Dracula's Return.

Chapter 1

Deep, deep down in the depths of Hell an old friend of the devil's had just come through Hells door. Count Dracula of Transylvania who had been killed by Van Helsing had arrived in Hell.

You might think that Dracula's dead (again) and that he has gone to hell to stay there forever and to be tortured for eternity. But no. Dracula although thinking that he was almost invincible apart from the little Werewolf situation, had when he was younger, created something that would make him completely invincible… Practically…

Somewhere in the Middle of Transylvania:

Van Helsing rode through the endless fields of grass with Carl. It was dusk and the Sun was setting in the sky. They were on their way back to Paris to see what was going on, and decided to stop and make camp for the night.

" I swear to never, ever ride a horse again after defeating a Evil-Super-Villain. I think that I have broken something and then made it worse by riding" complained Carl while dismounting.

"Stop your whining and go and get some firewood. We will be riding all day tomorrow so you had better get used to it." Van Helsing replied testily.

" Oh so that is the thanks I get for-""SHUT UP and GO.JUST go…"

"You are still sad about…Anna…aren't you?" Carl said quietly.

" No…No I'm just…Tired…Just Tired that's all." He said raising his hand in front of his face

Carl gave a nod. Understanding that he wanted to be alone. He slowly began to walk off, when there was a loud and spine-chilling scream: "AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhh."

Carl spun around on his heel, and Van Helsing raised his head and they both turned and looked in the direction of the scream for the source of it.

It had come from the direction that they had just come from… The direction of Dracula's Castle… and the scream sounded familiar…

Dracula's Castle:

Lying on the floor in a black heap, was Count Dracula… Slowly he rose… The large cut on his neck still bleeding. He stood up straight, and slowly rubbed his hand over his neck where the skin had been broken. He looked at his blood-covered hand and slowly licked all the blood from it and at the same time the cut on his neck healed and was as good as new, like it had never happened.

He looked around him. All the equipment was ruined. He would have to think of another plan. He now despised all of humanity more than ever…Especially… Van Helsing.

He heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

(Please excuse me for the little mishap I seem to have forgotten the name of the little slave creatures that worked for Dracula. So for now I am going to call them…Mud People! OK) it was one of his little Mud People. "Gasp. Master. Master you are dead agin ah master!"(Said with a lisp all mistakes are intentional) " I ony leve to serve ou Master" At this point the Mud Person was about to grab his leg. But before he got that far Dracula gave him a withering look, which quickly put him of that idea after deciding better of it and began bowing to him instead.

"Oh, stop it you mindless worm. Be gone. Where is Egore? Go and get him. NOW" he said walking off in his usual fashion, hands behind back head up and yes, you guessed it, walked up the wall.

"Master. Master. Forgiv me but Egore gone." Dracula stopped half

way up the wall. Slowly he turned round so as to look at the Mud Person. "What do you mean gone?" he said slyly.

"Well. He fall ouf bridge. He go bye be!" Dracula turned round and looked out the hole in the wall at the broken bridge. Then the Mud Person said quietly, almost to himself "He smell anyway"…

At that Dracula spun round and glared at him "What did you say Egore was worth 100 of you." At that the Mud worm cowered in the corner in terror. "Look at you. You miserable creature! You are like a rat trapped except you wouldn't have the guts to attack me!

Suddenly the door burst open and there was Van Helsing standing. He walked into the room glaring at Dracula.

Dracula once again spun round to face him. "Can't you give me a moments peace. I have just died and come back to the undead world and would like a moment alone."

"How did you…But I… But you… I'm seriously confused. OK. How did you do it?" Van Helsing asked, puzzled. "Oh, I'm not going to tell you all that I suggest that you just…Read the Painting" he said motioning to the Picture on the wall.

"But I can't read that it is in Latin." said Van Helsing.

The words: "AAAAGGGGHHHHHHHH." Echoed up the staircase Carl came rushing in hands above his head. "HELP ME FOR GOD SAKE ITS FOLLOWING ME. AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH. NO FAIR" he was being chased by a tiny little Mud Person. Van Helsing unsheathed his sword and swiftly chopped the Mud Persons head off. Dracula had a pained look on his face " He could have been useful."

AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH" Screamed Carl after noticing Count Dracula. "Kill him quick Van Helsing Quick OH GOD!" he screamed almost having a fit.

"Surely you are a Monk and you shouldn't be swearing?" asked Dracula " Actually technically, I'm only a Friar…So shouldn't you be dead?" questioned Carl.

" I say again read the painting" once more he motioned to the painting.

"Carl, it is in Latin I can't read it. Say it aloud."

Carl walked over to the painting and said:

"Count Dracula of Transylvania made a Bracelet, or small Vambrace to protect himself. Although can be killed by a Werewolf, Count Dracula is indestructible. Once he is killed he will be sent to Hell but in this Vambrace is Pure Goodness, this is the one thing that Hell cannot stand. So Hell, The Great Underworld will spit him back out. Count Dracula however abides it with a great pain… The only way to kill him is to destroy the Vambrace. But that's impossible…"

Count Dracula held up his right arm, his sleeve fell back to show a large black Vambrace. All around it Dracula's arm bled and burned. So until I destroy that fancy little Vambrace, you are unkillable even to a Werewolf because you will just come straight back to life I mean death I mean… Here again? "Yes" Replied Dracula "but that is impossible…"