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cybercookiepainteralmond · 1 year

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I need a good and long fanfic story where they do kill Dracula but they're too late to stop Mina from becoming one and we go from there. INCLUDING Johnathan being the man so in love that he'd refuse to let her spend eternity alone.

#vampire mina harker #jonathan harker #mina murray #mina harker #dracula daily

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lia-wildfire · 2 years

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Mina Harker died in her sleep.

By all evidence, it must have been peaceful; she was lying comfortably with a hand resting on her husband’s arm over her waist and a faint smile on her face, though no amount of apparent contentment could lessen her husband’s distress upon waking up to find her body cold and still.

His cries woke the children, and quite possibly the neighbors.

Their son, Quincey, had rushed in first, and quickly turned back to spare his sister Cindy the sight, sending her instead to summon their uncles Art and Jack at once.

With their father too distressed to speak, and knowing that it would be worse to hear him crying without knowing why, it was Quincey who told Cindy the dreadful news.

It was their uncles who had to pry poor Jonathan away from his wife, with Arthur taking him to the children, where he was needed more, while John attempted in his usual way to put aside his personal investments to perform a medical examination as if he had not been a close friend of the deceased.

For his health, he should perhaps have called for a colleague. For his knowledge of Mina’s previous vampiric afflictions, however…

A tension seemed to go from the room the others had gathered in when he went to report finding no marks of unholy designs, and that she had gone happily and peacefully in her sleep, though Jonathan only wept the more for it.

A funeral was arranged, officially by Jonathan, but in practice it was Arthur sending the necessary letters, while John went through the Professor’s old journals to find some ways to ensure she could not be preyed upon by evils after her death, and Jonathan held his children like they were a lifeline.

The two days leading up to the funeral passed in an odd haze for most of those involved.

Quincey paced and wept and busied himself with things that did nothing to calm him, until Arthur offered that they go and practice with firearms at his estate, and Quincey found some measure of peace with the steel of his namesake’s well-kept revolver. Cindy was possessed with an urge to speak of anything and everything except for her mother’s passing, something which took up her father’s and her Uncle Jack’s time so thoroughly that they had to take her in shifts. (At least it kept Jonathan’s mind off of spiraling.)

Both of the Harkers had written up their own last wills and testaments long ago, updating them multiple times to be sure of every variable. Mina left everything to her beloved husband and children, and was sure to include a few measures against rising from the dead as though they were simply some last wishes to be buried with specific flowers and things she was fond of.

A second, secret will detailed what she wished them to do should she return, despite all their efforts against the dreadful Count, and prey upon the living.

John Seward raised the awkward question of the one sure way to keep someone from becoming a vampire. After some discussion, all present voted that it would be an unnecessary mutilation, as she hadn't shown any signs of vampirism and they were taking every other measure at their disposal.

A wreath of garlic flowers adorned Mina’s neck and more were scattered over her in the coffin, her hands were placed around a crucifix, and when she was finally closed up and laid in the mausoleum, Jonathan himself placed a branch of wild rose atop the lid.

None were there to see what developed beneath the lid, as the motion of being carried from the church to the cemetery jostled the crucifix from Mina’s hands, as an attendant whisked away the wild roses, as the garlic flowers wilted away, as a small scar faded into view on her forehead.

Jonathan may once have said that, without Mina, he would have no reason to go on. That he would follow her anywhere, even into death.

But, though he found himself in a stupor after his tears ran dry…

Their son Quincey found him at precise times each morning, noon, and evening, reminding him to wash and dress and eat properly. Though the dear boy was near running himself ragged with busying and fussing over everything else, his concern for his father and sister brought him back to them like clockwork.

Their daughter Cindy couldn’t detain her Uncle Jack forever and demanded her father through tears to tell her how to map equations on a grid, or to inform her of every detail of estate policy, or to show her how to look after her typewriter, or a dozen other things. (He and Mina still hadn’t wanted her going to her brother for his firearm knowledge until she was older, not after the last time, so he could hardly leave the two of them unattended).

John and Arthur came for dinner each night for three days after they buried her. Each time, Arthur brought a new record for Mina’s phonograph to play, and required Jonathan’s blessing to lead Cindy or Quincey in a dance. (Disregarding that he had danced with both of them without needing permission many a time, since they were hardly able to stand and entirely too uncoordinated to follow the steps properly.) John took the time while they were distracted to analyze Jonathan in his professional way and engage him in conversation until he was summoned back by the others.

