The Werewolf leaped forward as Dracula leaped backwards and transformed into his bat-form. But before he could take off again, the Werewolf was onto Dracula and already tearing out his throat. Dracula made horrible sounds as his body disintegrated until only his bones were left. The Werewolf howled in victory. His sharp ears detected a sound behind him and he whirled around to find potential Prey running towards him. The Werewolf leaped at the Prey. His powerful leap broke the Prey and they both crashed on some furniture. He slowly got up but some six sense told him to turn around. He turned around and caught a silver stake that had been aimed at him by another Prey. The Werewolf roared in anger. How dare this Prey try to kill him?! He was the Werewolf and no one could stop him. He was too powerful. He was... Van Helsing?
The Werewolf paused in confusion. He looked closely at the Prey. No, not Prey. This was Carl.
The animal madness left Van Helsing and he glanced down at the empty syringe sticking out of his stomach.
The empty syringe that was put there by Anna who lay dead on the piece of furniture.
It was like awakening from a long sleep. Van Helsing blinked back that memory of him killing Anna and frowned. One moment, Van Helsing was a werewolf, leaping at Alexandria Valerious, the next he was slamming into her as a man. Momentum kept them moving and they crashed into a tree, Alexandria letting out a gasp of pain as her head rebounded of the trunk. She slid down to the ground, dizziness overtaking her. Van Helsing kept his balance.
"W- what happened?" Van Helsing asked, disorientated.
"Van Helsing, Alexandria!" cried Dane. He had seen Van Helsing slam into Alex with enough force to kill any normal person, and now he was panicking. But he had seen Alex jab him with the cure, seen Van Helsing transform back to himself and gasped as Alex hit the tree. But Dane quickly realised that she was O.K and he ran forward to help her.
Van Helsing just stood there, disorientated, confused and extremely, extremely ashamed.
"Ouch," yelped Alex as she burnt her tongue on the tea Seraphoenix had made for her. She, Van Helsing and Dane all sat around the table in Seraphoenix's cottage. Johnathan was still unconscious and he had a burning fever. Seraphoenix was attending to him now. Sunlight filtered through the windows. Dane had found Van Helsing's clothing. Though they were tattered and torn, Van Helsing still wore them.
"Soooooo, um, what happens now?" Dane asked. Alex fidgeted.
"Suppose everything goes back to normal. Regardless of what happened last night, our mission was a success- we have retrieved the cure, both you boys are officially werewolf free. Dane can go back to living with his parents, I can reconnect with my mother, and Van Helsing can breath easier every full moon. Everything is perfect now," Alex said.
"Look, I'm sorry for what happened last night-" Van Helsing tried apologising but Alex held up a hand.
"What happened, happened. It wasn't anyone's fault. Let us never speak of this again," she said.
"Adriano's still out there," Dane reminded her.
"Who cares? He was a terrible fighter to begin with," Alex said. She looked up and into Van Helsing's eyes. Dane, sensing the mood, left the table to go help Seraphoenix.
"Van Helsing, I love you," Alex said quietly.
"I know, I love you too," Van Helsing said softly.
"Suppose we should, um, kiss or something?" Alex asked. Van Helsing raised an eyebrow.
"Suppose we should," he said. They leaned in and kissed, Alex's soft lips upon his. And for a moment, it felt like they were the only people in the world.