For
ariss_tenoh, who asked for "A post-movie Gabriel/Dracula fic? With some kind of semi-happy ending." This goes off the end of
Quintile: "Folk tales would have it that the soul took three days to leave, and then the dead could come back as a vampire, a shadow of its human self."
NOVEM (THREE BY THREE BY THREE)
It took Dracula three nights to rise. Three nights to regain his strength. And three nights to find the hunter again.
Before the ninth dawn, his Gabriel stood at the shore of the Adriatic. The dim light woke blue and grey traces in the dark waters. The rocks of the coastline were uneven and sharp, forcing Dracula to pay attention to each step as he approached the other.
Gabriel kept his eyes on the west, imagining perhaps the faded grandeur that was Rome, on the far side of the sea. Dracula knew there were a hundred things he could say, from hurtful barbs to simple questions on memories lost, but he did not want to be the one to break the silence.
"Then the tales were true." Gabriel's voice was tight, brittle. "About vampires rising-"
"Yes." Dracula let his hand rest on Gabriel's shoulder.
Gabriel's hand covered his. The ring was a darker shadow in the pre-dawn mist. "Don't make me kill you again."
"If you do it three times, it becomes truth."
In other news: I'm battling the urge to write
The Blind Dance, a Star Wars inter-trilogy detective novella. If I did write it, it would be half Vader's POV, half the POV of a wishy-washy idealistic young woman who only wants to do her dancing shtick, but is forced to serve as Vader's local expert during an investigation. Daine Jir (curse you,
murasaki99 and your brilliant writing ways :P) and Lorth Needa would also be making an appearance. Somebody stop me, please?