintoleski (Futari wa Precure Splash Star)

Kratos (God of War)

Lan Qiren (Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation)

Old Man McGucket (Gravity Falls)

Stan Pines (Gravity Falls)

Gordon Freeman (Half-Life)

Mumbo Jumbo (Hermitcraft)

The King of Town (Homestar Runner)

Seneca Crane (The Hunger Games)

Isaac Netero (Hunter x Hunter)

Gyro Zeppeli (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure)

The King of All Cosmos (Katamari)

Solomon David (Kill Six Billion Demons)

Chourou (Kira Kira Precure a la Mode)

Ganondorf (The Legend of Zelda)

Daruk (The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild)

King Rhoam Bosphoramus Hyrule (The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild)

King Harkinian (The Legend of Zelda CD-i)

Morshu (The Legend of Zelda CD-i)

Yosemite Sam (Looney Tunes)

Gandalf (Lord of the Rings)

Gimli (Lord of the Rings)

Treebeard (Lord of the Rings)

Daisuke Jigen (Lupin III)

Tim Wright (Marbel Hornets)

Broque Monsieur (Mario & Luigi)

Mr. Sinister (Marvel)

Odin Borson (Marvel)

The Bowler Hat Guy (Meet the Robinsons)

William Murderface (Metalocalypse)

Rich Uncle Pennybags (Monopoly)

Danjuro "Gentle Criminal" Tobita (My Hero Academia)

Shouta "Eraserhead" Aizawa (My Hero Academia)

Yamada "Present Mic" Hizashi (My Hero Academia)

Master Wu (Ninjago)

Maestro (Once Upon a Time...)

Dracule Mihawk (One Piece)

Edward "Whitebeard" Newgate (One Piece)

Franky (One Piece)

Gan Fall (One Piece)

Gol D. Roger (One Piece)

Jinbe (One Piece)

Kaido (One Piece)

Killer (One Piece)

Marshall "Blackbeard" D. Teach (One Piece)

Rob Lucci (One Piece)

Sanji (One Piece)

Trafalgar D. Water Law (One Piece)

Usopp (One Piece)

Zeff (One Piece)

Darius Deamonne (The Owl House)

Dell Clawthorne (The Owl House)

Paul Blart (Paul Blart: Mall Cop)

Davy Jones (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Entei (Pokémon)

Kricketune (Pokémon)

Probopass (Pokémon)

Raikou (Pokémon)

Samurott (Pokémon)

Sealeo (Pokémon)

Stoutland (Pokémon)

Drayden (Pokémon: Black & White)

Captain Kamado (Pokémon Legends: Arceus)

Warden Ingo (Pokémon Legends: Arceus)

Count Dracula (Popular Culture)

Santa Claus (Popular Culture)

Inigo Montoya (The Princess Bride)

Julius Pringles (Pringles)

Agent Wyoming (Red vs Blue)

James Ironwood (RWBY)

Remus Sanders (Sanders Sides)

Norville "Shaggy" Rogers (Scooby Doo)

Sea Hawk (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power)

Ned Flanders (The Simpsons)

Master Eon (Skylanders)

Papa Smurf (The Smurfs)

Dr. Ivo "Eggman" Robotnik (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Kamaji (Spirited Away)

SpongeBob SquarePants (The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie)

Henry Henderson (Spy x Family)

Will Riker (Star Trek: The Next Generation)

Mirrorverse Spock (Star Trek: The Original Series)

Obi-Wan Kenobi (Star Wars)

Hades (Supergiant Games' Hades)

King Bob-omb (Super Mario)

Luigi (Super Mario)

Mario (Super Mario)

Toadsworth (Super Mario)

Waluigi (Super Mario)

Wario (Super Mario)

R.J. MacReady (The Thing)

Ricky LaFleur (Trailer Park Boys)

Minimus Ambus (Transformers)

Asgore Dreemurr (Undertale)

Coran Hieronymus Wimbleton Smythe (Voltron: Legendary Defender)

Jimmy T (WarioWare)

Nigel Thornberry (The Wild Thornberrys)

Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

Professor Crumbs (Wizards of Waverly Place)

[magaprima]

MY COMFORT LIST.

Comfort food(s): I don't really have comfort food as food isn't something I go for when I'm stressed or sad, I tend to lose my appetite, but foods I love to indulge in when treating myself or just being greedy are chocolate, chips (fries to non-UK people), cheesecake, bagels, pancakes, veggie sushi,

Comfort drink(s): Pink Lucozade, G-Spot, Green Cola,

Comfort movie(s): The Little Mermaid (1989). Pocahontas. I love a lot of movies, and I find comfort in many, but those are the two I go to when I'm sad or having an anxiety attack, they instantly calm me. Animations are big in my comfort movie-wise, particularly ones from my childhood. Jurassic Park is a non-animation comfort film. Most things with Rita Hayworth. And Christopher Robin.

Comfort show(s): Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, The X Files, Bones, Brooklyn Nine Nine, Golden Girls,

Comfort clothing: I don't have any particular clothes for comfort, but I definitely have jewellery. I have bracelets with certain fictional characters on them and I wear different ones depending on which character I need to take strength from. I always wear my grandmother's diamond ring and her amythest ring, and my mother's wedding ring (she's alive, she's just divorced and doesn't like the ring haha). I always have certain necklaces I wear. And I have my ear lobes pierced twice on both sides, and in the second piercing, I always have earrings that are either crystals or mermaid themed (special interest comfort zone)

Comfort song(s: Judge me all you like but putting on Taylor Swift music instantly calms me, I think it's the poetry of the lyrics so my mind instantly starts saying the words along with her. Also the full Legacy soundtracks (that have complete scores) of The Little Mermaid, Pocahontas, Hunchback of Notre Dame.

