Jean stared at Helsing amazed. Helsing is no ordinary enemy to fight against like in his last few cases. Helsing and Daniel or Dracula, they both have endured many hardships and that will count the same for the Phantom. Where is he as a matter of fact? Witnessing it all from some dark corner? Wondered Jean and began to look around.

„I have nothing against you. You are not evil or damned. Go while you can, lad." Remarked Helsing calmer but his eyebrows remained narrow, giving a stern look and his ice-blue eyes almost pierced Jean's mind.

"What if I don't?" Wondered Jean angered.

"Then what you will see, will be branded into your mind unwillingly. An unforgetful memory, maybe even an unforgivable one too. Then last night was the last peaceful night you have slept and will know why you were afraid as a child of the dark. Knowing there are such things as monsters. Vampires are basically monsters under masks and cloaks to adjust well and lure victims."

Jean wanted to object Helsing's words but he was speechless. Knowing he knows nothing compared to Helsing and understands well why he should leave but he can not. He just can not. His body remained glued on the spot. "I won't leave although I see the reason clear but I can't. Daniel or Dracula, he saved my life!"

"Fine, have it your way!" Called Helsing furious while pushing Jean to a wall.

Once Jean hit with his back against the cold stone wall, metal bars fell from above and prisoned Jean. "Non!" He called while trying to shake the bars down. They were too solid and heavy although they appeared old and rusty.

"Now, I can finally have my peace to do this I that have waited for so long." Sighed Helsing contented and looked into the torturing chamber. Dracula was nowhere to be seen. "Huh? Wait, he can't cast a reflection and thus might be hiding right next to the door, now that he knows. Otherwise I would have heard a violent push of stones or shattering glass." As he looked closer into the chamber without opening door he noticed few stones lifted at one corner. "What? How is that possible?" Helsing grunted and paced to Jean and grabbed at his collar. "You helped him by distracting me, is that it?"

Jean remained silence and glared at Helsing angered.

"I thought as much. I must say I admire your courage in your young age." Gave Helsing coldly while walking back to the mirror door. "I know you are in there." He chuckled and pushed down a lever built into the wall beside the mirror door. "I'll give you a close impression to hell that you are banned."

"Non!" Called Jean while struggling to free himself but it was no use behind the old metal bars.

Dracula did hide on the spot as Helsing suspected. Not very long he began to feel very warm under his feet. The stones gave rushing clouds of vapour like fog. "I did not see that coming." He noted under his breath and began to look around him. Searching for a suitable place to climb and stay until the heat has cooled down or at best the door would be open. At one mirror he noticed a piece of glass was missing at one corner. Without hesitation Dracula sprinted to that mirror and held on to the sharp corner. Black blood like ink began to drip over the smooth surface of the glass. With narrowed eyebrows in anger he watched the mirror door and hoped it would open soon. The sharp edge of the mirror he holds on to cuts into his flesh of his fingers and a pain begins through time to burn more and more. "If Helsing planned on torturing me so, then this can't be all. I have gone through a lot worse. This is nothing, no matter as a vampire now or if I would have been a human. I will hold on until the heat is over." Dracula muttered to himself. "Torture me all you want Helsing but you can't kill me! No one can and you know it!" He shouted.

There was silence. He expected to hear an answer but nothing came.

Suddenly the mirror door clicked open and cool air rolled into the room.

Dracula remained on the spot frozen. He was not sure if this is another trick from Helsing. "Jean?" He silently wondered and raised an eyebrow. "Jean!" He called. There was no response. "This can't be good." Noted Dracula under his breath while slowly climbing down. As he slowly walked closer towards the door his bloodied fingers healed within seconds without leaving any trace. As he reached he slowly stepped in. His eyes wandered everywhere. Trying to see Helsing hiding somewhere. Nothing. He scented in the air aside Helsing and Jean someone else. A familiar one that he has scented a few times and even had a close encounter. "The Phantom! Then he knows I'm after him." He walked on and followed the scent. Jumping through few trapdoors that lead further and deeper he never noticed before and halted at one door. It appeared old and reminded Dracula of his time. He heard voices from the other side.

"What are you planning to do with him and me?" Grunted Helsing.

There was a sniggering. "All in good time, monsieur. Once our last guest has arrived you will see. You may come in, Garçon or should I say Dracula."

Dracula widened his eyes. He had not made a sound nor touched the door. Slowly he opened the door.

"Ah bienvenu mon ami! Welcome! I believe everyone is here as inspected." Gave the Phantom with a sly grin. As their eyes met Dracula sensed strength, cunning, sorrow and pain from the Phantom. Although wearing a black mask representing a human skull.

"You have been expecting me?" Wondered Dracula curiously, questioning Phantom's words while looking at Jean, Helsing and Christine. Jean and Helsing were tied up together in ropes and Christine looked pale with fright. Dracula was not sure whether she was afraid of him, the Phantom or both.