R.D.D.G: hello ppls =D, here is Chapt. 2 of Save Me. I have to thank AngelicCrossplay, Froggycomics, and an unknown reviewer for their reviews. I know Angelic I found it hard to find ANY slash for this movie. I've found some other VDxVH stories, and I've seen some cute VHxC as well. So they're there just really hard to find TT_TT. For the unknown reviewer; there is another Drabriel story with a plot it's called Deep Sky and it's really good. I love it, so I'd thought I'd let u know. I hope you enjoy this story, and sorry if it takes so long for me to update. I'm still working on my other stories, Hidden Pains-New Hopes, Will You Love A Vampire, Cult Bride, Past to Present, and Vampire Kisses, while trying to balance college work, actual work, etc. So if I take awhile I'm sorry but I will update ^_^
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(In Hell)
Dracula walked through Hell trying to figure out how exactly to get out of there. The Vampire King was getting restless. And what's more he can sense his brides trying to find him.
Then a small demon walked over to Dracula, the demon looked similar to the dwergi but this actually had the looks of a small child. "The Master wished me to lead you to the portal." The demon said bowing slightly. Everyone in Hell knew that it was Satan first then Dracula or any other High Class demon or Vampire in the place.
Dracula nodded then he heard Aleera's voice call out, "Master? Where are you Master?"
Not wanting to be found by his former brides he turned to the demon. "Then lead me there, quickly. I have much to do in the human world and time may not be on my side."
The demon bowed and led the way through the chambers of Hell, the screams of the souls who were trapped there echoing off of the granite and sediment walls. If he was lucky his brides wouldn't catch up with him.
"Master! Where are you going?" Dracula mentally groaned when he head Aleera yell towards him.
"It is none of your concern." Dracula growled.
"Take us with you, Master." Marishka whined knowing that her mate was leaving Hell.
"No." the small demon before him stopped when she noticed that the Vampire was being held back by the three vampiresses. "Now, release me."
"But my Lord…" Verona protested.
"Release me!" Dracula snarled a threat obvious in the tone. Verona took the hint and motioned for her sisters to release their Master. Once the vampiresses had released him, he turned his attention back to the small demon. "Continue." He ordered.
The demon nodded, with an amused smile on her face. She didn't particularly like the Vampire King's brides; found they were too annoying and too needy. With no further hesitation she turned away from the now wailing brides and continued walking to the chamber Satan had instructed her to take the vampire.
Upon arrival the demon pointed to the portal and stood by the door, moving out of the Vampire King's way as he passed. Dracula nodded his head to the small demon who bounded off to do her other work amongst the torturous place. Leaving the vampire to his thoughts, and his own devices.
Dracula stared at the portal for a moment, it didn't look like much. It looked like a mirror; similar to the one Dracula's father had placed as the entrance to Castle Dracula. A smile played pale lips. How he missed his castle, and soon he would be returning, with his mate by his side. Without a second thought, Dracula stepped through the portal towards the realm of the living.
Instead of like the icy entrance to his home, Dracula was bombarded with all elements. The pounding strength of the Earth, waves of water, heat of fire, and the intensity of air; he had to close his eyes as he was transported through.
Soon enough the attack of the elements stopped, and Dracula looked around to see that he was in the forests near Castle Frankenstein. That was too far from his Gabriel. Narrowing his eyes at the dark woods, Dracula transformed into the winged bat and took off into the night. Dead set on finding his beloved.
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(in Rome)
Several weeks have passed since he was reborn; Night had fallen once more as the vampire king landed near the Vatican City. But how the hell was he going to get in? He was no fool. The Hunters within the Knights of the Holy Order would be able to sense him no problem and those who know of Van Helsing's past would surely…Dracula shook his head. He did not want to think about the consequences. No. to get Gabriel back, he was going to have to be careful about it…but how? He took to flight again and gazed down upon the citizens of the small city. There had to be some way for him to sneak in without being detected.
"Why won't you let me see him?" Dracula turned his gaze to the sound of the angry voice and recognized the friar that had been around Van Helsing during his stay in Transylvania. Landing in the shadows of the trees he watched the two below. The friar was glaring angrily at another priest who's uniform Dracula quickly recognized as the Inquisitions. Huh even after 450 years the uniform remained the same. Heh, how lame. "He has been cured already!"
