BloodAndRedRoses

Dancing gypsy was wearing black and red, flowers and lace; she was like a pure, full-blown rose, carried by the wind. Such a beauty, Frollo pondered, could only come from Heaven or Hell; from the flames or from the light. She was an angel, yes, but so had been Lucifer. "Vampire," he said. Gypsy stopped dancing. She saw him - middle-aged, tonsured man, wearing a cassock. For some reason, interest twinkled in her face. "Only a gypsy," she said, staring  at Frollo like trying to seal his image to her mind. "My name is Esmeralda." Then she started to pick up the coins.

Mina Harker´s diary. 31. March. 1894. Lucy is alive. No, not human Lucy, but the vampire... She is alive. Today, when Jonathan was at work... (Page ripped away) Today I was bringing flowers to Lucy´s and her mother´s grave. Barred iron door was locked but I put bouquet of gorgeous white lilies against it. "Mina." I turned around. Lucy stood among the graves, looking more beautiful than ever. She was dressed in sumptuous white gown of satin, lace, veil and a bustle. Dress was stiff in front, and the collar was made of pearl necklace. She was a bride... eerie bride. Funeral lily. Lovely and pure and... She smiled. Her fa

AN: Scholomance is a school of black magic run by the Devil in Transylvanian folklore. In Bram Stoker´s novel Dracula himself had been pupil there. --- Marishka. Aleera. Verona. For some reason those three names swirled in his mind when his consciousness returned. Marishka - the golden treasure in her harem outfit. Aleera, the fiery-haired ruby in flowing pink, like petals of wild rose. Verona, the emerald queen in fresh green. HIS jewels, now destroyed. Count Vladislaus Dracula opened his eyes. He was in the castle crypt, laying on the stone lid of a tomb. And he smelt blood; he tasted it´s coppery salt in his mouth. He ro