Drabble: Flame-drawn (Van Helsing, PG)

[winter]

For ariss_tenoh: Gabriel/Dracula from Van Helsing, heat or candle - ended up as flame.

FLAME-DRAWN

There had been a fire, he thought. A village torched by slave-raiders, seen on the road from Moldova to Transylvania, and a white rage as he rode towards it. He did not remember his thoughts then – revenge, perhaps, for his own slavery and the whips and his brother, twisted and broken and theirs.

Gabriel had got there first.

That was what he remembered: the fire, the huddling villagers, the dead raiders at Gabriel’s feet. No words, though some had been exchanged – in anger, joy, surprise, he could not recall. The flames had reflected in Gabriel’s eyes, but he was the one blinded.

He shivered and drew his cloak closer. No use thinking about fire, he chided himself. It was always cold in Castle Dracula.

His ring finger was hurting.

Comments

[ariss-tenoh.livejournal.com]

Oh my... I love it when writers give their own interpretation of things^_^

Nice work here. You're really good at writing these little pieces of fiction that have whole worlds in between their lines.

[winter]

I hope you don't mind the change :) Vlad doesn't talk to me often, so I thought I'd better not interrupt him to change themes.

[ariss-tenoh.livejournal.com]

I don't mind at all. It seemed more like an extension of the original theme. As I said, I love it when I see how a writer spins her own yarn^_~

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

Gah. Just gah. Am somewhat incoherent cos gah. Beautiful.

[winter]

Thank you. This brings pleasure to my withered (and stuck at work at 11PM) heart :D

[azarias.livejournal.com]

Eep. *bite-sized squee*

The visual idea of Gabriel in full-out slaughter is oddly compelling.