"The cure was made by the damned!" the inquisitor snapped, "He is no longer a human being, Carl. His soul is too far gone," Dracula too now glared at him, "too far tainted, he is a beast. A soulless monster who will kill you without a second thought."
"Oh I thought that was your job." The Friar called Carl snapped, which made Dracula raise an eyebrow and smirk. He was starting to like this friar. He never like the Inquisition, even while he was alive and serving the Order himself. "Dracula could only be killed by a werewolf, how could a cure that he made (cause he genuinely needed it) not work? Van Helsing is a human being; not a monster, a beast, a guinea pig for you people in the Inquisition. Now I don't care what excuse you have, Father, I want to see Van Helsing!"
"Go back to your labs, Friar," The inquisitor growled, "You are not to see that monster. We do not want to run the risk of his damned disease… his kind's curse to spread to the world." With that the priest turned and walked away from the friar.
"Don't walk away from me!" Carl yelled out, but the other man ignored him and continued to walk. Carl cursed and sat down on one of the benches near the tree Dracula sat and watched the show from. Dracula watched as he saw the younger man sigh and hold his head in his hands. "Oh Van Helsing…"
Dracula smirked, he found his way in. "You seek Van Helsing?" he asked causing the friar to jump and look around.
"Who said that?"
"Look up in the tree, and don't scream. I'm here to help you, well Gabriel at any rate, and I would prefer not to get caught." The Friar did as he was told and he stood there gazing at the revived vampire king in fear.
"Dra…Dra…Dracula!" Carl eeped.
"Very perceptive," the vampire king said rolling his eyes.
"How are you still alive? Van Helsing killed you! I saw it!"
"Keep it down!" Dracula hissed, "I was brought back to save Gabriel. However I need some help. And since you and I are working towards the same goal, put past quarrels behind us and work together on this."
"Bu..But how…?" Carl stammered. "Why do you want to save Van Helsing?" he gazed at the vampire warily, "he killed you…and two of your three brides…"
"I'll explain later," Dracula snapped, "so do you agree or not?"
"I agree," Carl said then added, "but only to save Van Helsing. I still do not trust you."
"Fair enough," Dracula said, "tell me Friar, has the layout changed over 450 years?"
"I don't think so…" Carl thought about it. The Vatican barely made changes to the city.
"So the record halls and the inquisition cells are in the same locations?"
"I would say so. I know where the record halls are," Carl said looking to the ground on his left as he thought, "I just don't know where exactly where the inquisition cells are…never been there." Then looked at the vampire. "How do you know about those, or even the layout of the Vatican city?"
"Not only was my father a member of the Knights of the Holy Order…I at one time was a Knight as well…" Dracula admitted, "Now I need you to go to the record hall, and look for these tomes," he showed four ancient looking tomes in the young friar's mind. "Gabriel will need these to regain his memory…or at the very least they'll help him out…."
Carl nodded, "how are you going to get into the Inquisitions chambers and cells?"
"I'm a vampire," Dracula said, "if the cells are the same as they were the last time I was there, there is too much 'unholy' energy signatures for them to even detect mine."
Carl nodded in understanding, "All right, where do I meet you?"
Dracula thought about it. Where can the friar meet him? He would have thought longer about it, but he felt a wave a pain through his body. Something was wrong with Gabriel…he could feel it. "Outside the Vatican city, I will find you, just stay out of sight with the tomes until you see me."
Carl nodded and the vampire took flight again, careful not to catch anyone's attention. After the vampire was out of site, Carl shook his head as he walked away. "I must be losing my mind…" he murmured to himself before walking away.
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(With Van Helsing)
Gabriel didn't know how much longer he could take of this. They had been beating him non-stop since he was taken to that hell hole. He was now starting to understand how the inquisition's victims during the Burning Times felt while they were in the Priests' grasp. He was bleeding, he was sore to all hell, hungry, thirsty, tired (he hadn't slept much since they thrown him down there), and he was cold (he didn't have a shirt due to the torture, and they're in a dungeon). He was told all sorts of horrible things, that during the first week he didn't believe…but as the beatings grew worse, he did.
If anyone had seen Van Helsing now they would probably have barely recognized the man, once his appearance seemed as though nothing bothered him. He seemed so proud…now he was curled in a corner of his damp cell; knees pulled up to his chest, as he tried to tend to the wounds as best as he could. He became a broken soul, tortured, and alone. He began to wonder about Carl, whatever became of the young friar?
