I am so lazy!!! Well here is chapter four thank you to everyone who reviewed!! I really appreciate your advice and patience!!! As I am a new author, I don't have a homepage-Yet. So I will tell you a bit about myself. Location: US Hobbies: Drawing, Singing, Playing Piano, Flute, and now writing. I love animals and own two adorable dogs, Hondo and Callaghen, two tortoises, and two Betta fish. I am also somewhat into sewing, I am currently working on a Van Helsing plushie; my sister made me a Dracula plushie. So cute!!! Well let's see what else, I am almost a freshman in High School, and I love clothes and makeup. Well that's about it. Thanks again to Mariah, and all the people who reviewed:)

"Hello?" inquired the Count, "Ah there you are!" he exclaimed stepping in to the dim room. The walls flickered with the candle's poor lighting. The friar and Van Helsing seemed to be having an important conversation.

Gabriel's eyes locked with Carl's, he had noticed the vampire, but chose to ignore him.

"I cannot offer you what you wish, I am sorry, "He hated the way his voice sounded in his head, harsh and overbearing.

Tears spilled from Carl's eyes, he turned. If Van Helsing new he was upset he would try and comfort him, which would make the aching longing harder to bear.

"We must leave now, "Dracula countered impatiently.

Gabriel's throat ached, he turned to Carl, "Goodbye Carl," he managed, already having the suspicion he wouldn't return. Maybe it was for the better, when things were such a mess.Maybe leaving on this adventure would bring things back to normal.

Carl didn't respond, he fled the room feeling like a fool, Van Helsing was a hunter, and he didn't have time for romance. That was a lie, wasn't he risking his life for a woman he had only just met? He lit a few candles in the dark room. Carl heard the sound of the chamber door closing; Van Helsing was gone, maybe for a month, a year perhaps?

Carl felt the tears coming again, and this time welcomed them, maybe crying would clear the fogginess and sadness crowding his brain. Or maybe not. He lifted his head up, he new what to do. He ran and grabbed his field pack, running out the castle gates, so what if Gabriel said he didn't love him, it didn't change the way he felt, or the warning in his heart.

Gabriel trudged after the count; shouldn't Transylvania be flooded with all the rain it seemed to get? He pulled his cloak tighter around him." Where are we going?"

The count was silent for a moment, he glanced over his shoulder "Ever heard of the underworld?"

The hunter gasped, "What?"

Dracula sighed; Gabriel asked so many god-damn questions!!! "That's where we're headed, the Guasto reside there, they are the helpers of the devil,"

"And where do we find Anna?"

"If you succeed then we will go to purgatory, where her family is," Dracula's bitter smile was the only trace of emotion, his voice remained flat and unconvincing, "The Valerious line no longer exists, so they are trapped in purgatory,"

Gabriel wondered again why the hell Dracula was doing this for him; wouldn't Anna try and kill him when she returned?

It was suddenly silent. Gabriel sighed and looked around; the rain was coming down in sheets, though it was only mid-afternoon, it looked black as midnight; dark angry rain clouds hovered above.

"How are we supposed to get there?" The hunter shouted above a loud crackle of thunder. He laughed sarcastically" Dig?"

The vampire rolled his eyes, "Do you not forget I am also dead? The gate to hell is not far, and I can enter as I please, and as I have made a pact with the devil, I'm sure you and I will be allowed to enter. At a price"

Carl had never felt so alone, he had made camp, and was used to the Hunter's steady breathing beside him, and it used to comfort him. But now there was only silence.

He had been trailing behind Gabriel and Dracula for a few days, always making sure not to stay too close, for he hadn't yet gathered the courage to meet Van Helsing face to face, he was sure the hunter would be furious with him. So would the count.

He didn't like Dracula, the glint in his eyes as he talked to Gabriel, the way he touched his arm, so gently, as if trying to gain his trust. In fact he despised him. That was a better word for it, yes despised.

A loud rustle from a nearby bush awoke Carl from his thoughts. He forced himself to turn around.

Gabriel was tired, and not to mention cold, his water-logged clothes seemed to collect cold instead of warmth. The rain had been steadily falling for a matter of days now; and he had yet to wonder How do we find the gate?

Hey I hope you likey. I Tried, I'm so sorry for my lack of updating, but I had a bad case of writers block. CoughLazy Cough. Well please review, I still welcome friendly critique, and I WILL respond to your reviews……Eventually. Mwahaha