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Spanderverse: Dracula chapter 2

Disclaimer: Legal stuff, don't own characters, haven't made any money, this is for entertainment purposes, no profit earned, lawyers go away. –kisses-

POV: Shifts Perspective

Spoiler Alert: There are tidbits from past episodes. The Dracula mythos naturally plays a part. Also be warned that it will eventually have some Slash-components, I don't think it's real explicit.

Notes: Third story in the Spanderverse-universe, following “Spike”. Everything from the television series through the defeat of Adam also occurred as depicted, in the Spanderverse.

People’s thoughts are depicted in italics. You’ll find emphasis depicted with an underline.

For online script reference I want to thank twiztv for script transcripts. I need to thank Bram Stoker, of course, as well as romaniatourism.

I also feature Xander's folks, and I couldn't find their first names believe it or not: they've become Walter and Peggy Harris.

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Spanderverse: Dracula

Ch 2/14: Plans and a Purpose

 

Within the Demeter, safely ensconced within his ornate resting place, the former hero of Walachia rested. He was only very vaguely aware of the ship tossing on the seas around him and wasn’t at all aware of the passage of time.

 

He seemed to be floating in a haze that he found disconcerting. He knew as long as he remained in this state, he was especially vulnerable to those who would seek to destroy him and all those like him. Those included his ‘traveling companions’. He’d heard them referred to as ‘the three sisters’ or ‘brides’. At one time, they’d actually been family. They had been favored by the Count of Walachia and he had awarded them with immortal existence at his side. Unfortunately, that had been before his ill-advised attempts to leave his beloved Romania behind him to start anew in London. It was before he’d lost his head and un-beating heart to a lovely young woman named Mina.

 

By the time that Dracula had managed to fake his death and throw off his pursuers: Afina, Madalina, and Elizabeta were all dust. It had taken him the next eighty years to find their replacements; those who he felt were luminous enough and graceful enough to grant his gift upon.

 

He, himself, would have been killed thanks to a lucky strike by that commoner, Harker, if it wasn’t for his magic. As it was, he’d had to spend the next eight months in a healing stupor to repair the damage fully thanks to the extreme blood loss. Even when he’d managed to heal fully, he’d nearly died again looking for blood. He’d been so weak and slow and ineffectual that he’d had to resort to cattle during that first week after his return to mobility.

 

It was a similar spell which kept him and the others from rapidly using up their blood supply and discorporating on the journey to the ‘New World’.  It wasn’t bad when he slept, but the times when he was like this… conscious, but unable to move and barely able to control his own thoughts… that he felt as if he had truly been buried alive.

 

On the positive side, he could relive his victories both as a human and as a vampire. He could never live down the secret shame of being so closely defeated by a rag-tag group of humans, however. He could still be incensed by the memories of being hunted all the way back to Castle Dracul. That those stupid, slow and soft humans had so nearly destroyed everything he’d built was the ultimate humiliation. With the worst being that he’d been unable to destroy them, himself. Instead, he’d had to use intermediaries!

 

In the old country, in his prime, he’d have had them all boiled alive. Except for the lovely Mina, of course, she was to be his newest bride. But not like the others… simply whimpering minions. He’d have made her mistress of the castle, under no man or beast, but him. Instead he’d lost Castle Dracul and nearly all of the gypsies who’d had attended to him for longer than he could recall. The one thing the peasants would not do was serve a master who they had no fear of and Seward, Van Helsing, the Harkers and that writer, Stoker, had robbed him of his power and mystique.

 

He’d been a broken man after that. Even after he’d regained much of his vampiric power, he’d wandered Europe as a vagabond. He’d fed on the lowliest of society, those that only a few months earlier he’d barely acknowledged the existence of. There had been more than one morning when he’d considered throwing himself to the sun to escape the torment he visited upon his own mind, recalling over and over how he’d failed and been defeated by five (FIVE!) people, one of them a woman! He, who had defended the sovereignty of Romania from an army of Turks, brought to ruin by his love for a mortal woman of common stock. It had only been due to a chance encounter with a beautiful and quite deadly man that had saved him from ending it all. A true creature of delicious darkness draped in the form of a mortal and when Dracula had embraced him, he thought he’d found his perfect mate after all. Unfortunately, Barlow soon turned out to be a liar and betrayer. He’d run out on Dracula as well, when he’d gotten the power he’d wanted. (1) The master vampire was left alone once again.

 

But no matter now, he thought, I persevered. I found Sabina and later Eveline. And with the addition of Lizuca, my ‘family’ was rebuilt.  And the bastards who brought me low did not escape me.