It was obvious that the Inquisition had not taken him in. He would've been able to hear Carl call out for help if that happened. No. He is completely alone here. No one would be able to help him…he was dead…he knew it…and he had accepted it.
He heard his fellow prisoners plead and beg for release. Some saying they were innocent and have done nothing wrong. Others were saying they were sorry and that they have learned their lesson. Then you had the ones who were pissed off; spewing threats, curses, and what-not. You also had the ones who cried at their misfortune, they generally went into the category of those who have done no wrong. Van Helsing had tried to talk to those souls, for they truly had done nothing to deserve this…but every time he tried, an inquisition priest would walk in and beat him to the point of losing consciousness. So he opted to just remaining silent. It wasn't like those ignorant fucks were going to listen to what he, or any true innocent person down here, had to say.
There were times Van Helsing wished he still had the wolf with him. That way he could've defended himself better and would have been able to escape…however unfortunately that is not the case.
Van Helsing sighed as he pulled his knees closer to his chest. Soon they would come and take him to their "interrogation" room; which would mean nothing but pure torture for hours on end. They had a habit recently of taking him more and more. Before they usually took this young teenage girl, one of the poor souls Van Helsing had tried to talk to, to help in any way…however…during one of the "interrogation sessions" she lost too much blood and died. Van Helsing and others mourned her death. She was a sweet girl, was one of the very few who even tried to bring hope to this miserable hell on earth. Now they have their sights set on the monster hunter, and that was about half a month ago…
Van Helsing sighed and rested his head on the tops of his knees. Who would care if they killed him down here? He knew full well that only a very small number of people didn't mind him being around, and Carl was his only friend out of that small group. But other than the friar who would give a shit?
"Gabriel Van Helsing." Shit…here comes the demons of this mortal made hell. Van Helsing made no move to get up. He didn't want to go, and this was his way of stating that fact. The priest glared at him, and moved over and beat him over the head with a very thick metal pole causing the man to fall to his side, clutching his head in pain. He could feel warm blood trickling down his head from where the rod came in contact. "Get up now!"
The hunter weakly did as he was told, if only to avoid getting hit in the head again; though he knew that what was to come was worse, much, much worse…
Gabriel…hold on… a voice said inside his mind. It sounded familiar, but Gabriel couldn't place it at the moment, his head was throbbing too much. Hold on, the strangely familiar voice said, I'm coming for you. This caused the man to look around as the priest chained his hands, placed a chain around the loop of shackle around his neck; and another priest placing a muzzle over his mouth. "Get movin' monster," the priest who hit him over the head said pushing him to the point he nearly fell. And at his weakened state he wouldn't have been able to keep his balance. Van Helsing stopped looking around and started walking, ignoring the people who showed him looks of pity; the people who yelled out, "Dead man walkin'!" he ignored them all. He just wanted this to end.
Once they got to the "interrogation" room, the chains were unlocked and one of the buffest guys in the inquisition held onto his arms to keep him from trying anything. "What are we doing today, Brother?" the priest holding the broken hunter asked; too enthusiastically for anyone's liking.
"I was thinking Iron Maiden…or better yet, the whips." A priest said as he looked over the instruments, while the two who brought Van Helsing walked away.
"Why not both?" damn the buff priest, "we may even be able to get in some more before the session's through."
"True," the head demon…uh…inquisitor agreed. "Take him to the maiden; do not do anything until further instructions."
"Yes, Brother," Van Helsing was pulled roughly towards the blackened Iron Maiden. When this began, Gabriel would have been struggling and struggling, trying to break free; or at the very least fight back…but now…he just stopped caring.
Hours passed by slowly, as they moved on from the Maiden and on to the whips. Now when they say whips, they are not talking about normal, everyday whips…these are metallic and they have spikes. Van Helsing hung there, arms raised above his head on either side; legs just dangling down. Crimson flowing down his pale back, from the deep wounds left by the spikes.
CRACK!
"AGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Van Helsing cried out in pain as the metallic whip became acquainted yet again with his already abused skin…how many times have they done this now? 10? 20? Maybe 24? Van Helsing lost count…his body flaring with unimaginable waves of pain.
