here's the first little part:
1313 AD, Wick Scotland.
He held her hand. He wasn’t supposed to, the guards didn’t allow the four prisoners to have contact, but he did anyway. Most have thought that the original Dracula was a count, but no the first was nothing but a soldier, in love with woman from out of this world. She was to have already killed him before today, but something had held her back.
“It’s because of you,” she said as they were thrown into a dark cage, “that the four of us are here.”
“Don’t fear death,” Dracula said, “You will be back where you belong, we” he pointed to the witch and the werewolf, “we burn for all eternity.”
Dione had once been an Angel, but like others like her, she was sent to counter act the threats on humanity, specifically Dracula and his followers. But once she got to earth, Witches and Werewolves were also being born, and now all four of their races were hunted by mankind. Most of the time they were able to get away, but this was the first time the humans were able to catch the leaders.
Jabe cried. His one true love Katharine was dead. Having been cursed forever to love her, he knew the pain would never cease. Dione pitied him. Katharine had been her human sister, and knew that her sorrow was shallow compared to his. But yet she kept her stoic face, never allowing the others see her fear.
The Witch, Therastine, was more than happy to die. When she would die she would be considered a martyr to the Witches. She sat in between Jabe and Dione with a sly and satisfied expression. He wanted to kill her; it was because of Therastine that Katharine was dead. She had been the sacrifice to redeem Therastine’s son, and now the bastard was in heaven with her, while Jabe was to be sent to Hell.
“Get them,” said one of the guards. At first the four prisoners thought they were to be taken to another dungeon, but suddenly they threw something in.
Black snakes slithered toward Dione. Her one weakness was their venom, and it would surely kill her. But Dracula stopped them, being that he could control them. He had never seen her so fragile, so ready to slip away. It was as if she didn’t want to go back to heaven.
There was a sound above them that sounded like moving stone. As they looked up they saw that the ceiling was moving away and letting the sun sink in. He couldn’t control the snakes as his skin began to melt off his body. She screamed as she was bitten, light blue blood seeping from the wounds.
Suddenly there after, the cage was lit on fire. Therastine laughed as she burned. Jabe was stabbed with a silver sword, not having seen where it came from.
Within minutes the four prisoners were dead.
Having had to confirm their deaths, William had to check their cage. What he saw was a bloodied Werewolf, a blackened corpse and something he didn’t expect. The Fae and the Vampire (what was left of his bones) were holding each other’s hand.
