Chapter 6

Troy opened fire on the large warg before him. The bullets pierced the neck of the warg. It fell down with a large crash and howled into the night before it died. The other two wasted no time in launching themselves toward the group. Donald ran in utmost horror at the gates, screaming as he ran. Steve cracked the whip and curled it around the neck of the second one. The warg snarled as its flesh began to burn and decoy. The warg began to step back, tugging the whip and pulling Steve over to it as a way to lessen the grip of the whip. He found himself losing control and losing grip of the whip. He pulled out a dagger and threw it at the warg, striking it in the eye. Blood shot forth as it found its way into the soft flesh of the warg. It howled in pain as it shook its head to get it out. Steve wasted no more time and he whipped the warg again, killing it.

Donald ran to gate screaming. He looked back and saw the warg chase him full speed over to the gate. He took out the gun, turned round, closed his eyes and began to fire. The last thing he saw was the warg about ten feet from him and quickly closing the distance between them. He screamed aloud as he fired and fired and fired. A hand forcefully gripped him.

"Donald! You can stop now!" Troy screamed.

Donald looked down and saw he had killed it. He also wasted a full clip in the process. He turned around to the gate and tried to open the rusted gates. But they would not badge, they only rattled as Donald shook the doors in vain.

"Let me out, please let me out!" he screamed in terror.

"We can't go back now," Steve said. "Let's go."

As they walked, they notice several red eyes appear in the dark. Steve saw ahead the doors to the castle were opened. They walked on, looking in every direction, and heard snarls from right to left. Wargs began to appear, packs of them. They walked slowly as they leered at the group with hungry eyes.

"RUN!" Ethan yelled in freight. They ran to the doors, which seemed a million miles away. Steve reached the door first, he turned and yelled for the rest to hurry. Troy aimed his gun and fired as he ran. He got on in the foot, effective knocking it down.

"Come on, forget about them! Run!" Steve yelled aloud.

Donald was the second to make it as he dove inside. Ethan was the third. Troy continued firing, slowing him down. Steve ran quickly outside, grabbed him and ran inside. Donald and Ethan quickly shut the doors, shutting the wargs out. They all breathed heavily to catch their breath and rest. Donald lay panting on the ground, praying.

"God, please be with us in this unholy place!" he prayed aloud.

"Drac's got a lot of friends in this place doesn't he?" asked Ethan as he breathed in and out.

"You haven't seen the lot of them," said Steve in a grim voice.

Troy looked around and saw that they were now in an elegant hallway. He frowned as he cocked his shotgun.

"Sitting around here isn't doing us any good. Let's go." Troy said as he turned to leave. Steve stopped him.

"Hold on Troy, you don't know what is in this place."

"And you do?"

"No, I do know however that any turn we make can lead to our death."

Donald cried as he heard the words. He got up and tried to open the doors but Ethan forced him away from them.

"You crazy Donald, you want those wolves in here!"

"I don't wanna die! I don't wanna die!" he chanted over and over. Troy walked up to him and smacked across the face.

"Shut up preacher boy! You're supposed to be a servant of the Lord Almighty, not a crybaby! I'd be ashamed to call you my servant if I were in God's shoes!"

"Troy please!" Steve said defending him.

"What do you want me to say Belmont, its okay! I'm scared too but I refuse to let that stop me from killing Dracula! We have to be strong to come out of this alive, you especially Donald!"

Donald dried his tears and got up.

"Donald Troy's right, you have to be strong, we need you now." Steve said.

"Okay," he said drying his tears.

As if in reply, they heard sudden moans in the hallway. Looking forward they show zombies appear from the floor of the hallway.

"Shit!" Ethan yelled aloud. "way too many friends!"

"The door is up ahead, we have to fight our way to it!" Steve yelled.

"Fine with me!" Troy yelled as he shot two though the chest.

"Save ammo, use your swords only! Don't get corned!" Steve yelled as he lopped of the head of one zombie with his longsword. Ethan hued the legs of another with his sword and Donald brought down his sword through one, cutting it in half. The room began to stink with dead bodies as they hacked and cut their way to the doorway. Each time a zombie died, two more arose to take its place. How many they slew they could not count.

"Whoa!" yelled Troy as he cut the head of a zombie that nearly corned him. A quick duck to the left saved him from being overwhelmed. They fought, cut, and hacked their way through. Finally, what seemed like an eternity, the made it to the door. They hurriedly opened it and stepped to the other side. The other side was a short room, with a door about three feet ahead of them. They ran to it at the sound of the zombies breaking down the door. The opened it and ran to the other side. They shut the door behind and looked. They saw a staircase leading upwards to another hallway, just like the one where they fought the zombies.

"I guess that is the only way up," said Ethan as he looked in amazement.

"Yea, be careful though," Steve said.

"I'm no baby Belmont, I can look after myself!" Troy said defiantly as they began to walk up the stairs.

"Fine Troy, if you die I'll only say I told you so," Steve said angrily.

"I'm not, you are sissy."

"What was that?"

"Guys, not here, not now! We need to work together in order to survive!" Ethan said.

"Tch, fine." Troy said in annoyance.

They continued to walk up the stairs until it ended. They saw another doorway, but above of it they saw a huge bat. The bat was bear-sized and it opened its large red eyes when it heard them approach. It spread its large wings and it swooped down towards the group, hissing as it made its descent. They ducked down to escaped its large claws as it made another swoop. Troy dove to the ground, rolled and fired at the creature. He missed and cursed himself as he saw it make preparations for another swoop.

"We need to distract it while one of us clips one of its wings or something!" Ethan yelled.

"I'll do it, I'm the fastest!" Steve yelled as he ran out.

The bat saw Steve ran out. It circled into the air and swooped down at him. Steve dove to the ground, narrowly dodging the sharp claws on its feet. Steve stood up and shouted.

"That's all you got? Come on you bastard!" Steve taunted. If the bat could understand what he had said, he could not tell. It turned it's attention away from Steve and focused on Ethan, who saw it too. The bat swooped down, knocking Ethan back a few feet. He landed on the ground roughly and he rolled to get a glimpse at the bat again.

"Come on baby, just pay attention to them," Troy whispered.

Troy wondered if the bat heard him or not, cause it then turned to Troy and it now dove towards him. Troy turned and ran. He dove down quickly as the bat missed him. Troy then heard a shrill cry from the bat. He looked and saw a hole in its wing. Donald had shot it in the center of its right wing. The bat now had trouble flying. Steve jumped up, cracked the whip around its short legs then brought it down with a powerful yank. It crashed to earth and Troy wasted no time shooting it in the head. The bat gave a shrill yell as it died. The group sighed with relief, the fight finally over.

"Did that make up for my erm, cowardice?" Donald asked.

"That's a start preacher boy." Troy said.

"Well there is no use standing around here then, let's get going."

They opened the door and walked to the next room.