Reignited with the Son of Dracula (sequel to Harry: Son of Dracula)

Final bow

Harry stands in a place he has never seen before. The air is filled mist and clouds covering the blue sky. He takes in the beauty of the breathtaking view. He smiles taking in the peaceful feeling. His hand reaches out beside him thinking he feel her hand. But nothing. He spins on his heel looking everywhere for her. "Jade!" He yells for her with worry.

"Harry." His eyes widen as he hears the familiar voice. He turns looking at the man before him. He smiles at him as he returns it. "Father." He says with confusion and happiness. They walk to each other with open arms. "Father how are you here? I taught you dead? Where is Jade? Where are we?" Vlad smiles at his sons many questions. One thing he missed truly of his son.

"She is not here." He softly speaks which causes eyes to widen. He holds his hand up as Harry opens his mouth to speak. His face turns serious as he brings his hand down. "Harry you are where the died rest." His brows pull forward as he heres the news. "Harry...Vincent struck you on the battlefield. Jade is down there." His eyes widen with fear.

"My son. It is not your time. Your people need you. Your mother. Your friends. Your kingdom. But mostly your beloved Jade." He takes Harry's face into his hands. "Wake up Harry.Tell your mother I love her. Wake up my son. Wake up." Slowly Harry begins to fade in her fathers hands. "It was nice seeing you again my son. I love you."

Those were the last words Harry heard before he shot up from the bloody bed. He touches his shoulder which has fully healed. "Harry!" His named is yelled with happiness and worry. "Harry your alright." He hears his mother but his mind his racing. He looks into her eyes. "I saw father." He whispers softly watching her eyes slowly build with tears. "He loves you." She breaks a sob as she pushes his hair out of the way.

"Where is Jade?" He ask gently making everyone look down. Louis walks up to Harry with a piece of paper in his hands. "She left this in your hands before she went to the battlefield." He grips the paper with shaking hands.

He reads each word from word until the last letter. Each word makes his heart ache hoping she didn't do what he thinks she did.

He flashes out of the bed as he read the last line. His heart is racing. He is hoping she still stands. If not he would die without seeing her smile. Hearing her laugh. Hearing her soft voice that his a melody to his ears. Her brown eyes shine. Her hand in his. The curls upon her head. Her. He can't live without her.

They have been through to much. He remembers seeing her running through the woods. He remembers carrying her back to her home. The tears she spilled. Her smile when he spoke for the first time. Dancing with her. Their first kiss. First date. How she felt in gis arms as the lay to sleep. When they first said 'I love you'. When they made love. Everything.

He sees the entrance doors are open wide. Ashes feel the air but no raging war fills his ears. He stops running to slowly walk to the field. He stands as he sees everyone with their swords down looking in one direction. Some look to him with sorrow. He follows their eyes to see a sight he never wanted to see.

There they stand. Frozen in place. Blood spilled. Vincent's head laying beside his body slowly surrounding her with his ashes.

They trail from her feet all the way to the tip of her head. A scream passes his lips. A scream that made her snap out of her trance. He runs to her as the sword falls to the ground. The very sword that pierced her.

As she falls in his arms. Everything seemed unreal. This can't be real. Please be a dream. But nothing seems grant his wish.

There he holds his beloved. Trying to hold on to her last breathe. Everyone just stares not knowing what to do as they see the Queen has fallen. The son of Dracula bride has taking her finally bow.