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The thought of Draculars existence never crossed Gabriel Van Helsing's mind. As far as he was concerend, Dracula was dead. But a long lost wife of his that was supposed to be dead had brought him back to life. She always believed in reincarnation and personally, that was her specialty. Draculars spirit in the form of a of a shadow rose from a green misty pool and rested among his discarded, burnt body. Slowly his body took shape once again. Before the skin on face had fully recovered his eyes flashed open. His lost bride squealled with glee and ran her hands across his chest and against his now fully restored face. Dracula took in a deep breath of air and sat up. He looked around and stopped when his eyes met his long lost wife.
He recognized her immediately. Her long curly blonde hair and devious green eyes. Her thin lips that when curled two fangs appeared. He looked to shocked to say anything. But her name escaped from his lips.
"Stella?"
"Yes my master?" she asked smiling as she ran her hands up his chest.
"Your supposed to be dead?" he stuttered.
"Do you wish me dead!?" she wailed and began to sob as she stepped away from him.
Dracula raised from the coffin his once dead body lay in and walked over to her. He held her arms and rubbed them with his thumbs sending shivers up her spine. "Of course not my love." he said and kissed her bare shoulder. Stella spun around as if she was never upset and clung to him.
"Tell me master! Where are the other wives?" she asked with much enthusiasm. "I've missed them dearly. But not as much as you of course." she sucked up and licked the side of his neck.
Dracula stiffened and lowered his head.
"Master?"
"That damn Gabriel Van Helsing killed them. And that princess Anna. The same princess that sent you tumbling off of that cliff." he replied with pain.
Stella stepped back from him and wailed dramatically, clawing the air as if there was a wall between she and her master. Dracula stepped forward and held her in an embrace.
"Come. We must keep our very existence alive." he said grinning.
The once wailing Stella looked at her master, her face lit up. She squealled with delight and followed her master to their bed chambers.
Gabriel Van Helsing and Carl galloped through the forest by Transilvania, trying to outrun a werewolf. It's fangs seemed to grow bigger and bigger, yet it was only his imagination. His imagination playing such horrible tricks on him only made Carl more antsy then before.
The werewolf now closer than before reached a hand out in attempt to grab Carls shoulder. Carl saw this and smacked his heels into his horses hindlegs and the horse leaped forward past Van's. Van smacked his heels into his horses hindlegs until he was caught up to Carl. The werewolf was leaping from tree to tree at a tremendous speed. Much faster than any werewolf Van had seen yet. The werewolf howled and leaped higher into the trees until it was swinging branch to branch then let go and landed on the back of Carl's horse. It slid off, slicing the horses hindquarters until the horse collapsed to the ground. Van yanked on the riegns and his horse reared up with a loud whinney and almost fell over.
It came back down to the floor with a thud and Van steered his horse back to Carl and scooped him up just before the werewolf thrust out it's fierce claws at him. They galloped deeper into the forest and now two werewolve's were on their trail. Both foaming at the mouth and panting. One leaped high into the trees and fell in an attempt to claw at the horses hindquartes but the horse kicked it's back hooves into the wolves jaw and it crashed to the floor in pain. It let out a loud cry and another werewolf took it's place.
"Where the hell are they all coming from!?" Carl shouted.
"I don't know but I'm not sticking around to find out." Van shouted back.
Steering the horse with one hand he got a blade out and switched it on. The spinning blade buzzed. Van looked behind him and threw it at one of the werewolves. It sliced it in the neck, killing it instantly. Carl looked back and a terrified expression crossed his face.
"Uh...Van!" Carl shouted.
"What!?"
"We got trouble!" Carl shouted.
Van looked back only to find now a pack of werewolves on their trail. "Damnit!" He yelled and turned back to the front. He dodged his head just in time to miss a low branch. Just a few feet ahead Van noticed a cliff. He yanked on the riegns but they wouldn't come to a halt. They were sliding down a slope and in two seconds flat they fell off the side of the cliff. Werewolve's and all.