Comfort book(s): Oh god I can't list them all. Every book is a comfort book to me. But I love all the Tempe Brennan books, I love my Jane Austen, I love the Ingo books, I love Terry Pratchett (Particular the witch books or Death ones), I love Agatha Christie, I freaking adore The Invocations which is the best new novel I've read all year, Dracula and Treasure Island are two classics I reread very often, the list goes on! I can't live without my many, many, MANY books.

Comfort game(s): I'm not a gamer. I never had games as a child or any gamestation, and I don't have any now, so I have zero knowledge here. Does Disney Speedstorm on mobile count? It's like Disney meets Mario?

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[chelsfic]

Sacrificial Bride part 3 - Dracula x Agatha

Part One | Part Two | Masterlist

Summary: Every year the residents of Brasov present their marriage age daughters to Count Dracula who chooses one of them to be his bride. Count Dracula wishes to find his perfect match but he's been so far unsuccessful. Agatha is due to leave for the convent and finally start her life of devotion and study. She just has to get through this one last harvest night...one final selection and she'll be free. As long as the Count passes her over as he's done every other year...

A/N: I bet you thought you’d seen the last of me. Sorry this is so short. 

Warnings: Forced marriage, really slow updates

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Agatha hated to admit it, but Dracula was right. As time passed she found that the dream of freedom waiting for her at year’s end did, indeed, lift her spirits. She still treated her “husband” with disdain and loathing, but she no longer spent days at a time in limp despondency. Instead, she decided to make use of this time by beginning her research. After all, she wished to serve the Lord by using her masterful mind to discover spiritual truths. Why should she delay until taking vows? Especially when she had such unique access to the foul enemy of God right under this roof!

“Count Dracula…” she began one evening over dinner. Her dinner, of course. Dracula sat across from her at the grand dining table with an empty plate before him.

“My dear, we are husband and wife. You may call me Vlad...or darling...or master…,” Dracula’s voice drifted into a seductive purr and Agatha rolled her eyes.

“Count Dracula,” she repeated with more force, “how did you come to live here?”

Dracula’s soulless, black eyes reflected the light of the fireplace as he parted his lips in wolf’s grin.

“Why, I was born here, of course, Agatha. Just like you,” he answered with a little quirk of his lips as if it were a silly question.

Agatha’s eyes sharpened and her brows knit together in confusion, “Born? You mean to say that a vampire is born like a human man?”

Dracula didn't answer for a moment, he merely sat there, tracing the rim of his empty wine glass with one elegant finger and watching Agatha thoughtfully. He’d showered her in material gifts, given her every comfort, and still she remained cold to him. But this. There was a fire in her eyes that hadn’t been there before. He inhaled deeply through his nose and he could smell the curiosity, the yearning, the desire for knowledge. Perhaps this...he could work with.

“Would you like to know about my history, sweet Agatha?” His voice was a deep drawl that filled the air of the room. “Would you like me to tell you about vampires? That you might serve your Church to fight against the...forces of darkness.”

He chuckled as he finished his sentence but Agatha was hooked. She stared at him now with feverish intensity and her cheeks flushed.

“Yes, Count,” she breathed. Please. Anything to make her feel like she had a purpose again.

Dracula let her hang on the moment, tilting his head from side to side with a frown as if he was considering whether or not to grant her request.

“Very well,” he finally decided. “I’ll give you your answer, little wife. And in exchange I’ll ask you for just a small favor. Something very simple…”

Agatha flinched back at his words and it was on the tip of her tongue to deny him. But…

But, how she longed to learn about his nature! In her heart of hearts she recognized this impulse for what it was: pride. She wished to be the most learned, the most knowledgeable investigator into Satan’s powers on earth. And if this was to be the only way…

“What would you have of me?” Agatha asked, her voice like cut crystal--sharp yet fragile.

The Count smirked and gave her a falsely comforting look as he explained, “Nothing so terrible, dear. Only this: call me Vlad. From now on you will call me by my given name. And in exchange I will tell you how I was born to this world.”

Agatha felt like a fly caught in a spider’s web. Worse--all this time she’d thought she was outwitting the spider, waiting him out until the year closed in order to escape him. But now she saw what a masterful predator this spider was. Because despite her every instinct, despite the voice in her head crying to her not to make deals with the Devil’s agents, she could hear herself saying the words that would seal the bargain.

“Fine,” she snapped, and then, haltingly, “...Vlad.”

The wide smile that spread over the Count’s lips scared her more than anything had so far. She felt as though she’d just signed her name in the Devil’s ledger, taken the first step down the path to sin. Save me, my Lord, she silently begged.

“You’ve made me very happy, Agatha,” he murmured, holding her in the deadly tunnel of his gaze for a moment before finally releasing her with a clap of his hands, “Well, it’s very simple, darling. I was born just as you were. To human parents. I grew up here, in this castle, with every expectation of living my life as a warrior lord. I would fight, kill, conquer, and then return home to wed and make an heir. That was the plan, anyway.”

Agatha shook her head slowly, forgetting to address him with her customary disdain as she questioned, “But--I don’t understand. You mean to say that you were born a human man?”

Dracula gave a haughty laugh as he answered, “Hard to believe, isn’t it?”

“But then...what happened to make you this way? Did you sell your soul to the Devil?”

Dracula shook his finger, “So many questions in that fascinating head of yours, Agatha. And I’ll answer them all if you’re willing to pay the price...but that’s enough for tonight I think, my love.”

