"Can you stake my heart?

And these thoughts of endless night

Bring us back into the light

And this venom from my heart

And these thoughts of endless night

Bring us back into the light

Can you stake my heart?"

My Chemical Romance. (Vampires Will Never Hurt You).

1 Chapter.

"Vampires, they were savages, killers and traitors. But now, they are romantic, handsome and easy to deal with. I miss the time when they used to spread the terror for the entire city. Protecting themselves from the sun, because they knew they'd be burned to death if a streak of light touched them. But now I see them with sparkling skin, making girls fall in love with their beauty, saying 'I am dangerous to you, we can't stay together' and then they're making love. Sometimes I wonder if I did something wrong to this happen." Said a man scratching his mustache that was the same color as his long hair, he looked young, still in the 40s. Well, he believed at that age he was still young.

"Look at you! You fell in love as well. Don't make this word sound disgusting to you." A woman sneered and took her spot beside him.

"I know, I know, but still look at them! Who told them that animal blood is acceptable?" He rested his head on the palm of his hand, bored. "Nothing it's better than a warm and wet blood from a human." For one second, the woman thought he was drooling.

Indeed, he was right about the blood. A vampire could describe the difference between animal blood and humans' blood. If it was needed, they could read a whole list.

When he felt something wet sliding down his chin, he straightened his posture, wiping it.

"It's not your fault, they had become sweet creatures, and they think they belong in Heaven with God, but barely have they known they're going to burn in Hell." Her voice was speaking seriously, and her eyes were looking down.

The room was dark and eyes could see nothing, but their eyes, their eyes could observe the fear of the light that was prostrating on the mountainside. They had invited the silence to join them, and her mind was drawing some weight to herself, regretting about some distant thought.

"Sure it's not my fault, it's Dracula's. He made it happen, he didn't stop when he notice that he could make all the world become one of his kinds, he spread them in different universes, now all of them must die!" His hand threw himself on the table, making the woman jump in fright.

"But Philip, Dracula is dead."

"No, my dear, he isn't"

"What do you mean?" She frowned approaching him.

"He didn't die! He is alive... But I promise, I promise he'll die, not only him but we'll kill all of them, the ones who doesn't give up themselves to me, they'll die, and then the humans. The world will be ours."

"But..."

"No more buts... It's yes or I kill you as well."

His words had startled her, and to be a good girl, she nodded repeatedly as he got out of the room.

Her love had fallen sleep, and her hopes died. The man the one time she found incredible beautiful, became a stupid and arrogant vampire.

It was 1610, she was 20 and something. His brown hair and black eyes. Mr. Harrison was a vampire and he loved her, she realized it. The way he treated her in a different manner, and she accepted him to enter in her life. She was dreadful and her mother was pressuring on her, so soon she married in their own house. He didn't want to marry in the church, he didn't believe in God. Of course not! A vampire never dares to say the name of the Lord. But now that have spent years, the love he thought he felt, was a lie, but he wouldn't let her go, because she was the one he needed. In their honeymoon, he made her become one of his kinds, biting her neck and listening to her lovely screams. She made the wrong mistake of marrying that man, she regret about everything she made with him.

She sat on the chair when the memories surrounded her. So she rested her arms over the oak table, then she grabbed a paper and a reservoir pen. Her pale hands were shaking, but her mind was sinking in a profound memory of when she was nothing, when she was the dumb and the slaver of the pain. She gazed at the white paper, and began to write the story.

The clock ticked and ticked like an axe chopping wood, it never stopped, she heard a bang in her brain, and she wiped the sweat away from her forehead.

"Writing again?" A man asked kissing her neck, tickling his lovely wife, so she let out a chortle.

"Yes, my love, I'm warning my brother of what Philip is going to do." She gazed at him when he clasped the letter and read it. "Why didn't you tell me Dracula is alive? That he's roaming around this world?" She felt disappointed.