 

It had taken years for him to regain the resources, and to be honest, the sheer will to enact his vengeance.  The writer was the only one that he’d been unable to reach… an ordinary mortal death took the cretin before he could be made to suffer.  Dr. Abraham Van Helsing was killed during a ‘robbery gone wrong’ in an alleyway of Copenhagen. Of course, the would-be thieves were rather brutal. The poor doctor suffered nearly two dozen knife wounds, none of them immediately fatal, before he’d finally bled out.

 

Dracula smiled mentally. He wished he could feel the grin rise upon his features, but until he reached someplace called Sunnydale in the United States, he needed to remain under the immobility spell. For the first time in ages, he felt young and powerful. When he had claimed his new bride, they’d start an unholy war to end all wars against the demons that looked down on the vampires as half-breeds.  Maybe they would even reveal themselves to the world, and retake rule of Romania! She would be a far better match for him than that fool Mina would have ever been.

 

Ah, my little Mina. How sad your life had turned out, eh? Your husband and two small children killed in that terrible fire. Such a pity. And while staying in the home of Dr. Seward, to find his body swinging from the rafters like that, horror etched on his features. Why the news clippings I received were absolutely shameless in describing the grotesque death mask his face wore. It just broke your little mind, didn’t it dear? Oh, to die three years later in the barbarity of a mental sanitarium.

 

In his mind, Dracula pictured the former almost bride. Her hair would be mostly gone from her own nervous habit of yanking it out by the handfuls. She’d been babbling about her poor babies’ burnt remains in her last year of life, or so he’d been informed. It would have been beneath him to have actually visited her, himself, of course. Besides, by that time, he’d been in Vienna and much too busy to spare much of a thought to visiting further torments on the shattered woman.

 

Dracula turned his mental focus on the days ahead. He’d never actually thought of visiting the land of America. It was built by common stock for common stock, and as a royal, it was repugnant to think of all those spoiled peasants running around like they owned the world. Unfortunately, Destiny demanded sacrifice, so going to America it was.

 

Dracula planned and pondered his actions upon arrival. This series of events needed to be perfectly executed in order to lure the Slayer into his arms and bed. She would need to be impressed with his abilities and strength, and then flattered by his attentions to her. Finally, she would need to be seduced into giving herself over to him completely. Only after she begged him to take her with him, would he allow himself to embrace her. He hadn’t felt this sort of anticipation in over a century, and he didn’t want it to be over too soon. On the other hand, the sooner he could turn her, the sooner their new future as Lord and Lady could begin. Her skills, strength, and speed would make her a most efficient killer and her stamina would make her an… energetic… lover.

 

He wondered about who she was. As a Slayer, she would be powerful but also meek in the face of authority. He could only hope that the latter qualities largely survived the turning. That had been the problem with that cur, Barlow, and he didn’t want a repeat of that sort of betrayal. Of course, Dracula would be far more careful this time around. He thought if he slipped her a tranquility potion before the final, mortal bite she might awaken pre-disposed to being more able to be molded by him. On the other hand, he didn’t want her to be just a disposable minion. Though he adored his Trinity of Companionship, it didn’t stop them from being thoughtless and insipid minions. He wanted this bride, his Slayer-bride to be far, far more.

 

He knew the potential for darkness and the infliction of suffering would be a match for his own blood-drenched impulses. He’d felt that much from a world away. He couldn’t know what she’d done, but it had been unlike any magic he’d felt before. (2) Far beyond gypsy spell-casting, the magic he’d felt was primal, black as pitch and ancient. In that moment he’d had a vision of her – shorter than he’d think of a warrior, and blonde. Actually she’d looked sort of perky, which didn’t match his idea of a Slayer either. He’d known the moment he saw her in his vision however, that she was the one he’d been waiting for.

 

Dracula’s mind was growing drowsy again. He didn’t know how long he’d been semi-conscious this time around. Time didn’t have meaning while under the immobility spell. He was glad to put his new obsession aside for the moment, though. He let go of the anticipation and excitement he felt. Sending a quick impulse to the brides around him and feeling their instinctual response to his authority, he allowed himself to drift back into dreamless and thoughtless sleep.

 

 

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End Ch 2

 

(1) This would be a shout out to Stephen King’s Salem’s Lot’s Mr. Barlow.

(2) This would be the unity spell in BTVS: Primeval. Specifically, the involvement of the Primal Slayer.

 

 

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Dracula, Chapter 3

Disclaimer: Legal stuff, don't own characters, haven't made any money, this is for entertainment purposes, no profit earned, lawyers go away. –kisses-

POV: Shifts Perspective

Spoiler Alert: There are tidbits from past episodes. The Dracula mythos naturally plays a part. Also be warned that it will eventually have some Slash-components, I don't think it's real explicit.

Notes: Third story in the Spanderverse-universe, following “Spike”. Everything from the television series through the defeat of Adam also occurred as depicted, in the Spanderverse.

People’s thoughts are depicted in italics. You’ll find emphasis depicted with an underline.