Agatha sat back in her chair, trembling a little with the implications of his words. He would allow her research, cooperate with her questioning. But only for a price. What price would the Devil ask of her?

“It’s getting late,” he murmured, standing up and coming round the table to her side. He offered her his hand and Agatha stared at it for a long moment, waging an internal battle between her intellect, her fear and her faith. Dracula watched her torn emotions play out on her face as he waited. 

“So it is,” she answered, placing her smaller hand in his and allowing him to assist her from her seat. “...Vlad.”

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[thealoofmystery]

A Vampire and a Nun, standing at the gate of a convent after the sun has long set.

The Vampire? Count Dracula himself. A Prince of exceptional learning and attainment. The best and most successful vampire of his time who has learnt to drink blood well. A Vampire on an expedition.

The Nun? Agatha Van Helsing, a Nun with a fascination with everything dark and evil. Known for her expertise in Witchcraft and Occult. An Educated woman in a Crucifix.

What will happen next as the Nun incites the Vampire? Will the Devil deliver her to God? Or will the Vampire manage to steal her breath and rattle the chains of her faith?

Read my new Dragatha one shot, "Crossroads." to find out what happens next. 😉❤️

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36334894

This fanfic is a part of the series named,

The Count and his Nun.

I'll be posting more fics for this series soon.

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~ Love, Ralfie. 💖

[ravenathantum]

I just could not keep it for myself ... the sexual tension is soooo obvious :D

I am just not sure who says it :) Agatha or Dracula?

[prxdk]

[agir1ukn0w]

If I weren’t completely occupied with another (Reylo) fanfic, I would totally be writing the Dracula x Agatha AU fic where they both survive because when Agatha drank his blood her cancer was cured (because I decided in this universe vampires have crazy healing abilities so therefore their blood has super-healing powers), and so he stops drinking her blood when he realizes it doesn’t kill him, and he takes her to the hospital (carrying her in his arms ofc) where they heal the puncture wounds in her neck and he stays by her side the whole time because he’s decided he doesn’t want to live forever if it means living without her, so afterwards they go off together and become supernatural crime-fighting partners, fall in love and live happily ever after.

[jonnyconstantine]

not the first idea...

[dirthavarens]

Late Night Work {Dragatha}

Fandom: Dracula (2020) Characters: Count Dracula, Agatha Van Helsing Relationship: Dracula/Agatha Rating: Explicit Warnings: None Word Count: 3796 Notes: Yeah, it’s Vampire!Agatha related, leave me ALONE.   Gifted to: R (for always being the inspiration I need to keep going)

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Agatha, having closed her book on succubi found throughout southern European nations, looked to her husband with silent amusement. His dark brows were drawn together in annoyance as he focused on the papers in his hands. They twitched slightly when his foul mood slipped between the cracks of his collected facade. It had been some time since she had found him in such a state. The last having been one caused by a very unpleasant run-in with the law and resulted in more bribe money and dead bodies than she cared for.

Dracula brought a hand to his face and rested his two forefingers against his temple, rubbing the spot as though it would help settle his despondency. Agatha admired the way the light painted shadows across his visage, outlining his jaw and nose, giving him a sharper, more severe, profile. He gave a sigh through his nostrils, quiet enough not to disturb his wife, despite not knowing that she was focused entirely on him. His torso moved enough to draw her attention downward to explore more of him.

The column of his throat looked particularly appetizing as he swallowed and flipped a page, behaving surprisingly human in his focus. Her tongue ran along the inside of her lips, peeking between them enough to part them and let out a breath. From there, Agatha turned her attention south to his clavicle, remembering how it felt beneath her lips the days before.

She paused, closed her mouth, as her gaze settled on his torso. His chest was exposed beneath his red wine button up, the first three undone, and gave her a view of the deep onyx curls that resided there. How wonderful his fur felt between her fingers, the still of his chest faltering as she would trace patterns through it. Her fingertips flexed involuntarily at the still-fresh memory.

Continuing her journey as a silent voyeur, Agatha looked down to his thighs and noticed the frustrated rigidity of his posture ran entirely to his feet. For a vampire, he was far too tense. Even more so for a man of his standing. Without a sound, she placed her novel onto the stand beside the sofa, an idea coming to mind.

An unsettling flip of a page was paired with his finger meeting his brow in frustration. He could do with a break. A mountain of paperwork, even for a vampire, crammed into one night because they couldn't keep their hands to themselves when Agatha returned, proved to be a challenge. She had been away for a month, off exploring ancient ruins and studying the mythology related thereto, and he had been busy making investments in both businesses and properties, securing more funds than necessary. His hubris was always at work, especially in her absence.

When she stepped off the airplane, he had been waiting in broad daylight for her. Once, that would have sent a surge of consternation through her. Once, her mortality would have been threatened. But she could not help but return the toothy smile he granted her, both relieved to see one another after their brief separation.

The drive home had been awash with clear intent for what the near future would hold, despite Agatha regaling tales of her adventures. His hands were on her before her key entered the lock, gripping tightly at her thighs. He had muttered enough filth in her ear to make her squirm in his hold as she felt her juices soak the fabric of her undergarments.

For the days that followed, he fucked her to oblivion, made love to her, and worshiped every inch of her body. Knowing that he still had work to do, she had cautioned him to complete the paperwork and transcribe it to his laptop, but ever true to himself, he was persistent. He wanted only her, focused only on her, her needs and her comforts. Not that she had complained.

Deftly, she stood from the sofa and crossed the room to where he sat. She squeezed at his shoulders and gently massaged them with her thumbs. Only then did he withdraw his attention from his work. The hand that had been placed at his temple moved to grab at hers as his tension eased under her touch.