So he suddenly stopped stroking the pale woman, and drew his fingers away from her red cheeks, bowing his head. She waited in the silence the answer to come bringing a convenient explanation, quiet and anxious, but he wasn't prepared to open his mouth to tell why he didn't suppressed his story. And before he felt strangely tired, he leaned his body against the wall. He knew the words, but wouldn't say them.

"Quincey, please... I'm imploring, tell me who are you, tell me about your parents. Tell me what happened before you found me sitting in that chair, in that empty library of knowledge," She watched him shifting his weight from one's foot to another. "Please, I just want to meet the real man I'm married with."

He decided to stare at her, as if that movement was going to confront his fear of telling his wife his story. But the wrinkles that had formed on her face of concern, made him frightened. A heat scrolled through his cold body, but what he had felt was something crawling on his skin, so then he peeved her again, without saying anything.

She stood, giving up of trying to rob some breath of him, and she thought if he sincerely trusted her, he'd tell and explain everything. It wasn't fair, it was the end of the world for her.

When she was prepared to leave the room by giving the letter to him, he clasped her arm, stopping the woman of going away.

"My truly name's Quincey Morris and my parents are Jonathan Harker and Mina Harker." He blurted, not wishing her to leave him alone.

Surprised, she observed him slowly taking his fingers off her skin. He felt butterflies flying inside his tummy.

Inside the room there was a shelf full of books, and a narrow window that showed the outside view. The day was cloudy and it allowed any vampire to hunt a human. There was a table they used especially for job, but she used it to write letters and draw chopsticks that were called unknown men. The room was always unlighted, inviting the darkness to settle in. But it wasn't a problem, the dark belonged to them.

She drew away from him, looking furious.

"Why didn't' you tell me? Don't you trust me?" She felt the lump in her throat as he shook his head.

"It's not it..." He shut himself up again.

"So tell what is! Before I go away." She hated have to argue with him, but some questions needed sincere answers.

"That was an illusion." He beheld her curious eyes and the terror in the she moved as he tried to explain. He read her lips when she only whispered a 'What do you mean?'. "Dracula has the power of illusion; it's like a spell... He used it during the fight. So my father, Mr. Harker, Mr. Morris and my mother thought they had killed him, but indeed... They didn't. Count Dracula ran away as faster as he could and left my parents alone."

Now was her turn to shake the head and look down, feeling a halfwit woman, brainless and startled. Is it so bad to know nothing about your own husband? She wondered. But why? Why did he have to hide his last name, why do I have to know about things with other person's words.

"But you didn't have to hide your name for me, you didn't have to say you were Mr. Dawson." She wasn't confident of how the conversation would end up, but she wanted it anon. "Don't you think I am tired of being right in a crowd of liars? Well, despite the truth will never be found in a place where the lie makes a home.

"I had to do it! Count Dracula's alive and he thinks my father has to pay for the damages he made. If he finds out Jonathan has a son! He'll kill me! Is that what you want?" He shuffled his hair, controlling himself.

She quietly bowed her head to look at the floor. It what was better than observing the suffering on his face.

"No." She answered.

And leisurely, he moved closer putting his arms around the woman who laid her head on his chest.

"I am sorry..."

"It's alright, something I don't deserve to know."

"But this is not just a little thing. It's a huge and you're my wife. You deserve to know everything."

The door opens in unexpected way hurling themselves at the walls. After the couple being panic-stricken, they abruptly glare at the man who now had rage in his eyes.

"Who are you?" Philip violently asked drawing the woman away from Quincey.

"Take your hands off me!" She pulled the arm he had clasped.

"Shut up, whore."

"Don't call her..."

He got wordlessly when staring at the men who were setting foot in the place. They were dressed elegantly as if they were preparing to a ball.

"Take her away." Philip pushed her to the men.

"Go! Quincey! Go and find them! The letter is on the table! He must be in Yorkshire!" She cried out as the men took her.

