Ok, so, in MY story, notice the word my, Aleera didn't die, and the mirror that Anna's ancestor created, yeah, only good beings and dead, not undead, just totally not coming back to life ever dead people can get back to the other world, a.k.a: Anna's house. So, yeah, if you read, enjoy.

"Don't you understand? We could be-" Dracula checks to make sure he doesn't trip over the step he knows is coming, "We could be friends! Partners! Bothers-in-arms!" he said, voice deepening as he transformed into his bat-like shape.

The werewolf grabbed Dracula by the throat. He desperately clawed at the claw blocking his breathing, but to no avail. After what seemed like a lifetime to him, the grip started to loosen and the werewolf changed back to the familiar shape of Van Helsing. He looked terrified, but before either of the two men could do anything, a familiar voice rang out.

"Van Helsing," Anna yelled. His head shot left to see if she was in danger. She thankfully wasn't, but before he could turn back to face his enemy, Dracula attacked. He lifted his claw and striked Van Helsing across the throat. At first, Van Helsing's face showed surprise, but quickly turned to pain. Anna could do nothing but stand and watch in horror as the man she loved died. He collapsed and fell off the bridge he and Dracula had been standing on. Dracula transformed back to his human form, and Anna ran to Van Helsing. She let him lay as she gently cradled his head in her arms. His breathing was fast and heavy.

"Anna," he breathed, "take," he paused to breathe, "care of-" he doesn't get to finish his sentence. His breathing stopped and his eyes glossed over. She started to sob over his now stiff body. Carl walked in and saw Dracula walking at a brisk past towards Anna.

"Anna, look out!" he yelled. Anna, whose shirt was mostly covered in blood, looked up at Carl, who was pointing at something behind her. She followed the finger's path, drew her sword and impaled it through Dracula's chest.

"Get out of here!" she screamed at Dracula who had a malicious smile on his face. After taking the sword out he did as he was instructed. As much as he wanted Anna, he knew this was not the time nor place.

Carl walked over and dropped the stake he was carrying. He looked at the pale man who had once been his friend, now he was nothing more than a corpse. He bent down and closed Van Helsing's eyes. He looked at Anna and stood up. Her back was facing him and her head was hung.

"We must give him a proper burial," the friar said sadly, walking over and placing a hand softly and caringly on her shoulder.

"I know," were her only two words. She left Carl to carry Van Helsing and made her way to the mirror. After fifteen minutes of waiting, Carl showed up dragging Van Helsing on his coat. She didn't care, just as long as his body was with her. She walked through the mirror and Carl followed.

He didn't want to break the silence, but he felt he had to. "Anna, we must tell the Order about Van Helsing's death. They need to know," he said sadly. Anna stopped in her tracks, but didn't turn around to face him.

"What makes you think I want to talk to the people who sent him on this mission?" she whispered maliciously. Her head was turned slightly to the right and her arms were crossed.

"I understand you don't want to, but I am telling you that at least I must return, and I think it would be nice for them to know that the Valerious family is still alive and able to kill Dracula," Carl said dully. The real reason he wanted her company was because he was frightened to face the order alone

"Carl, I cannot kill him. Only a werewolf can, and unless the Order can find me a werewolf, then I am not going," she snapped and started to walk away slowly.

"Wait!" Carl called after her. She turned sharply and stared at him, waiting for him to continue. "The Order does have a werewolf. They kept it for testing after Van Helsing brought it in," he said kindly and happily.

Anna stared at him for a moment before deciding. "Fine, I will go with you. First we bury him," she said, visible tears forming in her eyes.

"Of course," Carl said sympathetically and walked away. Anna walked over to Van Helsing's body and kneeled beside it. She started to move the stray hairs away from his eyes. She went to one of the washrooms and brought back a damp towel. She went over his face to wash the dirt off. The tears that had started to form now fell freely down her face. She suddenly wiped them away and smiled sadly.

"I will see you again," she whispered and kissed his forehead. She picked him up and carried him to a spare bedroom. She gently set him on the bed and adjusted his hair again. She left the room and closed the door behind her, still smiling sadly. Carl walked by and felt it best not to ask what she was smiling about.

When he got to his room he said a prayer, then got in the bed and started to cry. His best friend-the only one who ever understood him- was dead, and nothing could bring him back. They were to bury Van Helsing tomorrow, and leave for Rome shortly after. His thoughts were what put him to sleep.

"Carl, Carl wake up," a gentle female voice said sweetly. At first he pulled away from the hand on his shoulder, but was too tired to pull away completely. He instead cracked his eyes open. Anna was standing there, seeming patient, but he knew she wasn't. He fully opened his eyes and smiled as well.

"What time is it?" he asked groggily. He felt as if it was early, and he hated waking up early.

"It is past noon. We have been waiting for you to wake up so we can bury him," she said as nicely as possible. Carl then sat up quickly and got out of bed. As much as he wanted to keep his friend above ground, he knew both their souls would never have peace if Van Helsing wasn't underneath it.

"Let's go, the sooner we do that, the sooner we can go to Rome and leave this hell behind," Carl said angrily between clenched teeth.

"What about Frankenstein?" Anna asked suddenly. She had forgotten about the monster completely. She knew it was wrong to think of him as a monster, but he scared her, and she couldn't think of him as anything else after he brought Dracula's children to life.

"He can go his own way," Carl said thoughtfully. "He has already served the purpose Dracula wanted him to, he should be safe," he finished and let Anna lead him to the burial site.

When they arrived, the four people started to lower the coffin into the freshly dug hole. As they did this, Carl read a short passage from the Bible. Anna lowered her head during his reading as a sign of respect for him and for Van Helsing.

"May God let him rest in peace," Carl finished softly. Anna crossed herself and they left together. The coach was all ready to go. Anna jumped onto the seat and took the reigns. Carl situated himself next to her and they departed.

Castle Dracula

"I have children, and one bride. I need more," he told himself while pacing in front of a blazing fire. The heat that radiated from it was wasted on him. He finally sat in one of the black leather chairs in front of the fire. He stared at the dancing flames that were licking the wood.

'Why do I spend so much time on things that do not matter to me?' he thought to himself. He had always loved fire. It was filled with rage, and made by simple men in their weakest moments. He was not a simple man though, he wasn't man at all. He had just killed the legendary monster hunter Van Helsing, and he was sitting in front of a fire.

His thoughts were interrupted by the clicking of heels on the cement floors and went to the window. The noise stopped and he took to the skies. He wanted, no, deserved more, and that's what he was going to get: More.

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