Though he had to reconsider following his wife deliberately, Jonathan felt something was amiss, finding an ache in his head each time he stood and something feeling off with his heart. He swore that he would partake in no strenuous action going forward, and that he would try to remain spirited for Quincey and Cindy’s sakes, but…

What if, despite his efforts, the shock of losing his beloved Mina had been too much? What if he joined her regardless?

Garlic flowers, being soft-stemmed, tended to wilt in the span of a few days.

If anyone were to have pried open Mina’s coffin, they would have found her body shifted to one side, with the dislodged crucifix on the other.

Jonathan’s final gift, the rose branch, had been taken by an attendant to the mausoleum and placed in a small jar of water on the marble shelf where offerings and remembrances were meant to be kept.

Mina Harker was not in her bed.

This fact was puzzling.

The last thing she could recall was her Jonathan, and their bed…

Something was uncomfortable against her side, so she shifted away from it and tried to sit up.

Something kept her from sitting up. Her forehead bonked against it, leaving an odd… not quite pain, more of a tingling, directly in the center.

She removed it, whatever it was, and stood…

Ah, she had left the lid ajar. She had better set that right before she went on her way.

Where was Jonathan?

As she wandered in search of an exit, she found a branch of roses, their petals just barely turning down, but otherwise perfectly lovely.

Far from distracting her, the flowers only made her think of her darling husband more. She took them. Who could they be for, other than her beloved?

The air was cool and the sky was dark and clear. One hand lifted the hem of her skirt while the other held onto Jonathan’s rose branch.

She passed someone with a light. They spoke, making her pause, and she had half a thought towards… something… to do with them…?

No, she must return to her Jonathan. The roses may wilt if she dallied. She bid a goodnight and continued on.

(Behind her, the night watchman fainted after the apparent ghost of his old schoolteacher.)

There were things in her way when she arrived, things she couldn’t quite make sense of. (The door was closed… Was she invited to enter? …What a silly thought. This was her home.)

Jonathan was there. (The sound of him shifting under the covers with a soft sigh, the smell of… something sweet, something warm.)

Faint pinks and yellows colored the horizon; dawn would come soon. She must return to Jonathan.

The window of their bedroom was open.

Anyone who watched at that hour may have seen an odd sight: a bat, with a flower clutched in its little feet, darting through a window below the watery pre-dawn sky.

The very first rays of sunlight painted a faint rosy light over the walls as Mina shed her outermost layers, carefully placed Jonathan’s rose into the pitcher of water on their bedside table, and paused for a moment to look down at her husband.

His face, normally soft in sleep, held a hint of melancholy, echoed in the way his body curled in on itself and his arms clung onto a pillow. She had seen this many a time, when she was the later one to bed and had left her poor husband to fall asleep without anyone to hold.

(She could kiss that worry away…)

Her right hand lifted the covers and moved the pillow, her left hand brushed at Jonathan’s stray hair, soothing the wrinkles in his features.

Jonathan shifted in his sleep as if to welcome his beloved back into bed as Mina found her place under the blankets easily, as she had done hundreds of times.

He was wonderfully warm and he smelled like… like her Jonathan.

She could kiss him, she could… take some of that warmth… he wouldn’t mind sharing, surely… but…

The sun was rising. She was tired.

She would not let her Jonathan awaken without his arms around his Mina.

So, lying comfortably, with one hand holding her husband’s arm over her waist and a faint smile lingering on her face, she let that sleepy haze overtake her.

#My writing #My posts #wordcount 1651 #dracula fanfiction #jonathan harker #mina harker #vampire mina harker #jonmina #vampire #vampire fiction #temporary character death #good to rec

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chernobog13 · 25 days

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Bram Stoker's Dracula artwork by Mike Mignola, from the comic book adaptation of the 1992 film by Mignola and writer Roy Thomas.

#Bram Stoker's Dracula #Count Dracula #Dracula #Mina Harker #vampire #Bram Stoker #Mike Mignola

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barghesthowls · 2 years

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everyone since july: give her a gun!