For online script reference I want to thank twiztv for script transcripts. I need to thank Bram Stoker, of course, as well as romaniatourism.

I also feature Xander's folks, and I couldn't find their first names believe it or not: they've become Walter and Peggy Harris.

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Spanderverse: Dracula

Ch 3/14: Sunshine and Rain

 

 

Xander was enjoying the day on Sanderson's Beach, a few miles from his hometown. The beach abutted the Pacific Ocean and the salty breeze playing through his hair smelled tangy and fresh. The sun on his skin seemed to penetrate through his muscles and down into his bones. It massaged away the tension and chill he'd felt over the last few weeks. Most of those negative feelings were the same old Harris-as-Zeppo scars that seemed to linger in the back of his mind; despite all of the good he'd done working with the Vampire Slayer. Not so coincidentally, that mocking and degrading voice in his head always sounded a lot like his father, sometimes with a smart-ass British accent thrown in.

 

A lot of it was simply fear. Not of the usual evils of the Hellmouth, or the consistent dangers of living in Sunnydale, a.k.a. Vampire Central. No, his fears lately revolved around watching his friends moving forward in life. With Buffy, Willow and Tara in college they seemed to be heading toward a real future for themselves. He, on the other hand, continued to bounce from lame job to embarrassing job, to unemployment and back to lame job. He knew he was floundering without direction, but it was tough to find the right road when you had no clue where the hell you wanted to go.

 

He wondered if Giles or Riley were feeling the same way. Giles, after all, wasn't an actual paid Watcher anymore. He liked to call himself a 'man of leisure' these days, but really, he seemed to be as aimless sometimes as Xander felt. Though, Giles sure did seem to be handling it better. Riley was still reeling from quitting the military and leaving his Initiative friends behind. He could tell he was keeping up the appearances of being good with everything and happy to just be with Buffy. Xander could tell there were more unsettling things going on in his head, though. He, after all, had Anya and even though he'd never tell her what was going on in his head, privately Xander could admit that he was feeling unsatisfied with life lately. Riley had been talking about looking up a security job soon or maybe seeing if the hospital were hiring ambulance people. He had a medic's certificate to fall back on. Xander wondered if maybe he should look into that. Of course, that would probably mean being the stand-by to Riley's superior skills. Nah, what he knew he really needed was to find something that no one else in the Scooby gang could provide. Something other than delivering pizzas during the group's meetings, he meant.

 

And here I am, sabotaging the whole 'feeling great in the sunshine' thing I had going. You need to pull yourself together Xan-man. Just relax and enjoy the day for a change!

 

Tuning back into his surroundings in an attempt to ward of his brooding and internal whining, he looked over toward the waves breaking on the shore. Riley and Buffy were playing an impromptu game of football… sort of. As close as could be come, what with only one person on each team. Xander also noticed that the waves on shore seemed to be getting a lot bigger than they had been.

 

Looks like swimming is out, then. Not that I was about to get off my ass anyway. Not with the food and the pretty girls right here, he grinned to himself.

 

Buffy gave a shriek and Xander, out of habit he supposed, went into 'red-alert' mode. Whipping his head around, he relaxed a moment later with a chuckle. Apparently Riley and Buffy's football sort-of game had turned into a wrestling sort-of match.

 

"Yecch," Xander said to his companions, "isn't a day at the beach supposed to involve lying around and doing nothing more strenuous than tanning."

 

"Oh, yes, absolutely!" Tara agreed.

 

"All that exertion is going to lead to nothing but sweatiness. And I think we can agree that should only happen during sex," Anya added with her usual sense of tact.

 

Tara smiled at that, and continued, "Plus all that running and jumping is only going to cause the unpleasant embarrassment of odor. I think we're playing it the right way by just staying right where we are," she added with an exaggerated nod of her head.

 

"Anybody else getting a revelation on why we live in Sidekick-City? No… ok, just me then. The important thing is that I have the grill set. Now all we need is a bit of flame and we'll have burger goodness," Willow said.

 

"Y'know it's too bad Spike can't be here. I mean, I think he'd look so funny in shorts with those skinny white legs of his." Xander couldn't help but laugh at the image.

 

"Well, right before he burst into flame, anyway," added Anya, "Besides, you see him way too much as it is. I'm glad for the break."

 

She and Xander had been having a few disagreements with the amount of time that Spike spent coming over and he didn't want another argument. Instead he let it go and bent over the grill. Biting his lip against a comment that would only get Anya riled up, he instead focused on lighting the charcoals before him.

 

For the next ten minutes Xander tried to get the charcoal to light, but it stubbornly refused.

 

I knew I was forgetting something. Xander would have given a kidney at that moment for some lighter fluid, as he was getting hungry. Plus, there was just something embarrassing about the grill not lighting up while the girls all stared at his efforts.