“Finished already?” he inquired as he craned his neck to look up at her. “At this rate, I’ll have to purchase encyclopedias for you to read, though they are rather boring.”

Her free arm dropped lower, her hand slipping under his shirt to tease at his chest hair as she slowly spun him around in the chair. Before he could protest, she grabbed the documents from his hand and rested it on the desk. With her breathing steady, she straddled him, a hand resting at his cheek.

“A vampire has no business turning to stone,” she started, the wicked smirk on her lips growing as her face moved closer to his. “Count Dracula, I advise you to take a break before finishing your work.”

"Agatha, darling, I know when I’ve reached my limits," he paused and caught what was gleaming in her eyes. Dracula shifted and grabbed at her hips, returning her smile with one of his own. "But you make a rather compelling argument."

With a tantalizingly tender kiss, she disarmed him entirely, a hum in the back of his throat signifying her victory. He deepened it, sliding his tongue between her lips as he leaned forward in his seat. Agatha could taste his meal from hours before, the particular song of blood seeping into her taste buds as he held tight to her. When they broke the kiss, Dracula shifted to place his lips against her throat, grazing his teeth against the flesh and drawing a sigh of approval from his wife.

“Gorgeous sound, that,” he purred before pricking the skin below her jaw with his fangs. Agatha drew in a hiss and tightened her grip on him as she felt her own feral urges begin to sweep through her frame. The former nun rocked forward, thinking purely now of her body, and moaned ever so softly as he ran his tongue over the fast-healing wounds. “Ooo, I enjoyed that one, too.”

“Mm, perhaps you should continue. It is late and you must have this finished by morning, yes?” Her sharp nails dug into his shoulders as she held to him, trying to keep her bearings as he toyed with her. Another, more productive, thought was forming in her head as he pulled her tight against hard mass in his trousers.

Before he could act any further, she was sliding down to her knees before him. Agatha looked up at him with her grin firmly in place and pulled him closer before resting her hands on his upper thighs.

“Tsk, tsk. You’ve played on my hedonistic tendencies and you know better than anyone I simply can’t resist,” Dracula returned after clicking his tongue. He placed his hands over hers and slowly guided them to his belt. “Just as you know I cannot refuse my Countess.”

Agatha made intentionally slow work of his belt and went even slower as she unzipped his trousers. The boxer briefs beneath were the same shade as his pants and pooled in an onyx void around his ankles as Agatha tugged them down. When his cock sprung free, she felt her interest grow and reached for it.

Never had she thought she would find any genitalia attractive, especially not a man’s member, but when she saw his dick, something in her was drawn to it. Sex was not something that had ever been high on her priority list. That changed when he came barrelling into her life, naked and covered in blood at the convent. It had called to a darker part of her, perhaps the part that knew her fate. Perhaps, her soul had known his throughout the ages, finding him and connecting whenever Fate found it fitting.

Dracula moved forward in the seat, his gaze honed in on Agatha. Her hair fell to one side as she shifted closer and swept it over her shoulder so as to make what came next easier. Without another moment’s hesitation, Agatha pressed her lips to his cockhead, her tongue coming out to coat it in saliva. She brought him slowly into her mouth as her jaw accommodated for the girth of his cock, shifting as she took him deeper.

Above, she heard a warm sigh of approval and took that as permission to continue, pulling her head up as her tongue worked along his shaft, suctioned loosely to him. Her mouth dripped over him, making him slick and easier to tighten her lips around as she worked the base of his cock with her hand.

She glanced up to take in the sight of him. Agatha watched with a sense of pride as his eyes slipped shut as she took him as deep as she could into her mouth. Only when he hit the back of her throat once, twice, thrice, did she release his cock from her mouth and worked him with her hand alone. His eyes opened to reveal a mixture of pleasure and confusion as his hips rocked up to chase the warm wetness of her mouth.

“Why did y--” He cut himself off when he caught sight of her. Her lips fixed in a smile and long brunette tresses messily tucked away as she twisted her wrist and pumped him. Even in his lust-hazed mind, she could see the adoration behind those infinitely dark eyes of his. “How beautiful you are.”

To her surprise, Dracula reached down, grabbed her wrist, pulled her hand away from his cock, and brought her up to meet his lips all in one fluid movement. He kissed her hard, stealing whatever saliva and breath was left as he swept his tongue into her mouth. Her hand returned to his erection as she returned the kiss, matching him as they set a rhythm.

“Wicked little thing,” he chuckled against her mouth as she pumped him in time with their kiss. Her hand didn’t remain there long, however, as he lifted her into the air, kicking off his shoes and trousers in the process.

“Only as wicked as I see appropriate,” she remarked as he sat her on the table and away from his papers.

“Appropriateness has no place here, Agatha.” Dracula all but ripped her slacks from her body, tearing at the underwear as he pulled the clothing from her body. Her blouse came next, her bra easily unclipped from the front. Her breasts fell from the cups and were quickly received by his eager mouth. “When I fuck you, I want it to be as inappropriate as possible and entirely wicked.”

Her fingers carded through short onyx locks as he teased her nipple, the sensation at the small point enough to make her sway forward. She pressed herself against his mouth, relishing the way his tongue rolled around the nub and teeth pricked gently as he sucked before pulling away. A clawed finger sank between her legs, running the length of her inner thigh and she spread them on instinct. With her ankles against the backs of his legs, she pulled him closer. Agatha did not want to feel his fingers toy with her entrance. She wanted him, his perfectly hard and dripping cock, inside of her without mercy. Enough, surely, to relieve the tension the papers beside her brought upon him.

