This is my first attempt at a story of this kind, so bear with me while I try and figure out how to put out there what I’ve been thinking of the past few days after seeing Dracula 2000.

This fic is based on Dracula 2000 and it’s going to be slash, if you don’t like slash, don’t read.

Characters:

Mike Shinoda: Mike VanHellsing

Dracula’s lover: Nightshade AKA Seth

Chester Bennington: Himself

Started: 2/12/06

Posted on: 5/25/06

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My name is Mike VanHellsing, and I’ve been put in charge my father to watch after the lover of the infamous Dracula. I don’t know anything about his mysterious lover, all I know is that if he was to awaken, the world would be thrown into chaos.

I turned to my friend and ally.

“Chester.”

“Yes Mike?”

“I’m going to step out for a bit, don’t let anyone get passed you got that?”

Chester nodded and I walked from the room, happy because I knew that Chester would take care of Dracula lover and that I didn’t have anything to fear.

Let me tell you the first time I ever laid eyes on this lover of Dracula. I was the age of 15 when my father told me that he needed to see me in his office, now this was very strange because from the time that I went to live with him when I was 5 till then he told me never to go into the office, no matter what.

~*~*~*~*Flash Back 10 years~*~*~*~*~*

I was of course curious as to why he wanted me to go in there, so I dropped the book I was reading and walked over to his office.

When I opened the door, I was greeted with the sight of my father sitting at his desk, reading some old looking books that where spread about before him.

“Ah Mike, come sit.”

I walked down and sat in front of my father and watched as he set down the book he was reading.

“I bet you’re wondering why I called you here today.”

“Yes I am father.”

“Well I am in need of your help, as you know I’m not getting any younger, and I have a feeling that I will pass away in just a few months time, now don’t interrupt me I know what you’re going to say, and I know that you’ll deny it, but I am getting older, and I need you to take over the family business. Your sister already knows what I’m going to tell you, for she too shares in your fate. What I am about to tell you now, never leaves this room, do you understand?”

“Yes father.”

“Good. As you know, we are the last decedents of the famous VanHellsing, and before you deny that he wasn’t as great as he was pictured in the story of Bram Stoker who wrote about the Vampire Dracula. This is when it gets a bit confusing. The story of Dracula is true, only for the part that he never loved. There was one person in the world that captured his heart, and all we know of this person is that he went by the name Nightshade. He was part of a rag tag thief group that set out to explore the many dwellings of the supposed fictional Dracula, because they, like many others, thought that the story of Dracula was mearly a fairy tale, meaning that, like many foolish mortals, thought that Dracula was a figment of Mr. Brams’ imagination, we know this to be a falsehood.

“The other members of the group dared young Nightshade to spend the night in the supposed haunted house of Dracula, and Nightshade, being the daring little fellow he was, agreed to this, on one condition, if he was to do it, he would be able to kiss the only girl in the group, Melanie. All the members agreed to this term and the next night watched as young Nightshade walked into the house of Dracula, not knowing what to expect. Of course when he walked in there he was in for the surprise of his life when he found out that Dracula was, in fact, real.”

I looked up at my father when I herd him pause.

“Why are you telling me this father?”

“This story has to do with what I want you to do. I need you to find a young man for me and bring him to me. Here’s the only picture of him that is in my files, it’s a painting that was found in Draculas' house shortly after your great grandfather captured him.”

I reached out and grabbed the photo and looked down at the picture and gasped.

“Why is there a huge gash on his neck?”

“That’s where Dracula bit him when he first found young Nightshade wondering around his house.”

I looked back down at the picture and tried to look past the giant gash that covered most of his. neck and studied his face.

“But why would Dracula paint a picture of his love with a gash across his neck.”

“To remind himself that he alone ruined the boys bright future by turing him over to live forever in darkness.”

“I don’t know anyone who looks like this father.”

I looked back up when I herd a sigh and saw my father leaning back in his chair.

“I thought you would say that, that’s why I’m asking you to put up a lost person sign everywhere you go, and when you do find him, bring him to me.”

I nodded and got up.

“Is that all you wanted father?”

“Yes, you are dismissed.”

I smiled at my father and walked from the room, not knowing that that simply request from my father would change my life forever.

I still remember the time that I really looked at the photo of the painting, I mean really look at it.

I sat at my desk for hours on end trying to find any clues as to how to find this man in the picture.

He seemed to be of average height, with curly brown hair and deep blue eyes. From what I can tell in the picture, he was fairly well built, but that’s all I could think of at that moment, stirring into the eyes full of fright and.....anger? Anger at what? At Dracula for turing him, or at the world for isolating him and his lover, for they where lovers from what I could gather from what my father told me. That’s what I think any ways, but there is no way to really tell. Well all I had to do now was search the web for any pictures of people that even remotely resemble this man in the painting.