 

"Xander, I'm hungry now! I wish to eat beef smashed into patties," Anya unhelpfully supplied.

 

"I know sweetie," he glanced over at her, "I'm hungry too. I'll have this in just a minute." He noticed Willow roll her eyes. "What," he said a little annoyed, "It's not like making fire is a natural Y-chromosome ability, y'know."

 

"You'll get it, Xander. Just keep at it. If the wind hadn't picked up, it would have been lit by now. I wish the sand would stay out of my eyes," Tara said. "Will, make sure the food stays covered, honey."

 

It was then that Buffy and Riley wandered up, done goofing around in the sand. Overhead, the clouds were just beginning to roll in, but no one really noticed.

 

"Me need food to keep up Slayer strength. Where's my burger," Buffy asked, a smile on her face.

 

"Yeah, I'm starved. Slap me a patty on a bun, please," Riley added.

 

"It'll be a few guys. We forgot the lighter fluid and the charcoal isn't cooperating," Xander explained.

 

"Let me try," Willow said, closing her eyes. "Ignis incende", she chanted under her breath. And with that, a fire roared in the small grill.

 

"Wow. Check you out with the mastery of flame-thingy," Buffy laughed.

 

Tara gave Willow a small smile, "It's easy as long as she balanced the elemental forces correctly."

 

With that, a large peal of thunder could be heard rumbling across overhead. The clouds that had been gathering for several minutes finally blotted out the sunshine. They quickly turned an angry dusky gray color. Over the sea, lightning flashed a few times in quick succession.

 

"Nice going there, Willow," Riley exclaimed, a teasing grin on his face. As he began gathering up the supplies, the first fat and cold drops of rain began to fall.

 

"I didn't do it! I didn't do it," Willow protested. There was no time for any more debate on the matter however. The few drops of water were quickly becoming a torrent.

 

With shrieks and laughter, everyone gathered their belongings and made a mad dash for Tara's car.

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Two miles south of Sanderson's beach, an old-style sailing ship pulled into the docks at 'Morning Mists Yacht Club'. While the vessel docked itself several feet from an empty berth (being far too large to fit into an available space) the owner of the vessel awoke from his stupor. His traveling companions, not being magically gifted themselves, continued to slumber. He would not awaken them until he had secured a source of food for them later this evening. Dracula was hungry himself and his time was limited. He would need to feed and then get back to the ship, before his magically-induced storm lost its strength over the mainland and dissipated.

 

After a quick chant with the accompanying throwing of herbs, he took on the form of mist and traveled over the short space between the ship and a dock. Remaining a foggy mist, he followed the dock toward a small building where a solitary guard sat. The man looked bored and was hunched over a newspaper. This, Dracula could see through a window that was currently streaming with water. If the man had looked through the window, he may have noticed a strange vapor traveling quickly toward him, seemingly ignoring the winds that accompanied the freak downpour going on outside his guard shack. The guard did not look up from his newspaper however, and so did not know that his death was rapidly approaching.

 

Behind Dracula, his chanting and herbs had taken effect and the 'Demeter' faded from view. Its natural aura would ensure that no one tried to enter the berths surrounding it. With the invisibility spell in place, no one would realize a large 19th century sailing vessel was sitting just a few feet away from the expensive and very modern boats moored at the club.

 

Dracula reformed before the door of the guard's shack. He did not know if he would require an invitation to enter, but politeness dictated he knock on the door. When the guard appeared from his small office, the vampire asked him for entrance from the rain, explaining he'd gotten caught aboard his small fishing boat in the harbor. The guard turned his back and began walking the few steps it would take to cross the small shack to his desk. He'd have to fill out a report on the man, especially as he didn't appear to be a club member. The guard knew all of the regulars by sight, if not name, and he'd never seen this man before. Plus, the guy had a weird accent, and everyone who was a member here was typically Californian with more money than manners. As the guard began thinking of the headache this could cause, if the uninvited foreigner had docked at the club without express permission (the club members were a stuck up bunch who valued their exclusivity) he threw a casual invitation for the man to get out of the rain over his shoulder.

 

He had no time to register the strong arms grabbing him about the chest and waist. There was barely enough time for him to be startled by the sudden cold on the back of his neck, before Dracula had sunk his bared fangs deep into the guard's carotid artery. In minutes it was over, the guard lying dead on the floor and the vampire feeling far healthier than when he'd left his ship. After throwing the guard's body into the water, and muttering another incantation to weigh it down, the vampire re-misted.

 

He traveled back to the 'Demeter' and resumed his rest in his coffin. Tonight, he'd find a place to occupy and movers to take the coffins to their new home. They'd also serve as a quick meal for the girls. Then, he would seek out the Hellmouth's guardian. She had a far more interesting destiny than to safeguard this insignificant town.

 

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End Ch. 3

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