In Transylvania, Romania, a swarm of bat flapped their wings and flew across the night sky. They headed for a dark castle and as they reached the balcony of the highest floor, the bats all formed together into a man dressed in a black waistcoat and boots. He had pasty white skin, a small mustache and soul patch and black hair tied into a small ponytail. He was Dracula, lord of vampires, newly returned from a night of hunting. All through that night, however, he felt uneasy. It seemed as if a presence darker than himself was watching his movements. Now, it felt nearer than ever. He looked down at the gates to his castle, leading to a stone bridge with a deep case below it.

"So this is Dracula Castle?" Ulrich asked, marveling at the sight. Wilhelm was reading through a book about Transylvania.

"Indeed it is. What do you mean by coming here?" An eerie mist seeped along the bridge and took Dracula's form and the gates opened.

"Hello, Lord Impaler." Fritz greeted, using his old nickname from the past.

Dracula's eyes narrowed as though he sensed something about Fritz but it quickly faded. "So, you know something of my mortal life?" He asked.

"I might know something." Fritz said mysteriously and nodded. Dracula turned to the other three. "And you? Who are you?" He asked.

"Frederick Frankenstein, sir." Frederick began with a tinge of excitement. "And this is my brother, Ulrich."

Dracula's eyebrows rose. "I've heard that name before."

"You know, Luke Evans portrayed you in a film about your mortal life as Vlad the Impaler who inspired Bram Stoker to write the novel about you. And how you were turned into a vampire to protect your family and people." Wilhelm began in a fanboyish way.

"Yes, I know." The vampire king said sardonically, not that he enjoyed it.

"You saw it?" Frederick asked, failing to notice his sarcasm.

"No." Dracula shook his head.

They entered the castle as they follow Dracula inside.

"I'll ask again: Why are you here?" He asked the group pointedly.

"Malevolent forces after these three and their family secret to resurrecting life. We could use an army of monsters quite like yourself." Fritz explained.

Dracula scoffed. "I have fought dark forces for centuries, but only for my own benefit. Why should I care what happens to these three?"

"I wouldn't care either." Ulrich bit back.

"Pardon me?" The vampire king growled as his eyes glowed. But Ulrich was unfazed by this action.

"Lord Impaler, I beg that you reconsider!" Fritz said.

"I can't." Dracula shook his head as he felt his harsh memories come back at once. "I've lost so many loved ones that sanity has already reached it's peak."

He looked up at large portrait of his long-deceased wife, Ilona Szilágyi, whom he married before he was turned into a vampire. Dracula sighed and said "My late wife, Ilona. I married her after I won back the King of Hungary's respect. Matthias Corvinus. We lived happily in our castle together here with our children. But because of my horrendous deeds, he was cursed by the Devil into a vampire after I prayed for my enemies, the Turks, to be dead. I drank the blood of the innocent and I would eventually drink theirs. But then, Mehmed the Conqueror demanded 1,000 boys for his Janissaries. With my powers, they were effective amongst the Turkish armies. I killed Mehmed during the Night Attack as some modern civilians call it, but Ilona was murdered."

"Vlad." Wilhelm said to him. "If you come with us, I assure you that you'll never feel that pain again."

"That's right." Frederick agreed. "We really want the Vampire King."

"What exactly is in it for me?" The vampire king asked.

"Sammael is after you too."

Dracula's eyes widened. "Sammael!? No, it can't be!"

"Yeah." Fritz nodded. "And we need you and the help of others."

Dracula closed his eyes in contemplation. "It cannot be done. Sammael is too powerful. I've battled him before and lost."

"But we'll have help to fight him." Fritz persuaded. Dracula was ready to refuse but something came over him: a feeling eerily similar to his own power of hypnotic control. "What sort of help?"

"Tell him." Wilhelm told Fritz.

"Monsters like yourself. Tell me, can you summon werewolves?" He asked.

"I cannot. Nor have I ever seen a werewolf. At least not in person." Dracula proclaimed.

"They fight vampires over girls mostly." Fredrick joked. Ulrich gave him a solid fist to the face for that.

"I know a way to capture a werewolf, one more powerful than others. The Wolfman." Fritz stated.


In London, England, a man was sitting inside a large sewer pipe on a small beach underneath the London Bridge near the River Thames. He had spiky, messed up black hair and wore raggedy clothes and bare feet. His name was Lawrence "Larry" Stuart Talbot and though he didn't look it, he was well over a hundred years old. This longevity was just one part of his curse; the curse of the werewolf. It was during the 40's when Lawrence returned to his ancesteral home in Wales and first heard of the supernatural beasts. He met one a few nights later and was bitten while rescuing a woman named Jenny Williams. The curse was passed to him and come the next full moon, it was he who stalked the woods until being beaten to death with a cane topped with silver, the one element that could kill werewolves. But Larry was different. Whereas other werewolves became ordinary, if not larger and more feral, wolves when transformed, he became a more humanoid Wolfman. In addition to being more powerful than other werewolves, this also gave him a sort of immortality against even silver. The minute his corpse was exposed to the light of the full moon, he and the beast within lived again. Since that time, he had traveled the world, seeking permanent death and running afoul with everything from mad scientists to monsters even worse than him. It was from these misadventures that he learned he might be descended from Lycaon of Greek myth, the very first werewolf and the possible reason for his unique condition.

