Within the chaos, Van Helsing emerged from the rubble that he had fallen into. What he remembered was being thrown off the roof by a monstrous creature, like the brides but larger, more muscular and hideous overall.
Panting, he shook his head off to clear off the dizziness he felt. His once dry clothing now soaked with rainwater from the fortress' open ceiling and sudden change in weather. He searched for the count, ignoring the burning creatures- the Dwergi who were running around while aflame.
The faint beating of wings alerted him that something was behind, whipping around to see the Count's hellish form, his eyes couldn't help but wide out in shock. So that was what he looked liked. Compared to the Bride's own, who were lighter in color, slim, with almost perfect figure... this one was too different. It definitely cemented his title as the ruler of his species. Muscular, broad shoulders and a well-formed physique told him that he would be no pushover. His claws were no means dull, they were large, easily able to tear flesh off and harm anyone who would dare to challenge him. Two large set of wings adorned his back, making him look like a grotesque butterfly. Said wings are able to lift the count's own weight, possibly others too. Most importantly, his arms and abdomen were surprisingly beautiful, the way they were defined made Van Helsing stare at them more than he should.
'Here's the plan, when the bell begins to roll midnight you'll be able to kill Dracula. We just need to find the cure and get it into you before the final stroke'. Surprisingly, he had doubts about that plan. He'd seen what a werewolf looked like, but seeing this... he wondered if he does stand a chance. Either way, he was here now, awaiting for midnight and about to engage in a final battle with the Count. The one who holds his memory, the one who claimed to know him... his past, everything he forgot. Somehow, there was a faint sense of despair, sadness even. As if he was betraying someone he holds dear. He ignored it as the Count spoke, of course he heard what he spoke despite being buried in his own thoughts and emotions.
"Then the only way to kill them, is to kill you." He said, pointing at the confident figure, retreating backwards while his foe made his way forwards. As if cornering his prey to a desired location.
"Correct." Dracula confidently declared. Clearly sure and full of himself, thinking that there was no way that they would know of his weakness. The one thing that could kill him. He managed to silence Velkan and prevent him from telling Anna of his weakness, that and he is now no longer in the living. This brought nothing but joy, the idea of finally having Gabriel to himself, his lover... his enemy, his soulmate.
Unaware that he was behind the large clock, he heard the loud toll that signaled that midnight had arrived.
"So be it." He snarled, his confidence returning as he stood straight, welcoming the surge of power, one that would allow him to face this enemy, to slay this demon who terrorized this land.
"One!" Van Helsing fell on his knees, roaring in pain as the transformation occurred. He reached to his tattered clothing, tearing it off, displaying the physique that could make any woman, or man stare in awe.
"No... this cannot be!" Dracula spat, 'He's still ripped as before', he said to himself as he stared at the beauty that Gabriel was becoming. Yes, if he could have him like this, it would all be the better. He can have him to himself, be under his control... that way no one can stop him now.
Skin broke off and was shed from the man's body, luscious dark fur erupted as muscle grew, replacing the human's own as the beast emerged. Weak nails turned into dagger like claws, meant for tearing and gripping prey. He became larger, more powerful, and beautiful. Too. What came out was a werewolf that Dracula had not seen before, one that was more powerful than the ones he enslaved and controlled. The sight made Dracula laugh in amazement!
"Beautiful! Gabriel! My foe, you have come to me in this form, not only to be controlled but to be mine, we can now rekindle our flame and be together once more!" He said, his happiness immediately disappearing as he finally grasped his lover's intent. Then came the roar that could shake the entire room they were in. It was a roar of challenge, the intent to fight and slay him. Being the warrior that he is, the Impaler and Lord of his kind, he would not let himself be pushed over that easily. Happily accepting it, he gave a roar of his own, becoming the hell-beast, screeching back at his foe, he took flight and flew at Gabriel. Despite being his lover, he would not hesitate to show him pain, it would be a dishonor to hold back... he would not disrespect him like that.
