Aranka

Disclaimer: I don’t own any rights on “Van Helsing” including all it’s characters. This fanfiction was written for pure fun and nothing else. Don’t wanna earn a single cent with it. The nightly sky over the turrets of the small castle was enchanting. Countless Stars shone brightly from the dark firmament, like sparkling diamonds on blue-black velvet. Sometimes opaque clouds hid the enchanting moonlight and snowflakes fluttered out of them, watched by a handsome vampire who stood behind one of the castle’s gothic windows. His skin was as pure and white as snow, his long hair as black as ebony. He was more than fourhundred years old and so he had seen the change of seasons countless times. Winter was bitter and lasted long here in the mountains of his home-country. But no matter how cruel the frost outside the castle raged – it was nothing compared to the lonelyness which had made Count Vladislaus Dracula freeze for so long. Once three immortal women, each of them blessed with the