"Have you given your soul to the Devil, monster?" the inquisitor asked. They had stopped calling him by Van Helsing or even Gabriel…now they resorted to monster.
"N…no." was the weak answer.
CRACK!
Van Helsing bit his lip to keep from yelling out in agony. He didn't want to give these wretched soulsanysatisfaction and enjoyment out of hearing him scream.
"Let's try a different question…" the inquisitor said, "turn it around…I want to see its face." Oh so now they're referring him as an 'it' now…great… The buff priest nodded before turning the man around. "Now, let's try this again, hmmm?" the inquisitor said, "Did you kill Anna Valerious out of cold blood? Thought she was a tasty meal, or snack?"
"No!" he managed to exclaim weakly.
Apparently that was not the answer that the inquisitor was looking for cause he brought the whip down on Van Helsing's exposed chest; causing the man to scream in agony. "Answer with the truth monster!" the inquisitor hissed.
"I…I didn't…"
CRACK!
"AGHHHHHHHHHHH!" As Van Helsing screamed, the torches that lit the room mysteriously went out; causing the two priests near him to look around worriedly. Van Helsing was just glad that they had stopped hitting him with that whip…however he was starting to feel light-headed due to the loss of blood.
He heard strained, blood-filled screams come from the two priests in the room, then silence. Ha! Karma's a bitch! Little did he realize, or even care to realize was that the creature who had killed those two priests was still in the room. His eye-lids felt heavy as he began to slip out of consciousness.
"Gabriel…" the mysterious voice that called out to him in his head, spoke to him now…before his world went black.
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Dracula looked worriedly over his beloved, after he had disposed of those accursed Inquisitors. He could hear Van Helsing's heart beat, and was assured that the man was still alive. With no further thoughts, Dracula cut the binds that held the other man up and caught the injured hunter before he fell to the floor.
He would have to assess the wounds another time, for now, he had to stop the bleeding or else his Gabriel would surely die. He focused his powers on the wounds and he could smell the blood stop exiting the man lying in his arms. Knowing he was at least stabilized for now, Dracula turned into the large bat and flew off, with the injured hunter in tow. He had to get out of there, before the Inquisition realized that something was wrong.
Dracula flew into the night after flying carefully through winding hallways of the Order…luckily enough they made it big enough for him to fly through…suckers… so needless to say it was easier than he had originally thought to get Gabriel out of there. Dracula looked down at the man in his arms to see that wounds on the man were bad…it made him extremely glad he came when he did, but at the same cursed himself at the fact he couldn't have gotten there sooner.
Flying over the town, near the entrance to the Vatican, he saw the friar waiting nearby one of the alley-ways. Landing behind the friar, he reverted back to his human form, the bloody hunter in arms. "I see you have acquired the tomes without much difficulty, Friar," Dracula said shaking his head to the fact that the friar did not notice that the Count had landed behind him.
Carl jumped and turned quickly to face the two men, nearly dropping one of the tomes in the process. He was about ready to snap at Dracula for sneaking up on him, but noticed the wounded man in the vampire's arms and rushed over to see if the man was all right. "Where are we going to go to allow Van Helsing to be healed?" Carl asked, "once they realize that he's gone they'll search for him. With other Hunters if need be…"
"Hang on to my back," Dracula ordered, "and hold on tight to both me and the tomes."
"Where are we going?" the friar asked as he did as he was told. He didn't feel comfortable with doing this, and he still didn't trust Dracula, however his friend needed him more.
"Somewhere, they would never expect Gabriel to be," Dracula said as he turned into his bat form once more, careful not to catch too many people's attention.
"And that would be?" Man this friar asked a lot of questions…Dracula didn't answer as he jumped and took to the skies. Thankful to the Devil for the cloudy night that covered over him and his two passengers.
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(Back in Hell)
Satan stood in the mirror chamber and watched the rescue with amusement. Dracula would have gone so far as to go into the heart of the Holy Order, to save his love? That's dedication if the Master of Hell had ever seen it. Started making him want a mate…wait what was he saying…no way! He was better off single.
"Fly, my son," the High-Class demon murmured to no one in particular. A slight change in wind alerting him to a new presence in the chamber; he could guess who it was but waited for the person to identify themselves.
They did not.
Satan sighed slightly. "It is odd to see you so far away from your Lord after leaving purgatory, Valerious," Satan said never turning his gaze from the mirror, but moving slightly so that the man behind him could not see what was fully going on.