He took her meaning and aligned himself, rubbing himself against her entrance and coating himself in her slick juices. She stifled a groan behind a bit lip as his erection ground against her clit.

“Now darling, that won’t do. Not in our own home,” he growled and yanked her hips to the end of the table. Her head hit the mahogany with a thud and she kicked at his ass with her heel. “I want to hear it all.”

Without another word, he plunged into her, giving no time for adjustment. A startled gasp ripped through her and he swept a hand under her back, drawing her up and kissing her as he slammed into her again. Agatha found hers nails digging into the fabric of his shirt, bunching and tearing it as he set a punishing pace. The table groaned beneath the force of his thrusts as it moved incrementally away from him.

She found her bearings as he took to shallow thrusts, fucking her with tip of his cock, and tore his shirt from his chest. The buttons clattered against the floor as the shirt hung loosely from his shoulders, lost to the growl sounding in his throat as he drove himself to the hilt inside of her.

He kissed her as he filled her to the brim and Agatha did her best to maintain focus. It shattered instantly as he moaned against her mouth. The warm rumble was stolen into her breath as she deepened the kiss all the while holding him tightly to her with her legs. He rocked inside of her as best he could with the position in which she had him locked, hitting a spot deep inside of her that had her hips shaking and pushing onto him. Whatever he gave her, she wanted more, more sensation, more of him. Everything was simultaneously enough and too much.

A symphony of praises and curses alike fell from her lips as he struck the final chord, as though pushing her from a mountain top and throwing her to the heavens. Agatha felt herself tear apart as she came hard around him, walls clenching to hold him in place as her hips writhed against him. Her legs broke their hold of him as her back arched against him, breaking the kiss and leaving him to play voyeur to her undoing.

She felt her orgasm spill from her as he pulled out and heard the breath of admiration come from above her. He loved to watch her lose herself to him, she knew, and felt no shame as her body twitched in the rush following her orgasm, every nerve feeling as though it were pure electricity.

When she opened her eyes, Agatha saw Dracula above her, a toothy and satisfied grin spread wide across his face. He leaned down, kissed her once upon her lips before drawing back. The lust had not left his eyes, and as he gently rolled her onto her stomach, Agatha understood why. However, she would not feel hardwood against her abdomen for long.

He sank back into her aching heat, even wetter than before, and pushed a few gentle thrusts into her, his grip firm at her hips as her legs supported her. Agatha refused to be fucked like a dog, refused to let the only contact be his hips against her ass. She pushed herself up, grabbed behind her and wrapped her hand into his hair. The other found his hip and dug into his flesh as he thrust hard into her.

With one hand over her abdomen, Dracula let the other wander to her breast and played with her nipple. Her head fell against his chest as he tugged the flesh between his fingers and found a steady pace. His hand traveled from her breast to her neck and Agatha rocked her hips backwards, sending him deeper into her as he kissed the side of her head.

“You’ll be my undoing, Agatha Van Helsing,” he groaned against her temple as he shifted and slipped out from her. Dracula turned her in his hold, lifted her into the air, and sank her onto his erection. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his hips, and kissed him as she raised and lowered herself on him.

His teeth gnashed against her bottom lip as she rolled down over and over, trying to break his restraint. Blood dripped from her mouth and he swept his tongue along the wound, swiftly taking it in like a starved wolf.  

“Would you not prefer to call me Countess Dracula?” The question caused him to falter beneath her, a thick swallow in his throat before he pressed her tightly against him and dropped them to the table below. His back landed against the surface with a thud and her hair fell around him, framing his face in waves of brunette.

“Always, my dear,” he breathed in return and reached for her face. “And as your Count, I have but one request.”

Agatha shifted into his touch as she freed herself from around his body and realigned herself with his cock. “Only one? A small number for such a gluttonous man.”

“Mm, selective, exclusive with such a unique beauty,” he chuckled and teased at her entrance. She shivered as she sank his head into her, telling herself that was as far as she could go. He moved his free hand to her hip and savagely thrust into her. “Never be gentle.”

Her claws dug into his chest as she cried out and exposed her fangs. They quickly set a rhythm of viciously slapping skin as Agatha rode him, bouncing on his dick with her head tossed back. Every groan, every breath fell into the air of his study, ringing against the walls until she could no longer hear herself. Dracula’s nails held her hips, secured loosely in the flesh, the sting at her sides drawing her back from ecstasy.

“Let,” she breathed out and looked at him. “Let me.”

Confusion had no place between them and Dracula silently obeyed instead of questioning her. Satisfied with his silence, Agatha grabbed his hands and removed them from her body and pushed them to the table on either side of him. He lifted his head and planted a kiss at her lips and she hovered atop him, so close to him, she could smell the combination of amber and blood along his skin.

His cock pulsed inside of her, constricting and twitching with each passing second she had not moved. She could feel he was close, knew he could not wait much longer for his release, and as she pressed her breasts against his furred torso, she felt him physically restrain himself from fucking into her.

“Good boy,” she hummed and placed a kiss on his neck. “Until I tell you otherwise, you are to remain still.”

Without another word, Agatha began to raise and lower herself on him. She went slowly at first, savored the heat pulsing against her walls, until she could no longer hold back. Something within her snapped as she rode him, quicker and harder with each motion, and Agatha found herself unable to regain control. Every motion of her hips sent him deeper, closer. She heard something cracking beneath them, but ignored the sound entirely, able only to hear their discordant claims of love and lust, voices thick and heady with the fire of their passion.

“Hold to me,” Agatha groaned quietly against the side of his head without breaking her increasingly haphazard motions.

