Rescued and Shared: A Dracula Retelling Romance

Latest Entry from Lucy Westenra’s Diary

I have been taking care to follow my dear friend, Mina's, example and write faithfully in my diary since I contracted my mysterious 'illness' back in Whitby. Knowing what I know now, I can see a clear pattern in my previous entries.

I understand just what happened to me that first night I sleepwalked all the way to the cemetery. I understand why my dreams were so full of fear though I could remember nothing. I understand why I only slept well and safely if I didn't sleep alone.

The cause of my ailment was one that would only be spoken by superstitious commoners after crossing themselves or by the most obscure and eccentric of scholars. I know that even I will not speak of this outside of this single diary entry. For in these modern times, it sounds the ravings of a lunatic.

Vampire!

A creature of evil and legend. A parasite that steals the life from others. A monster that meant to kill me.

I would not be alive today had it not been for the devotion of my darling Arthur, and his friends, Jack Seward and Quincey Morris. And the cleverness of Jack's fellow physician, Dr. Van Helsing, of course.

The vile creature that followed me all the way back to London was not prepared for the genius of these two men of medicine. Not that it had cause to complain at first. Dr. Van Helsing says that he was forced...