And before Philip does something, Quincey, in the clear of the day, vanished holding the letter in his hands. The man looked for him in every part of the room, but he wasn't there, and he thought it was a curse.

He got out of the room as before and ran towards the woman. When he reached her, his fingers clasped her arm once again and lifted her up rudely, she moaned. The men started to smile, what intimidated her. She couldn't like the way they were guffawing, it was horrendous and strange.

Philip began to pull her as he walked into a corridor.

"So you think you're clever for cheating on me? Right?" She beheld him unlatching the big door of iron.

"No, Philip... Please hear me!"

"SHUT UP! How am I supposed to believe if I saw with my own eyes? Here in this castle, you don't have control of nothing." So then he threw her on the floor, making the blond woman moan again. It didn't take long for her tears to start forming a tiny lake on the ground. When he locked the door, she was received by the ghastly darkness. And soon established herself as an acquaintance, sitting in the corner. There was no escape unless the door being open, but no one would do it for her.

She couldn't hear nothing, and everything was black to her. Her heart, her soul, her vision. Philip had made her life a Hell on earth. She never loved him at all, but she could swear there was something in her cold heart telling her to stay. So she clung to it and let herself be led by an illusion, and in the end, she ended up being what she most feared. He promised her a great life, but what he gave was suffering and screams, and it keeps coming back all the time. She couldn't barely remember how it's to feel the sun in her skin or the way it shinned. But if there was dark, hopefully there was light and when it came to her, it arrived as a man. A man who lured her into his trap, and arrested her like a bouncing rabbit. He was greedy and a traitor, but at the same time he was handsome and kind. He had found her walking in the night, looking for someone to feed herself and when she was ready to sink my teeth in a innocent's neck, he launched himself at her, pointing a gun, which was very brave of him.

Wasn't difficult to feel the connection between their hearts. Every night she'd come back in the same place and she'd behold him with a smile. She was not sure of what she was risking, but it didn't matter as long as he kept coming and gazing at her with his eyes. But she never managed to read his mind, he always blocked it from any vampire, she believed was a gift, he believed they were such weak things. In less than one month, she felt for him what she couldn't feel for Mr. Harrison, but he was a hunter and she was the kind of person he was looking for to kill. Well, he never cared like her, because soon as they met, they got married. But she was afraid of telling to her first husband, Philip, that divorce would be her salvation. He was stronger than she ever could be, and he'd kill her man in all circumstances. So she and Mr. Morris, kept this as a secret. They married into the woods, where trees were surrounding them, and the moonlight flickered as they danced slowly. She thought it was a terrible thing to do, but she had grown up, because no one could give her the answers, so she found them alone. He was the perfect man she always wished, but he hates see that he's getting older than her every year that pass, although he won't ever become a vampire.

Her hopes had fallen asleep, and her heart had exploded stopping the pain in her chest, so she knew she had lost him somehow. Everyone has the heart broken someday, but she didn't have one, she had the dream of marrying the first man in front of her, and live forever embraced with him. Unfortunately, it hadn't been the way she expected.

She would never get older, would never experience the fear of death, and would never say the last goodbye. She wondered about the place where the humans go when they die, and if this place has happiness, belief and love. No one can come back to talk about it. But the people who lived with them believed in an old man. He used to tell a story about the day he died, sinking with his boat, and saw the heaven, but God told him to go back, because it wasn't the right time. He described it with few words; he said there were so many things he has never seen before. So one day, he slept and never woke up again, leaving his story to the ones who heard it a million of times, including her and him. But death was not what she wanted, what she truly wished was to know about his family. He never spoke about his father or mother, until now when they were in the verge of arguing. Sometimes she asks to herself if she really know who he is, but she believed the answer would come, he couldn't hide it from her all his life, what she was full aware was shortly compared to hers.

He was a hunter. Quincey Morris was a hunter, ready to kill the undead.