He obeyed. A hand twined tightly into her hair and another wrapped over the small of her back to press her tightly to him. His cock shot into her like a piston as he took the liberty of fucking into her. Agatha’s head fell against the table and her teeth sank into his neck to keep herself from falling off some invisible plane. Her mind left her as she drank him in, another orgasm washing over her.

He rolled them, then, her teeth ripped from his neck as he drove into her. Each thrust proved less gentle than its predecessor, the wood beneath her creaking, and his hips stuttered as his orgasm came at last. Agatha shook and groaned as he emptied his seed into her, panting beneath him as though she needed air. Another push into her and he came again until he couldn’t help but slide out of her. His cum spilled from her entrance and he was quick to lap it up, fucking her now with his tongue to keep it in.

She ached terribly, but the feeling of his tongue delving into her and rubbing against her clit sent her over the edge one final time. His name burst from her lips as though he were God himself. She wrapped her thighs around his head as she writhed against him, nails digging into the wood and carving out animalistic marks deep enough to render it useless.

Once the shockwaves left her body, Agatha unwound her legs and looked down to see him already on the way up to kiss her. She met him in time and could taste the result of their sex on her tongue as she moaned softly into the kiss.

When he pulled away, Dracula’s eyes settled on the tablet. As he inspected the new marks a smile washed over him and his gaze flickered to Agatha then back to the damage. He removed himself entirely from the tabletop and Agatha joined him. He grabbed at the trim and rocked the table easily back and forth on now wobbly legs. The former nun could sympathize as her legs were no steadier.

He wrapped an arm around her, pulled her close to his side, and gave a sigh. “I do think it might be time for a new table. After all, this one could hardly withstand one go.”

Agatha hummed in agreement before looking to him, ignoring the various fluids and woodchips atop the table. While there rested amusement and relief in his eyes, she could tell he had, at one point, had some hopes for the table. She could also discern that he was considering commissioning a new one at that very moment.

“Surely you can finish your work in another room and leave your materialistic nature alone for the moment,” Agatha noted as she moved from him and gathered his trousers and undergarment.

She handed them to him and looked for the tattered remains of her own outfit, finding only her bra and blouse still intact. His bestial nature had cost her quite a number of clothes, but he always replaced them.

He took them from her and planted a kiss to her forehead. “I suppose work does often come before play, though I did rather enjoy our little break. I should put off my work more often.”

Agatha ran her tongue between her lips and shook her head disapprovingly. “That is not what you were to take away from this. Now, go finish before you lose contracts.”

“As my Countess commands,” he remarked with exaggeration before dressing. He quickly gathered the documents, swiping off any splinters that had appeared, and turned back to her. “Thank you, Agatha.”

“My pleasure.”

[flutteringphalanges]

UPCOMING HALLOWEEN ONE-SHOT (Maybe a two-shot, but kinda a parody?)

              Night of the Living Dead (And Then Some)

Summary: It’s 1897 and the world as we know it has become overrun with zombies. An unlikely pair, a former nun by the name of Agatha Van Helsing, and a blood-thirsty vampire, Count Dracula, have formed an alliance in the hopes of surviving this debacle. Can the two learn to coexist or will they end up as just another mindless cog in life’s maniacal wheel?

Ship: Agatha/Dracula

//So I’ve been AWOL for awhile now with writing. I realize I haven’t posted anything since September 4th. I’ve had a lot going on with school starting, my grandfather dying, and stupid writer’s block. HOWEVER this silly one shot plot came to mind and I thought that MAYBE I can get something “Halloween themed” out by Halloween. Stay tuned for a really strange Dragatha concept lol!

[emimuart]

The Vampire and The Nun.

Graphite on paper.

[simple-log]

I've been dying to meet you...

[abeford]

Bride with Spike :)

[chelsfic]

Pawn to a Queen - Dracula/Agatha Oneshot - Dracula 2020 fanfic

A/N: This is my love note to Dracula/Agatha. I adore this ship.

Rating: Mature/slightly explicit? It’s pretty tame by my standards, but it does end with the scene from the end of The Dark Compass.

Summary: Agatha’s spirit lives on in the place where Dracula keeps all of his victims. She keeps him company during the long years of sleep beneath the ocean’s surface. A deeper look at Agatha’s experience of what I lovingly refer to as “Dracula’s Blood Palace.” 

***

“When did I lose so many pieces? I was winning…”

“No, you’ve been losing from the start.”

Agatha. Quick-witted, sharp-tongued, unflappable Agatha. She feels a fog of confusion dulling her senses and slowing her thoughts. Finding words to respond to her leering, arrogant opponent is like swimming through molasses. Her tongue is heavy, her reflexes slow, a shiver crawls up her spine. Her eyes dance over the chess board but the pieces blur together, indistinguishable. 

The Count sits back in his chair, cradling the goblet of hot, thick nectar in his hands and regarding Agatha with a look of mingled affection and amusement. How he loves to watch his pets work it all out. It’s adorable, seeing their little human minds fit the puzzle pieces together. Agatha, though, is his finest conquest. So much intelligence, passion, wit, humor. She really is a delicacy and he’s so pleased he hasn’t rushed her. But time is almost up. All good things must end.

He guides her gently towards the realization. Answering her stammered questions and watching as she paces, hands trembling and eyes alight in suspicion and fear. 

“Are you drinking my blood?”

She’s worked herself up to the question, knowing the answer but still fearing to hear it spoken aloud. Poor Agatha. She spent her entire life searching for her God, crying out in prayer for intellectual proof of His existence. And now just as she’s found Him she’s torn away by a demon. Trapped in the beast’s domain and given a cruel mockery of the eternal life she was promised by the Church. It’s enough to make one weep. Or laugh.