A loud tapping against the pipe shook him of his thoughts. "Who's there?" He called.

Four strangers approached. Larry crawled over to the pipe's entrance and looked directly at them. "I have nothing you want. I assure you." He breathed.

"I beg to differ, Mister Talbot. We want your power." Fritz told him.

"For what?" The homeless man asked.

"I assure you, we seek to ally with the Wolfman, not control him." The old man said.

"There is no Wolfman." Larry stated, hoping they buy it. "He's nothing more than a common myth. A ghost story."

A strange gleam came into Fritz' eye. "Do not try to deceive me. Change...now!" He roared with impatience.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Larry begged, covering his ears.

"I believe you do, my friend." Dracula appeared behind Larry.

"Ahh! Who are you?" Larry asked.

"I am...Dracula." The vampire introduced himself.

"Never heard of you." Larry shook his head.

"Nor I you until this moment, but we share common foe: Sammael." Dracula said.

"The Devil?" Larry whispered gobsmacked. He remembered being captured by a cult who worshipped the demon long ago. It was a horrifying experience and only his alter-ego had saved him. Ironically, it usually did.

He looked toward the other three. "And who are all of you?"

"We're Frankensteins and that's Fritz." Wilhelm said. Something about the old man made both halves of Larry uneasy.

Larry slowly came out of the pipe. "Where do we start?" He asked.

"First, we must see a man who can help you control your other half. His name is Jekyll. Henry Jekyll." Fritz explained.


In Paris, France, a large, heavily-built, malformed, humanoid man was dashing from rooftop to rooftop like a gorilla. He had black hair and mutton chops and ripped and torn clothing. Suddenly, a swarm of bats suddenly attacked him, blocking his vision. He angrily swatted at them, trying to shoo them away when he suddenly ran off a building and fell through the roof of a church and landed in front of the altar. The bats gathered together and formed into Dracula. The large man got to his feet and snarled at him.

"You are Hyde?" The vampire asked.

"Who wants to know?" The behemoth demanded.

"I am Dracula, your new master." Dracula spoke in an authoritative tone.

"Master? Pah!" Hyde scoffed. "Like hell if I need a master."

Dracula's eyes glowed. "Obey me." He commanded.

"Vlad!" Fritz commanded as he entered the church, making the vampire back off. "Mr. Hyde. I am Fritz and we could really use the help of you and Dr. Jekyll. It's rather important."

"Don't mention that name!" Hyde roared.

"If you join us, we can help you live among modern society." Fritz promised.

"Not interested!" Hyde refused.

Fritz reached out something that seemed familiar to him. Hyde paused. It was necklace belonging his wife, Lorna. Before Hyde could react, he doubled over in pain as Dracula exerted his influence. That's when the potion he had taken started to ware off. His flesh began to morph and sweat as he grunted and fell to the floor. He jerked around and shrank from his large, hideous, ape-like stature to an original human size and shape. The shirtless man panted and groaned as he laid on his back and his body steamed from the transformation. He then carefully, if not clumsily, stood up and faced Fritz.

"Dr. Henry Jekyll, sir." He replied. Fritz shot a warning glance at Dracula and approached Jekyll.

"Do you remember your ally, Gabriel Utterson?" Fritz asked him. Jekyll nodded.

"I met him recently before he died. He handed me your wife's necklace and told me to lend to you if I could." Fritz explained.

"Thank you, sir." Jekyll nodded.

"Who's next?" Dracula asked.

"In due time, Vlad. First, I'd like to introduce Jekyll to Mr. Talbot." Fritz said and they exited the church with Dr. Jekyll to approach Larry with the Frankensteins.

"Dr. Henry Jekyll." He spoke and held his hand out to spiky-haired man.

"Lawrence Talbot. I'm told you can help me?"

Jekyll nodded and pulled out a large syringe filled with strange liquid. He injected it into Lawrence's wrist.

"Ah!" Larry yelped and grabbed his wrist. "What did you do to me?"

"I've altered you so that you can become a werewolf at will." Dr. Jekyll said.

Talbot was skeptical, but Fritz motioned for him to try. Suddenly, a strange, but familiar feeling washed over Larry's body. The group watched as he began to jerk around, twist and shake vigorously as if having a seizure. His hands turned into long sharp claws, his feet elongated and turned into paws, he grew black fur all over his body, some of his clothes were torn a bit in the process and he finally develops the face of a black wolf with pointed ears, a mouth of sharp teeth and glowing yellow eyes. His breath came into a menacing growl. Jekyll placed a hand on his shoulder, but the werewolf snarled angrily and smacked him away.

"Larry?" Wilhelm reached a hand out to him.

The Wolfman responded by snapped his jaws at his hand, making him yelp in fright and jump back.

"Never thought he'd look like that." Ulrich said observing the werewolf.

"His werewolf form must've changed over the years." Fritz explained. "He now looks like the others."

"He seems animalistic and feral in this form." Dracula said. "He might be useful after all."

Frederick came up to him and gave him a scratch behind the ears, which only annoyed the transformed man. The Wolfman growled at him, threatening to maul him to death.

"Sorry." Frederick squeaked and backed away slowly.

"So who else is in?" Wilhelm asked.

"We must go to Egypt." Fritz replied.