Valerious the elder glared at Satan. "You dare bring back my tainted son, Devil?" He snapped.
"I have my end of the bargain to uphold," Satan shrugged his shoulders as he turned to face the angered Valerious.
"What bargain?"
"Do you not know, Valerious? Dracula made a covenant to me in order to return and save his mate; who need I remind you, was tortured because of YOU." Satan replied calmly, "now," he narrowed slitted eyes towards the deceased man. "What do you want in my domain…or rather…" he turned in gaze upwards, "what does my dear 'father' want?"
"He wants an end to your wickedness," Valerious snarled
Satan rolled his eyes. "That's nothing new, Valerious," he said shaking his head and looked back towards the Valerious with a bored expression, "is there anything new you would like to add? I'm starting to get bored with the usual answers."
Instead of answering the High Class demon, the Valerious just vanished in a bright light, no doubt to back to heaven. God was up to something…Satan turned his gaze back to the mirror and began to wonder what the Leader of Heaven might do.
The Friar fell asleep on Dracula's back as they flew, which made Satan chuckle. He was actually surprised that the Friar decided to help and even side with the Vampire King. Though he could tell, and the friar told him, that the younger man did not trust him; he was just as willing as Dracula was to save the son of the devil's mate.
He needed to send a message to Dracula to warn him of the times ahead. Placing a hand on the mirror, Satan closed his eyes and began working to connect mentally with the vampire king.
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(With the 3)
Dracula flew through the air rather quickly. He had to get Gabriel hidden, and he had to keep him safe. He lost the man in his arms once to the so called saints of the Holy Order, and in Satan's name he was not going to lose him again. Vladislaus looked around; they needed a place to hide out during the day. He couldn't go out in sunlight and he didn't know how much longer Gabriel could deal with flying with the wounds he has.
To his luck he found a cave a few miles away. It wouldn't be much longer of a flight. Good. Dracula picked up speed a little bit, and gently landed at the mouth of the cave. Standing up straight causing the friar to fall off his back and onto the ground, successfully waking him up.
"What was that for?" Carl hissed as he glared at the vampire king.
"Sorry," Dracula said gazing towards the friar, "only way I could think of waking you, that would be both amusing and easy."
Carl looked as though he was about to say something but remembered the condition his friend was in and followed the Vampire muttering under his breath as said man moved into the cave. Carl quickly set to work building a fire to create warmth and light while Dracula began to see to Van Helsing's wounds. Since the vampire was able to see in the dark it would be better to get started right away.
Van Helsing's breathing was shallow, and his pulse was slow…too slow for the brunette's liking. He was going to need to work quickly. Gently laying the injured man down on his coat, he looked over the man's wounds. Black eyes widened as their gaze wandered on many deep wounds, and scars that littered the other's body.
"Gabriel…what have they done to you?" Dracula murmured as he placed his hands on the wounds. Without a second thought on the matter he focused his energy on closing the wounds and stabilizing his love. Carl was pacing back and forth as he watched the Vampire King work. Obviously aware of the concentration needed to heal Gabriel, and opting not to speak the many questions that was littering his mind.
Oh yes, Carl's mind was full of questions. How was Dracula able to be brought back to life? What did he mean by he was brought back to save Gabriel? What the fuck was going on?
Finally after ten or so minutes, Dracula finished bandaging up the injured human, and moved so that he was sitting enough of a distance away so that the man could have some space, but also get to his side quickly if something happened.
"So," Carl said after a moment, as he used one of the sticks to poke at the fire, "do you want to start explaining to me what's going on?"
Dracula sighed, he knew this was coming. But before he could begin to explain…
Dracula.
What is it Father? Dracula inquired upon hearing Satan's voice in his mind. This can't be good.
Well your traitorous father decided to pay me a visit for one thing… Dracula mentally chuckled at the sound of annoyance in the Leader of Hell's voice.
What did he want?
Keep your wits about you, Satan warned, I don't know what the Valerious or God has planned, but it cannot be good for either you or your mate.
Thank you my Lord, with that Satan broke off the connection leaving Dracula to the mercy of the curious friar.
"Well? Aren't you going to explain it to me?"