Dracula can’t help himself, he stands up and stalks forward invading her personal space, looming over her and mocking her. He draws a finger dripping with her blood to his lips and sucks the sweet essence before her horrified eyes.

***

He comes back gradually to himself, perched over the nun’s weak body and lovingly lapping the spilled blood from her neck. Oh, Agatha, he muses nuzzling her pale cheek. If things were different I’d make you my bride. And how magnificent you’d be.

He hears footsteps and voices coming from below deck. Time for a show.

***

Dracula doesn’t feel the cold. He watches the flickering light of the burning ship as his body is swallowed up by the frigid waters. He turns his head and catches sight of a dark shape sinking below him. The last box of Transylvanian earth. His salvation. He moves through the water and reaches the box just as it hits the ocean floor creating a cloud of sand. As he opens the lid he feels a shiver on the back of his neck and looks up instinctively. She’s gorgeous. Dark tresses floating around her head like a halo, her face serene in peaceful sleep. Agatha’s body takes longer to sink to the bottom and he knows that the tide and the natural process of decay will not leave her undisturbed for long. Still, he likes that she will rest here beneath the waters with him. He watches her body settle into the sand beside the box. He does regret that there hadn’t been time to work on her, to make her like him. But, after all, death is not a parting for Dracula and his victims. He’ll be seeing her again soon.

He takes one last look at Agatha’s face, peaceful in death as he lowers himself into the box and moves to close the lid. His lips quirk in a smile as he goes to his rest.

Check mate, sweet Agatha.

***

There’s a fire crackling cheerfully in the hearth. The room is cozy, lined with shelves full of books in more languages than Agatha has dreamed of. She doesn’t remember how she got here. This should trouble her but she finds it doesn’t. She walks along the walls of overflowing shelves, running her fingertips along the spines and finally choosing a volume to take with her to the plush chair before the fire. She settles into the seat with her feet propped up on a low ottoman and the book nestled in her lap. There are two chairs placed in front of the hearth. Agatha looks over at the empty seat with furrowed brows, her mind grasping for a name, something she’s forgotten. At the sound of his voice everything comes rushing back and her spine straightens in alarm.

“Hello, Agatha,” Dracula’s voice lilts in a singsong tone as he enters the room from some unseen door and takes the other seat by the fire. “This is rather nice, isn’t it? To finally rest?”

She remembers everything. How Dracula attempted to frame her for the murders he’d committed. The desperate attempts to protect the remaining crew and passengers from him. Feeling at the last that she’d finally beat him. But no. She tastes the sour tang of failure and a miserable frown fills her face.

“You’ve killed me,” she states, struggling to sound matter-of-fact but hearing the tremor in her own voice that betrays her emotion.

Dracula shrugs his shoulders and steeples his clawed hands before his face, regarding her with a gimlet stare.

“It would appear so,” he sighs and then smiles at the memory, “And what a pretty corpse you made, Agatha, let me tell you.”

“Spare me,” she hisses with iron beneath her brittle voice. She stares into the fire for a long moment, thoughts spinning incoherently in her head. Or...or is it Count Dracula’s head? Does Agatha still exist as her own being or does every part of her belong to him now? 

“Why?” she asks, panicked desperation in her voice. “Why am I still here?”

Dracula quirks his head and regards her with a pitying look.

“It’s not so bad here, is it, Agatha? I’ve tried to make it pleasant for you,” he gestures at the room around them. “You have every book I’ve ever read. And look, behind you you’ll find a workshop where you can continue your studies.”

Agatha swivels to look over her shoulder and, indeed, where before there had been a solid wall of books now there is a little alcove with a workbench, notebooks, beakers, Bunsen burners and racks of specimen jars. She turns back to him, her expression stony. She will not allow him to feel as though he is being somehow magnanimous by giving her a pleasant prison.

She whispers her next words with fury, “And this is where my soul is to reside? Not with my Lord but with my murderer?”

Dracula furrows his brows in a mockery of sympathy, “I did tell you, Agatha, that I would carry you in my veins into the new world. Did I not? You’ll live with me, be a part of me, forever. But it needn’t be a torture for you.”

Agatha takes a long, shaky breath. She's determined not to show him the depth of her despair at those words.

“Why? Why have you made this place for me? Why care for my comfort?”

“Surely, after all we’ve been through... You didn’t think I’d let you suffer, Agatha?”

***

How long has she been here? There’s no way of measuring time in this place. It seems to act differently here than it did in the mortal realm. Agatha might choose a book to read, sit down for a moment in the warmth of the fire, and then rise later having finished the book with no memory of the time passing. On other occasions it feels as though she spends days at a time pacing the room in tight circles. Dracula responds to these bouts of anxiety and restlessness from her. He always appears shortly after her despair takes hold. She came to terms long ago with the fact that his presence has become a comfort to her. 

“Agatha, darling,” he whispers, grasping her shoulders in his strong hands and arresting her momentum in mid-stride. She’s in the midst of a nervous episode. He frowns down at her and rubs his palms along her upper arms. He’s found that his touch, his voice, offers comfort to her in these times. For all he delights in possessing her soul, he doesn’t wish for her to be restless, disturbed in this manner. “What’s bothering my brilliant Agatha today?”

“How long? Count Dracula, how long have I been here?” she straightens her spine and meets his eyes with the fiery bravery that first drew him to her.

He guides her to the armchairs with a hand on the small of her back and they take their usual seats before the fire. 

“What does it matter, darling?” he argues. “Counting the hours of an eternal life will only lead you to despair.”