After hours of searching, I came up with nothing, it seemed that my father was wrong, this man wasn’t reborn in our time. There was no way to look for a person that didn’t exist....unless he didn’t want to be found.

I decided to call up my friend Brad and find out if he knew anyone of that description.

“Hello?”

“Hey Brad, I wanted to know if you could help me find this guy my father wants.”

“Sure, I’ll be right over, hey do you mind if I bring a friend?”

“No I don’t mind.”

“Thanks, I’ll be over as soon as I can wake him up.”

I hung up the phone and sat back in the chair, Brad lived about a block away so it wouldn’t take him too long to get here.

After ten minutes of sitting and staring down at the picture in front of me, the door bell rang, so I got up to get it, thinking it was Brad, boy was I wrong.

I opened it and gasped when I saw the beauty before me. He had short spiked blond hair, a shit eating grin which showed off perfect white teeth. His body was that of a runner, muscled but not overly so, just enough to give him some tone. He was only about two inches or so shorter then me, and was wearing what I guess you could call goth. Black bondage pants and hung over steel top boots. Covering his chest was a see through mesh shirt that showed off his toned chest and nipple piercing. The mesh shirt showed off the tattoos that he had running up and down his arm. The most noticeable ones where the flames on his wrists.

Around his neck was a spiked collar that looked like it belonged on a dog and not a human. In the loop leading from the collar there was a hook that was attached to a chain that hung freely down his chest. His lips and ears where pierced with silver hoops, though the ear had three, all of verying sizes.

“Are you Mike?”

“Yeah, who wants to know?”

The beauty laughed and smiled again.

“I’m Brad’s friend, he couldn’t make it, something to do with his mother not wanting him to go out because he was grounded or something.”

“Wait, where you at his house?”

“Yeah why?”

“He said he had to wake you up. What did you do last night that made you so tied?” I asked curious.

He smiled and looked over his shoulder as though he was about to say something he didn’t want anyone else to hear, then he leaned close to me and whispered, “Me and Brad where fucking.”

(AN: Brad is 17 where as Mike is 15, just thought you’d want to know)

I blushed and looked down.

“Wow, that’s a surprise, I didn’t know Brad was gay.”

“He’s not.”

“But you and him-” He cut me off.

“He’s not gay, he’s bisexual leaning more towards men then women.”

I looked up at him confused.

“How old are you?”

He laughed and smiled again.

“18 and let’s just say I was his first. Anyway, what was this thing that you wanted to tell him?”

I looked up at the ceiling, contemplating on if I should tell this stranger what my father wanted me to do.

“Okay, I’ll tell you, on one condition, you tell me your name.”

“Chester Bennington.”

“Ok Chester, come on in.”

I moved to the side and waited for him to enter then I closed and locked the door behind him.

“So how long have you and Brad known each other?”

Chester looked up at me and then at the ceiling.

“I think it’ll be one year next month.”

“And how long have you been dating?”

“About 6 months.”

I shook my head and smiled at him.

“Okay, follow me into my room, I’ll show you what I wanted to ask Brad.”

I let him follow me up the stairs into my room and walked over to my desk where I had the picture of the man my father wanted me to look for.

“You might want to sit down,” I said as I pointed to the bed.

There was a creaking of springs as Chester sat down on the bed.

“Okay, so here’s the thing,” I started as I sat down next to him on the bed, “my father and I are decedents of VanHellsing.”

“You mean that dude from that one book that killed like Vampires and stuff?”

“Yeah, any ways, contrary to popular belief, VanHellsing was actually a real man who did in fact, hunt Vampires and Werwolves. Now before you interrupt and tell me that’s I’m Bull shitting you, let me explain further. My father wanted me to find this one guy, telling me that he’s the lover of the Vampire Dracula. Now I don’t know why I have to find him and why it seemed so urgent to my father, but I do know that he has been reincarnated into our time and he’s somewhere in the United States, where that is I don’t know. Now this is where you and Brad come in. I need you and Brad to use his connections in order to find this guy and bring him to me.”

I looked over and Chester and saw him looking around at the paintings that my father had collected over the many years of his life.

“So basically me and Brad are your errand boys?”

“Basically yeah.”

Chester laughed and looked over at me with his perching eyes.

“Well, I’ll do it, but I can’t speak for Brad, after all I’m just his boyfriend.”

“Yeah I know, but you can explain to him why I need him to do this for me.”

“Okay, give me the picture and I’ll get it to him the next time I spend the night at his house.”