"Sorry," Dracula said after a moment. "I'm sure you remember the story of my covenant with Lord Satan that you found (surely) in my old home." Carl nodded. "Well the tomes in which you discovered that information left out key facts." The Vampire King's expression looked solemn and pained, before sending the Friar a stern look. "What I am about to tell you, must not be told to Gabriel. If he wishes to regain his memory, he must not be told."
Carl nodded in understanding. "All right."
Smirking, Dracula looked towards the fire. "450 years ago, I was murdered by the Left Hand of God. I was murdered by the very man lying injured within this cave. We had a secret, and we guarded it well…until my father found out. Upon learning that secret, and over come with rage and hatred he went to the inquisition…" a solemn look engraved itself on the undead man's face, "if you think the Inquisition now is bad you should have seen it all those years ago…though I'll give them that they didn't stray too far from their predecessors. Gabriel and I found out about my father's betrayal (though we never truly trusted him to begin with), and to protect me from the wrath of the inquisition…"
Dracula hesitated, as the memory of that fateful day came flooding back to him. He could see Carl sitting attentively. "He took his blade and ran it through my stomach. He was planning to kill himself after…but the Inquisition got there first. I watched weakly as they pulled Gabriel away. Already presuming me as dead due to my wounds. As they pulled Gabriel away all he would say was 'I'm so sorry Vlad…I'm so sorry…'. I died after the last priest left."
Carl gained a solemn look. "What made you make the covenant?" he asked. "If this is the inquisition we're talking about, Gabriel would have been joining you soon."
"I'm getting to that, Friar," Dracula said not in the least bit annoyed by the younger man's inquires…surprisingly enough. "After I died I wanted nothing more than to save Gabriel from the inquisition which he saved me from. We both knew what those…creatures...were capable of, and I wanted to save him just like he had done for me. God turned his back to my pleas. Satan however agreed to help. He would make me the living dead, fearing the light of day, and needing to drink the blood of the living to survive. He made me a vampire with that one weakness to werewolves so that way I could find and protect him. In return I would create more of my kind on Earth, at the very least in Europe.
"With my new life I was returned to Earth and went straight to the headquarters of the Inquisition…but I could not find him. One night as I continued my search I saw a sight that if my heart had been beating would have caused it to stop…in the Chapel was Gabriel. Unmoving, bloody hanging like he was on the bloody cross…I couldn't even hear a heartbeat. I thought he was dead…"
Carl made a face. "Why would they have him hanging in the chapel like that?"
"The Order in those days were known to make examples of the ones they deemed to be tainted…" Dracula answered bitterly. Before turning his gaze to Van Helsing, his gaze (as Carl noticed) held an emotion that the young Holy Man never thought he would ever see with the Vampire before him. Carl saw compassion; which made the Friar wonder…
What was Dracula's connection to his friend? What was the secret they guarded so well, yet enraged Dracula's father to the point of summoning the Inquisition? He had an idea if the Order's reaction and the emotion in the vampire's eyes was anything to go by. "You two loved each other didn't you?" Carl inquired sending the older man a knowing look. Dracula sent the Friar a semi-shocked look. Noticing the look Carl huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. "What? Just because I'm young and blonde doesn't mean I'm stupid. A little slow at times certainly, but certainly not stupid."
Dracula chuckled a little at this. No wonder Van Helsing kept the Friar around. He was amusing. "Get some sleep Friar. I'll keep watch tonight, and you can take watch during the day."
Carl nodded in understanding before lying down and closing his eyes.
R.D.D.G: okay I'm done with Chapter 2 I'm sorry it took so long to get up. I've been busy and writer's block is a bitch…and I find it easier to write my Van Helsing stories when I'm actually watching the movie XD. Now that's just sad. I hope you guys enjoy chapter 2. And I'll try to get chap. 3 up as soon as I can, I've got work now…
Andre: finally…
R.D.D.G: oh yeah now Andre shows back up.
Andre: ha…wait a second that's not Dracula-Duroi! WTF?
R.D.D.G: *facepalm* two different Dracula's Sparky now go away.
Dracula: yes, this is the wrong section for you fledgeling.
Andre: I'm not a cub you poser!
Dracula: excuse me?
R.D.D.G: break it up you two. Andre get out of this story. Now.
Gabriel: Vlad please calm yourself.
R.D.D.G: any who. Not only do I have work now, I'm also getting classes ready for college next month…so I may be busy with those two, plus my other stories.