Agatha ignores his pleading tone and carries on, “I wish to know how long it has been since my death. Excuse me, since my murder.”

Dracula rolls his eyes at her, “A little dramatic, don’t you think? Aren’t we friends now, finally?”

Agatha knows he has a point. They’ve shared hours of contented silence seated before the fire, days of deep conversation discussing the books she’s read. Dracula has held her as she sobbed in despair and he’s made her laugh telling the story of his life in the dry, sardonic tone that perfectly matches her sense of humor. There are days at a time when she can forget who he is, what he is. Not today.

“I wish to know,” she replies simply.

Dracula sighs and rubs a hand over his brow, “I’m...not sure.”

“What do you mean you are not sure?”

Dracula holds her gaze for a long moment. His dark eyes gleam unnaturally in the firelight, orbs of silver like a wolf’s eyes shining in the dark forest. A predator’s eyes.

“I’ve been...asleep,” he finally answers.

“What?”

“When I leave this place and return to my body I can feel the water on my skin, the packed earth beneath my back. I am still underwater, Agatha. Resting in the place you felled me.”

She feels a flash of victory but it’s short-lived.

“But...you live, still,” she states.

Dracula smiles wickedly, “Oh yes, darling. And I will walk again. It’s only a matter of...time.”

***

She feels the difference right away although she doesn’t understand the significance at first. Before, even when his form wasn’t present in the room with her, she could still feel his spirit very close by. When Dracula comes awake once more into his physical body, his presence, his spirit, feels more remote to Agatha. There’s still a connection between them but it's stretched over a greater distance. 

It’s time to return to work. She enters the workshop and begins pouring over her old notebooks, cross referencing every fact, every legend, every story about Count Dracula and his powers. As she works she feels echoes of his thoughts and emotions sweep over her. The frenzied lust that signals his first feeding in a century, the sense of wonder he feels at the new age in which he’s found himself, the calculation of a master predator and manipulator. 

He returns to her when he sleeps. He lays his body down on the sensual silk sheets of his new bed, protected from the sun’s burning rays in the stark, modern apartment that Renfield assisted him in obtaining. He closes his eyes and seeks her out. Agatha.

He finds her tinkering in her laboratory, more animated and determined than he’s seen her in ages. 

“What are you up to, dear?” he murmurs as he saunters into the room with more of the predator in his step than she’s seen in a long time.

“What does it look like, Count Dracula? I’m working, once more, to foil your evil schemes.”

Dracula’s eyes light in amusement at her words and he leans over to peer down at the notebooks over her shoulder, “Charming. I’m glad to see you’re so lively. I wonder if the blood feeds you as well….?”

Agatha cringes at the thought and steps away from him, snapping the notebook shut and hugging it to her chest.

“Not for long I hope. I’ve been dead and trapped in this purgatory long enough. I’m ready to sleep. You’ve fed from one of my descendants. I can feel her, taste her just as you have. And I can help her stop you once and for all.”

Dracula takes a playful step backward as if her words have physically struck him, “Well, by all means, Agatha I wouldn’t have it any other way. My darling antagonist.”

She narrows her eyes at him and turns back to her work.

***

When the answer comes it is divine in its simplicity. She hears it as a voice inside of her, the voice of God speaking the words, He fears only death.

He lives eternally in shame. A warrior whose father, brothers, and countrymen all gave their lives on the glorious battlefield. But he is too cowardly, too terrified by the hereafter to release his stranglehold on life. So he feeds on the lives of others, stealing their souls so that he may cling to life.

She watches through dear Zoe’s eyes as Count Dracula flinches from the sunlight blazing in through the ostentatious window of his apartment. She sees the moment he realizes that the light cannot hurt him. Watches the existential confusion settle on his face. Pain wracks her form, but she forces this body to stand upright. She has sent Zoe away, giving her this last gift of taking her pain and suffering away and enduring it for her. Dracula’s gaze shifts to her as her breath wavers in just the smallest indication of the overwhelming physical struggle.

“You’re in pain,” he states, his voice laced with concern and she recalls the years they spent together in the liminal space of his psyche. His arms around her, soothing her in her despair. They are adversaries, yes. But partners in the end, it seems.

She gathers her self-control and responds, “I am equal to it.”

Agatha nearly weeps when Count Dracula finally steps into the light, allowing himself to bathe in the warmth he’s been denied for more than five hundred years. His face goes slack in wonder and she sees a glimpse of the boy he might once have been. It’s a beautiful sight for her last, she thinks as she collapses into the leather chair.

If she dies in this body, will she finally be at peace? Will she finally return to the kingdom of her Lord?

Orange light glows on the backs of her eyelids. Agatha opens her eyes to a world of pulsing, molten light. Flames lick at her skin but do not burn. Dracula is with her and instead of feeling repulsed or betrayed she feels a soaring joy that they are together at the end. He holds her in his arms, laying fierce kisses to her naked skin and rocking against her in an ancient, primal dance that she’d forsaken in life. She arches against him, returning his kisses, his touches. She thinks if she’d known it could be like this she might not have followed the path of a nun.

“This isn’t real,” she murmurs against his lips. It’s a dream. He’s drinking my blood. But that would mean...

“After all this time... did you think I’d let it hurt?”

His hushed words ring between them, vibrating along the bond they share and touching a place deep inside Agatha. She feels his care, his love. Indeed, after all this time, the monster...the man is capable of love.

“Aren’t you afraid?” she whispers, their motions are slowing and she feels both of them beginning to fade into the flames.

“Yes,” he answers in a shaky breath. “Will you hold my hand?”

“Of course,” she responds. She takes his hand in hers and they walk away together.

The End

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