A/N: The story mainly consists of the lives of three people; Dracula, Van Helsing and the mystery woman, who does not yet have a name, but that's not the reason she's so vague at this point, (I mean seriously, it is a mystery after all?). Also note that Dracula doesn't seem to want to die! So he just keeps returning – hence the name "Dracula's Return".

Part 1 of Dracula's Return - Mysteries

Prologue

Past Occurrences

Three months had passed since Dracula had been killed.

The Demon Slumber roared his anger. Two humans had disturbed his peaceful sleep. He slammed the taller one – his hat falling off – wearing dark clothes into the cement wall. The Demon began to crush the human against the wall.

'I'll enjoy eating your bones.' Said the beast, as he pressed harder. The man couldn't suppress his pain, he cried out in anguish. The shorter man with sandy blonde hair looked around for a way to save him. He looked to his left. He looked back at Slumber. He quickly turned his head back to his left. 'Maybe', he muttered as he looked back at the demon, 'yes', he muttered just before he ran to his left.

He grabbed a steel pole that was lying on the ground and ran at the Demon from behind. Even though it looked like a demon's tail, he remembered why it was called "scorpion-like" and not "Demon-like". He kept an eye on Slumber's tail, with its demon triangle tip, and moved to the creatures left. He struck the left side of its head as hard as he could.

'Bad move', he thought as Slumber struck him, sending him flying. Stretching his great black wings, the Demon got ready to take flight. But the man he had been crushing was putting on his hat as he picked up the pole. He ran at Slumber and struck the creature with all his might, but was thrust back. He slammed into the wall. This was one strong demon. He saw the other man below the demon, with the 'Silver Sword' in hand. He knew it was the only thing that would kill Slumber, but it was hard to position it from below the belly as the scrolls had read. The man below Slumber stabbed up into the demons belly as unfortunately, Slumber's tail stabbed him in his back. The man cried out in agony.

'Carl!' came the other man's cry as he watched Slumber explode, his insides going everywhere, covering them in slime. 'No,' he whispered. He ran at Carl, surely he hadn't been poisoned.

'Carl! Carl, please my friend.'

'Van Helsing,' Carl had managed to say through much strain. 'You must find the Cure An...' but he didn't finish his words, for he fell to Slumber's Poison. He cried against Carl's shoulder as he held him.

Finally after hours had passed, he pick up his friend in his arms and started the long journey home. He hoped they would be able to save Carl. With his whole being he hoped, for his old friend had saved his life, not just once, but many times.

One Hundred years later...

Van Helsing dodged the blade, as his opponent swung his sword at him. His opponent was fast, as if he did this for a living (or un-living). Van Helsing had come up onto the roof to find answers. Had it been a trap? Had he been set up?

His opponent's next attack almost cut him. If he didn't get away soon, he would end-up dead, or worse. His attacker made a swift movement towards him, he managed to dodge it but his attacker flicked the sword back – he wasn't fast enough – it cut deeply between his lower ribs on his right side. Van Helsing gasped in agony.

His opponent took this as an opportunity, and pounced, kicking Van Helsing in the chest, driving him back towards the edge. Van Helsing couldn't take anymore and started to lose consciousness. Perhaps he had lost too much blood, he might never know.

He never felt the ground.