The two creatures collided with such power, though Van Helsing was able to overpower Dracula and slammed him onto one of the acidic tubs. Explosion occurred in turn behind the Count's wings, a groan of pain released from his fanged maw. He ignored the pain immediately, not wanting to be overwhelmed. His raised his arm for a counterattack, immediately clawing at Gabriel's face, blood splattered on the side and staining Dracula's claws with it. Whining in pain, Gabriel stumbled back, the wound healing immediately. The Count took control of the battle with ease, clawing at his foe's face twice, causing Gabriel to almost fall over. Screeching in triumph, he took hold of the wolf's neck, lifting him up before he brought him in air. They traded blows for a moment, with Dracula emerging triumphant while Gabriel was still becoming accustomed to his form.
Dracula found a place to give his lover more beating, surprisingly loving this, he wanted to get back at him for his betrayal... for killing him centuries ago; while also enjoying the thrill of a good fight, something he and Gabriel both enjoyed.
Slamming Gabriel's back onto the machinery, he screeched as his foe let out a loud roar, one of pain. He did not stop, kneeing him onto his stomach before he can recover. There was a faint pause, Gabriel saw the delight in his opponent's face, the curved lips and those piercing eyes. He couldn't help but feel... as if they have done this. Well, not this exactly. It was as if they had been doing something similar before... it was a blurry moment but this caused the Count to take advantage. He pushed the dazed wolf down, bring up his arm to deliver a powerful blow on his back, another roar... if Dracula had to compare this to a feeling, it would be similar to achieving a climax. In his own perverse way, he loved the sight of seeing his lover in pain. From Van Helsing's own, he did like being in pain, but only with this man... Dracula.
Before he could stand, he watched his foe fleeing. It was an invitation from the Count, to follow and resume their battle.
Though being hesitant, he followed with ease, jumping onto each pillar and finally finding purchase onto his foe's back. Dracula screeched, attempting to dislodge Gabriel while the other held. When he found a wall to slam Gabriel, he did so repeatedly, the Wolf's groans were not just of pain too, but pleasure as well.
Dracula relished it. Was Gabriel finally remembering? The nature of their relationship? Maybe he could give it back bit by bit. It seemed that his lover was not fighting back, letting him win for some reason, at least that was how it was.
When Gabriel wanted more, he slammed the Count's head onto the wall, flipping them with ease as he used the Count's ability to fly by maneuvering him onto several pillars. Dracula's piercing shriek echoed within the large room, causing icicles to shatter as his lover tore one of his wings. It was painful, even more so because it was caused by a werewolf, something that would not just heal immediately.
This immediately caused him to rethink his actions, with Gabriel manhandling him the moment they both fell onto the ground. Dracula found himself overwhelmed by Gabriel's clawing and his blows, barely able to throw back one of his own.
But he could see the delight in his lover's eyes, that was more than enough for him to be happy. Emerging triumphant, Van Helsing three him across the room, both fighters battered and bruised, panting heavily as Dracula recuperated from his beating. The moment Gabriel was about to lunge, he called out for his name, this caused his lover to stop. The killing blow did not come. His ears laid back, as if upset, assessing the Count's wounded form, he traced a clawed finger up to his jaw, moving a strand of his hair off of his face. The wolf howled, a beautiful yet sorrowful call before Dracula came to his side.
"Have you finally remembered, my Gabriel?" The count asked, caressing his lover's shoulder, running his fingers through his fur before Gabriel acknowledged him, moving his head to the side as he gave the invitation.
"I shall bring you back your life... your memory." He whispered before sinking his fangs onto his neck, drinking the familiar blood, albeit slightly different due to his nature. Once satisfied, he felt the wounds that Gabriel gave to him healed, while he let his own lover recover.
"We shall continue this now... I am... going to let you take lead this time." Dracula said, giving Gabriel the control, the curse of being enslaved no longer taking effect. The moon shone brightly in the sky, whether how they make love does not matter. So long as they were true to each other's nature... it was all that mattered to the Vladislaus.
