When One Turns into Another

A/N: I had this crazy idea when I was in the shower and.. humming, lol. Hope you like it and laugh along with me! ;) Please read and review! XD

Summary: One morning in Vaseria, our characters' bodies are switched! How will they deal with this disaster? How will they react?

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Van Helsing, but this small, plot bunny! (:

Btw, this happens during Van Helsing's first stay in Vaseria! Just imagine that they went back to the house to sleep and rest, etc.

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Anna Valerious was one to wake up early. She would get up, brush her teeth, tame her curly, brown hair and fix herself quickly into her usual clothes before she walked off to the armory. But this morning was different. The sun was bright and that never changed, but the Princess felt as if her body had gone through a surgery and a load was put over it.

Without suspecting anything, she slid out of the sheets of her bed and walked to the bathroom. She could have easily missed it were it not for her focusing eyes, and Anna's eyes widened in horror as looked upon her worst enemy.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!"

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Van Helsing was not one to wake up early. He would get up in the afternoon, because he always slept late and for that he earned himself some dark shadows beneath his eyes. This morning, however, his eyes snapped open when a girly scream echoed through every corridor and hallway of the Valerious Manor. His eyes widened, and instinctively he got up. But something was wrong. Was it just him or did he hear a man scream?

The door of his room was suddenly slammed by frenzied fists. Groaning irritably, he pushed off the covers and opened the locked door. When he did, all he could do was stare.

In front of him stood Count Vladislaus Dracula with his long, dark hair in a wild tangle and his clothes folded from sleeping in the wrong position. And Dracula didn't look like he was going to attack Van Helsing. On the other hand he looked desperate. But when the Count gazed at Van Helsing, he backed away.

"No! This is a nightmare!" 'Dracula' howled in distress, pinching himself.

"What..?"

Dracula grabbed Van Helsing's wrist so fast the hunter could only blink in surprise. He was dragged to the bathroom, and there... the legendary monster hunter screamed as well.

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"What is that noise..?" Carl muttered sleepily, and he reached his hair to ruffle it up like he always did. Instead, he felt like his hair had grown longer than before. He blinked in surprise, and got up from bed.

Strange... Carl thought as he stood up. He inhaled a breath and stumbled, falling onto the ground. He was tall! How did he get so tall in one day?

Suddenly realization hit him as he looked at his clothes. He was wearing all black. Only Van Helsing wore black, apart from the villain Dracula.

Carl gave out a small squeal, and practically ran to the bathroom only to meet Anna Valerious and Count Dracula standing together looking at themselves in the mirror with disbelieving looks on their faces.

When they caught sight of Carl, they could only gape.

"What?" Carl blurted, and found that he even had a deeper voice. Dracula cracked a smile, and moved away from the window so Carl could see.

"Look for yourself."

Carl looked.

He regretted it afterwards.

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Warm.

That was the first thing that popped into his head. Dracula had never felt so comforted by that feeling before. After all he had no heartbe- hold on...

Dracula's eyes snapped open. He thought his breath would catch in his throat and suffocate him. Fortunately, he was able to calm himself. What he heard inside of him meant only one thing.

He had a heartbeat.

And what's more, he could feel...

What in the Devil's name... Dracula growled. He tried to raise himself onto his feet with his will, but nothing happened. Suddenly he panicked, human emotions grabbing him. He flailed in his... Dracula face lost its color, turning into the shade of ash.

He, Count Dracula, was in a BED bathing in the SUN!

Dracula flung himself from the white, fluffy cot. And yet the sunlight did not affect him. He wasn't hurt by the rays, and pain did not come.

The Count almost immediately searched himself, and found his voice was high and squeaky. His hair was flat and the cross color of brown and blonde. He had shrunk into the height of a young man. What had happened...?

"No... NOOO! This cannot BE!"

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"What in God's name has happened? And.. who are you?" Carl whispered. He stared at himself in the mirror and grabbed 'his' hair. He had pinched him countless times, but that didn't seem to wake him up from his dream. During his sleep, he had slipped into Van Helsing's body. Most likely Anna and Van Helsing were in the same situation.

Dracula spoke up, red in the face, "I am Anna."

And Anna spoke too, "And I am..." there was a slight pause, "...Van Helsing."

"Oh." That was Carl's reaction to the situation.

All at once, there was a loud noise from the kitchen. The sound of shattering objects connected with the floor. A familiar voice yelled in fury as something that sounded like a chair banged on the wall, the small echo of its death to be heard.

Anna, or Van Helsing, looked at 'Carl' with a small grin, "I didn't know you had such a voice in you, Carl."

Carl grimaced, as the three ran to where the sound was coming from. There they found the lost body of Carl and its inhabitant.

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"Arghhhh!" Dracula snarled as he threw any object in his path to release his stress. Why the Devil was he human? And in the body of a puny Friar's! It was a disgrace!

Footsteps rushed forward, and Dracula turned to look. His anger only grew as he saw the three.

Carl gasped in genuine fright, clearly concerned about how his body was used. Van Helsing could only smile in amusement now and Anna Valerious... well, she looked a bit scared now. She always thought the Friar had a lighter, brighter expression on his face. Instead, Dracula had destroyed that image completely.

The Count Dracula aka Carl stood in the middle of all the glass and broken plates, with the splintered wood. His hands were had scratches and his face had a murderous look that if it had the ability to kill, it mostly likely would have been the case. Dracula's gaze was upon Anna, boring a deadly hole.

"Who is in my body?" the Count hissed venomously. "WHO!"

Van Helsing stood up to protect Anna, but 'Anna' was a man now. And in the body of Count Dracula no less. "That would be Anna Valerious, Count."

Dracula's face immediately became mocking, laughing crazily. "You? A Valerious brat in my body!"

Anna flinched, "If you want it back, I will! But I don't know how to return us back!"

"But it's not that bad I suppose," Van Helsing said with a sly smile.

"Van Helsing!" Anna cried out, blushing.

Dracula only clicked his tongue in disgust.

Carl looked at himself as well. Maybe being Van Helsing wasn't so bad after all!

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Well, that was my attempt at a humorous story, lol! XP I was going to let it be as a One-Shot, but if you want me to continue, I will! (;