#okay but a vampire packing heat is cool #dracula daily #jonathan harker #mina harker

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kforkourtney · 7 months

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I'm gonna pretend I posted this on Friday the 13th😅. Taking inspiration from Dracula, this scientist, which one could interpret as Mina Harker (née Murray), has become a master in Chemistry and Hematology. Her clothing echoes the dark suits that scientists and doctors wore in the 1800s. Whether she has gone insane in finding a cure to her vampirism, or is obsessed with blood's scientific properties, one only hopes that her husband hasn't become a victim in her insane experiments! Happy Inktober!!💕🦇

#digitalart #illustration #fanart #digitalillustration #art #vampire #vampire art #vampire girl #mina murray #mina harker #count dracula #inktober #inktober2023 #spooktober #spooky month

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picklepie888 · 2 years

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Society has progressed past the need for more Dracmina adaptations. We need a Dracula adaptation where Mina's unbridled hatred and rage towards the Count is so apparent that she's hellbent on getting revenge. We need a movie where she takes her rightful place as Dracula's arch nemesis instead of Van Helsing, who canonically was nowhere near as hurt by him personally as Mina has. This was the monster who traumatised her husband and murdered her best friend. He hurt the people she loved most, and she's going to make sure he hurts for the rest of his immortal existence.

#dracula daily #dracula #mina harker: vampire hunter #dracula au #mina harker #even if none of the other characters catch on as to who/what is causing all their misery mina takes action immediatly #jonmina

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cherryqueenoftarts · 2 years

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It occurs to me that I haven't yet articulated something percolating in my mind. I've never read Dracula but I have been exposed to a (very different) stage production and the 90s movie. And I've seen plenty of references to it in other media and people imitating Bela Lugosi saying "I vant to suck your blood."

Which brings me to my point. Up until recently reading Dracula Daily, I just never even questioned the concept of Dracula, and most vampires in general, wanting to hunt and kill people for their blood. Like, blood is their food; when they are hungry they want human blood, like mosquitoes or ticks or whatever.

However, since reading Lucy's description of her experience being preyed on by Dracula, it's made me think I have been missing Stoker's point. And that many vampire story creators also don't address (and they certainly don't have to).

Dracula is feeding on Lucy's soul. The blood is incidental. He's draining her of herself. That's why strength of character makes a difference. Mina has built her character, the strength of her soul, in ways Lucy was always prevented from doing. Same with the captain of the Demeter. As captain, he was a stronger character than any other crew member, so he could resist being consumed. It's about way more than blood.

Idk if I'm conveying my epiphany very well. It's not that the idea of vampires eating souls is new to me. It's more that I think the blood part of it has been way overemphasized. Blood consumption has become the defining characteristic of vampires, and I think it's not at all what Stoker was trying to convey. They are demons that consume the spirit of a person. That's what makes what they do so evil and devastating. If it was just blood, it could be neutral in certain circumstances. But it's not blood. It's everything that makes a person who they are.

#dracula daily #dracula #vampire #lucy westenra #vampires #mina murray #mina harker #blood #thoughts about vampires

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see-arcane · 2 years

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Jonathan, meeting Van Helsing for the first time: Hi! :)

Van Helsing, physically holding him up to the light to look for Signs of Shock and Headfuckery: Well, that can’t be right. I heard you were all kinds of wrecked

Jonathan: Oh, I was. But then you confirmed my two-month stay in Transylvanian Vampire Hell was real, so now I’m better :)

Van Helsing, still mentally preparing himself for a hell of a time convincing Jack that vampires are a thing: ...

Jonathan, all heroic-to-vengeful sunshine: Are we going to fuck up the Count now? :)

Van Helsing, close to tears: God, yes

#it really is objectively hilarious that the first young ~rational~ people Van Helsing runs into who are down for vampire violence #are these two seemingly mild-mannered nerds #rather than the stalwart young men back home who he still has to convince of the threat #Jack: Vampires are bullshit ESPECIALLY Lucy being one #Jonathan and Mina: I will stake Dracula with a fountain pen if need be :)#jonathan harker #abraham van helsing #dracula #dracula daily

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georgiacooked · 5 months

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It’s hereeee! It has arrived! My hardback proof copy of the Dracula Daily Sketch Collection! My housemate spotted a few text issues to fix on the back cover, but otherwise it looks so gooood! My tiny Art Child!

Hoping to get a paperback proof sorted next, then onto seeing how best to sell them!

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another-chaotic-bisexual-vampire · 2 years

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I just love The Drama (and unexpected comedy) to have this tense moment between the men broken by Mina suddenly rising from her trance-like slumber with, "You forget—" *anime villain snort of derision* "—that I am The Train Fiend."

#and she would be wearing glasses for no other reason than to have them glare dramatically at this exact moment #dracula daily #dracula #mina harker supremacy #mina murray #mina harker: vampire hunter #mina harker née murray #mina harker

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