I nodded and picked up the picture that I had laying down beside me and handed it to him.

Chester whistled and smiled.

“He’s hot.”

I laughed and smiled.

“I wouldn’t know.”

“No it’s true, you can tell by the shape of his eyes that he’s a person full of happiness, but there’s also some sadness in his eyes, like he was betrayed by someone he loves.”

I looked at the picture.

“How did you get all that from just a simple photo?”

“I’m good at reading people. I also....I don’t know how to say this, but I have somewhat vision like experiences when I look at someone really long. In this picture, I can see that he came from a happy family, but was led astray when his father passed away and his mother killed herself, leaving him and his older brother to fend for themselves....”

I watched as Chesters' eyes glazed over and his voice changed from his soft voice, to one lower and much older sounding.

“At the age of 17 he was forced by a family friend to go into prostitution, he was told that that was the only way for him and his brother to get along in the world. He was way too pretty for just anyone, he was told, so he was sold to the highest payer. His name was Seth, but everyone called him Nightshade.”

Chesters' eyes cleared and he shook his head.

“You okay?” I asked him.

“What just happened? I was talking to you, and all of a sudden everything went black.”

“You just told me a story about this mans life.”

I paused and thought of what to say next

“You also said his name was Seth.”

“I did? I don’t remember anything. That’s never happened to me before.”

I looked over at the computer and saw that I had a new e-mail.

“If you’ll excuse me.”

Chester nodded and I walked over to the computer desk and sat in the chair.

When I was in the middle of trying to get to the new e-mail, my computer crashed.

“Damn piece of shit, I hate you you stupid Windows computer!”

I looked over when I herd a soft laugh and saw Chester smiling at me.

“You need to buy a Mac dude.”

I sighed and nodded.

“Yeah I know, this thing is always giving me problems.”

I started up the computer again and thankfully it didn’t give me the “Blue Screen Of Death” when it finally started up.

I checked the e-mail and was surprised when I saw a reply to the e-mail that I sent out with the pic of the man attached to it.

“Hey Chester, get over here.”

There was a sound of squeaking bed springs as Chester got up and stood behind me and looked at the screen.

“What am I looking at?”

“Was this the guy you saw in your head when you where telling me about Seth?”

I herd a gasp and then a thump, which made me turn around and I saw Chester sitting on the floor with his mouth open.

“Ches?”

“That’s him...that’s who I saw.”

I looked up at the computer screen and studied the picture.

He looked almost the same as he had in the photo of the painting, save for this time his neck was lacking the gash across it. He looked much happier then he had in the picture that Chester had studied.

“It says he lives in New Orleans, his name is Seth AKA Nightshade.”

I looked further down on the e-mail and saw a little note.

I hope that this picture will help you in your search, I’m sorry I was unable to find out where he lives exactly, but I know that if you ask around, you’ll find him.

-From

A friend

“Well that’s helpful, looks like you me and Brad are getting on the next flight to New Orleans.”

~*~*~*~*End Flash Back~*~*~*~*~*~*

On that trip to New Orleans I found out just how much Chester and Brad where in love, they always held hands and could stand for hours just looking into each others eyes, kind of annoying actually, seeing as I had no one that loved me.

When I told Brad about the whole Dracula thing, he was a bit freaked but got over it quickly and agreed to come with me to New Orleans. I have since regretted sharing a room with the two lovers, they agreed not to have sex while I was there, but they still made out like horny teenagers, which, in a sense, they were.

On another note, about a month into our stay at New Orleans I found the man we where looking for.

He was sitting on the side of the road talking to a woman that looked about ten years older then him.

Needless to say, he wasn’t very happy when we told him that he had to come back to California with us, but we where able to persuade him.

In the end, we brought him back to my father, and he, to my shock, put the man in some sort of containment with shackles around his wrists and ankles and locked him in a glass box which was later filled with some sort of gas that basically froze him so he wouldn’t grow older past his 18 years.

My father explained to me that we had to keep him like this because there was a slim chance that someone might try and wake up Dracula, who I had learned by then, was in the care of my sister, Mary. He, unlike Seth, was in a coffin, cuffed to the sides, with a metal mask covering his face, and leaches that would suck out his blood, just enough to keep him weak so he couldn’t cause anyone any harm.

I found out from my father that, in order to keep both my and my sister Mary alive the years it will probably be till someone finds a way to kill Dracula, that me and Mary would me transfused with the blood from that leaches that came from Dracula himself.

I know what your thinking, the blood would turn me and my sister into Vampires, oh how wrong you are. The blood is actually purified in the leaches body, and when we take the blood from the leaches, the parasite I guess you can call it, is gone, which only leaves the part of the blood that will lengthen our lives.