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The thought of Draculars existence never crossed Gabriel Van Helsing's mind. As far as he was concerend, Dracula was dead. But a long lost wife of his that was supposed to be dead had brought him back to life. She always believed in reincarnation and personally, that was her specialty. Draculars spirit in the form of a of a shadow rose from a green misty pool and rested among his discarded, burnt body. Slowly his body took shape once again. Before the skin on face had fully recovered his eyes flashed open. His lost bride squealled with glee and ran her hands across his chest and against his now fully restored face. Dracula took in a deep breath of air and sat up. He looked around and stopped when his eyes met his long lost wife.
He recognized her immediately. Her long curly blonde hair and devious green eyes. Her thin lips that when curled two fangs appeared. He looked to shocked to say anything. But her name escaped from his lips.
"Stella?"
"Yes my master?" she asked smiling as she ran her hands up his chest.
"Your supposed to be dead?" he stuttered.
"Do you wish me dead!?" she wailed and began to sob as she stepped away from him.
Dracula raised from the coffin his once dead body lay in and walked over to her. He held her arms and rubbed them with his thumbs sending shivers up her spine. "Of course not my love." he said and kissed her bare shoulder. Stella spun around as if she was never upset and clung to him.
"Tell me master! Where are the other wives?" she asked with much enthusiasm. "I've missed them dearly. But not as much as you of course." she sucked up and licked the side of his neck.
Dracula stiffened and lowered his head.
"Master?"
"That damn Gabriel Van Helsing killed them. And that princess Anna. The same princess that sent you tumbling off of that cliff." he replied with pain.
Stella stepped back from him and wailed dramatically, clawing the air as if there was a wall between she and her master. Dracula stepped forward and held her in an embrace.
"Come. We must keep our very existence alive." he said grinning.
The once wailing Stella looked at her master, her face lit up. She squealled with delight and followed her master to their bed chambers.
Gabriel Van Helsing and Carl galloped through the forest by Transilvania, trying to outrun a werewolf. It's fangs seemed to grow bigger and bigger, yet it was only his imagination. His imagination playing such horrible tricks on him only made Carl more antsy then before.
The werewolf now closer than before reached a hand out in attempt to grab Carls shoulder. Carl saw this and smacked his heels into his horses hindlegs and the horse leaped forward past Van's. Van smacked his heels into his horses hindlegs until he was caught up to Carl. The werewolf was leaping from tree to tree at a tremendous speed. Much faster than any werewolf Van had seen yet. The werewolf howled and leaped higher into the trees until it was swinging branch to branch then let go and landed on the back of Carl's horse. It slid off, slicing the horses hindquarters until the horse collapsed to the ground. Van yanked on the riegns and his horse reared up with a loud whinney and almost fell over.
It came back down to the floor with a thud and Van steered his horse back to Carl and scooped him up just before the werewolf thrust out it's fierce claws at him. They galloped deeper into the forest and now two werewolve's were on their trail. Both foaming at the mouth and panting. One leaped high into the trees and fell in an attempt to claw at the horses hindquartes but the horse kicked it's back hooves into the wolves jaw and it crashed to the floor in pain. It let out a loud cry and another werewolf took it's place.
"Where the hell are they all coming from!?" Carl shouted.
"I don't know but I'm not sticking around to find out." Van shouted back.
Steering the horse with one hand he got a blade out and switched it on. The spinning blade buzzed. Van looked behind him and threw it at one of the werewolves. It sliced it in the neck, killing it instantly. Carl looked back and a terrified expression crossed his face.
"Uh...Van!" Carl shouted.
"What!?"
"We got trouble!" Carl shouted.
Van looked back only to find now a pack of werewolves on their trail. "Damnit!" He yelled and turned back to the front. He dodged his head just in time to miss a low branch. Just a few feet ahead Van noticed a cliff. He yanked on the riegns but they wouldn't come to a halt. They were sliding down a slope and in two seconds flat they fell off the side of the cliff. Werewolve's and all.
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