The icy wind burned her nose and cheeks as it beat against her pale flesh. Experiencing much the same treatment, her silky green dress fluttered and flailed around her. It reminded her of the ill-fated flags held high by those blasted turks.
And her hair...it was but a lashing sable torrent amongst the masterpiece of this majestic downfall.
It was so high. She kept falling, and falling, and falling, as if she would fall forever.
She averted her mind from the thought of impact and refocused it back to Dracula. Only Dracula would have the honer of inhabiting her final thoughts as she plummeted to her death.
Then suddenly...
An intense shock of feelings she couldn't quite register, exploded all around and inside her body.
Then...nothing...it was all a black void from there.
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Elisabeta's Prince
FanfictionShort fanfic of what might of been going through Elisabeta's head when she received the note and fell from the balcony. Bram Stoker's 1992 Dracula (I got nothing to do with that movie. I'm just a fan writing fan-fiction about it. All credit goes to...