Both Brad and Chester where injected with the blood too, because they where to help me and my sister should that day come that some foolish person try and awake Darcula....lets just hope that it wont happen.

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I walked over to the sub store where I was going to buy Chester and myself some subs when my cell phone started to play Korns' “Coming Undone”. Who could be calling me? Only Brad and Chester had this number.

I opened the phone, intrigued as to who would be calling to see the name “Chester B.” flash across the screen.

“Sup?” I ask into the phone.

“Mike, you need to come back now, I just checked on the vault that you had that guy stationed in and the guards are knocked out and the vault door is open.”

“Fuck, I’ll be right there.”

I closed the phone and turned back around and all but ran to my car hoping that I wasn’t to late, that I could be there before the people who broke into the vault could get away with the body hidden there, if something was to happen, my father would have my head and the world would surly come to an end.

I opened the door of my Hummer and got inside then sped down the 10 or so blocks to my house where Chester was waiting.

When I pulled up and jumped from the car, through the keys to the boy standing there and ran up the steps to where I knew Chester would be standing.

He met me at the door.

“I sent Brad down there to check on things, hopefully he was able to capture the people that did this and they didn’t have enough time to get Dracula’s lover out,” He said as we raced up the stairs to where the vault was.

We burst through the doors to find the guards just waking up from whatever the robbers gave them, rubbing their heads, groaning.

“Mr. VanHellsing! There wasn’t anything we could do, they caught us by surprise!”

I nodded to the guard that had spoken and walked over to the vault, grabbing a gun that was hanging on the wall on the way over.

“Chester, follow me.”

I didn’t bother to look behind me to make sure he was following as I walked down the somewhat dark tunnel made out of concrete.

The security door was cracked with a hole blown in the middle of it. This door led to the room where Dracula’s lover was kept in his glass tomb.

I turned the corner with the gun in front of me, only to be greeted with the sight of two bodies stuck on the pikes that where part of the security system, their blood leaking out onto the floor.

“Apparently there where more then two,” Chester stated as he walked over to where the glass tomb would have been, all that was left was a pile of broken glass.

“Why would they steel a body?”

I looked over at Chester and sighed, “I don’t know buddy, I just don’t know.”

“Wait, where’s Brad?”

I looked up when I herd Chester say this and I walked over and gasped when I saw him laying on the ground with a bullet in his head.

“NO!!!!!!”

I watched as Chester feel to his knees next to him and picked up his head.

“You can’t be dead! You just can’t!! I LOVE YOU GOD DAMN IT!”

I walked over and placed my hand on Chesters' shoulder.

“There’s nothing we can do Ches, all we can do is bury him and try and get the bastards that did this to him.”

Chester stood up with Brad in his arms.

“They’ll pay for doing this to Brad,” Chester said through gritted teeth and walked from the room, a trial of blood in his wake.

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Shortly after the break in, my sister called me to tell me that she also had a break in at her place, except this time, the guards where killed not just knocked out.

Dracula had been stolen.

Since the day we found Brad dead down in the vault, Chester has become an emotionless robot, just following orders and not talking back like he would have if Brad was still alive.

I guess that Brad and him where more then just fuck buddies, I should have guessed that sooner based on how long they where together in the first place. I tried to cheer him up by taking him to gay clubs, but every trip turned out the same, guys would come up to us, ask Chester to dance and all he would do is look at them then back at the table and chug his beer.

Finally I gave up and just figured that Chester would find a way out of this depression himself, after all, it wasn’t my problem if he didn’t want to except my help.

We spent the time I wasn’t trying to help cheer Chester up hunting for the guys who had broken into the mansion to steel both Dracula and his lover. One day on a break in one of the local coffee shops, Chester and I where sitting in our usual booth when I herd something about a strange ritual that had been performed in the woods outside of town.

I looked up at the TV to see the metal coffin that had been holding Dracula prisoner open and empty.

I taped Chester on the shoulder and nodded towards the screen and he looked over then looked at me and got up from the bench he was sitting on and walked to the door.

Did I mention that he didn’t talk all that much anymore? Thought not.

Anyway, we hopped into my Hummer and set forth towards the woods, hoping to find a clue as to where we would find the men who broke into my sister and my house’s and stole Dracula and his lover.

I looked over to see Chester looking out the window at the scenery as the trees zoomed by.

“We’ll catch them, don’t worry Ches, and when we do, they will pay for what they did to Brad.”

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Soooo good chapter eh? Well I’ve worked on this for quite some time, it’s my first story of it’s kind, and I do hope that you guys like it.

Tell me if you think I should continue it!

Peace!

-Vampire Princess