Here we go, chapter 11 is finally done. I apologize that it took a long time to update, school along with life problems had prevented me from easily finishing it. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy it! :) Also, this story had just reached past 5000 views, BIG THANKS to all my readers :) Special thanks to laigunner03 for suggesting the chapter name as I was really out of ideas due to stress and other stuff.
The intense clamor of dozens of people running away and screaming in terror filled the area around the hospital. Most adults ran as fast as they could, while children screeched and screamed as they desperately raced towards their parents arms. Cars, vans, bikes and the like were hastily driven out of the parking area, uncontrollably skidding across the road as they made their sudden escape. Meanwhile, inside the hospital, the people left there were in a state of utter shock at the conspiring events. Every room in the first floor was violently intruded by the same men who assaulted the hospital. Doors were slammed open, black clad men stormed each room and analyzed it carefully. They didn't care who they frightened, all they cared about was their objective. While unprepared people just stood silent at their sight, hiding themselves or plainly lying flat at the ground as there seems to be no way out, not being able to interfere nor complain in fear of being shot or hurt.
A loud 'thud' was heard as a soldier slammed open the door of a room with a swift kick, abruptly opening it and even nearly breaking it. As the door went tumbling down, he went in with ease. With an assault rifle firmly placed on his hands, he braced himself incase his targets were at that area. Squinting as he meticulously aimed the rifle throughout the room. His finger wrapped around the trigger, just in case any of the people inside the room would attempt to do anything unexpected. "Please, don't hurt us!" An old woman screamed at the top of her voice as she held both of her hands high in the air while her other companions just stood shocked, eyes wide open along with jittery breaths. The soldier simply groaned in annoyance as he glanced around the room for a couple more seconds, hastily leaving soon after once he realized that the targets or any signs that they've been there were nowhere to be found in that particular room.
Walking towards the information desk, his hand dragged towards the cape of the black hood he was wearing. Grabbing a silenced USP .45 pistol that was resting on a holster at his back, a grin formed up on his face as he saw a man hiding behind the desk. He furrowed his brows as he effortlessly recognized that the man is one of the hospital personnel. Raising his arm along with the pistol in hand, he directly aimed at the person that was on the desk, "You!"
The frightened man instantly stood from his position as a response. His eyes slowly drifted and looked at the sadistic grin on the hooded man, nothing but that grin could be seen, not even the eyes nor the whole face could be sighted. "Tell me," As the black hooded man slightly raised his arm along with his pistol, alleviating the man's fear. "A vampire came to this hospital. At what floor could I find it?"
Out of fear and shock, the man mumbled a couple of jumbled words that couldn't even be clearly heard or comprehended by anyone in the area, not even himself. Forming a tight fist, the black hooded man slammed the desk with his other hand. He then impatiently growled as he held the pistol and placed it right at the forehead of the man, "I won't ask again," Tightening the grip on the pistol and further pressing it onto the man's forehead, making the helpless man squint and endlessly shiver. "Answer my question or you'll have another hole to breathe into."
"V-Va… vampire?" The man stuttered, voice full of fear and shock. He turned his head and just blankly stared at the floor, trying to avoid eye-contact with the hooded man. Taking a quick breath, "Thi..third flo…floor." he maundered as he weakly pointed a finger to the nearby elevator, which appeased the black hooded man.
Taking his pistol off and putting it back in its place, the black hooded man emitted a loud whistle, getting the attention of his henchmen. He then walked towards the nearby elevator in a calm and subtle way, not even the slightest sound of his footsteps could be heard. Raising his arm and his index finger in the air, he made a rolling motion with his finger, signifying to his men that they should follow him and leave the area.
Seeing as the soldiers were steering away from the premises, most of the people took this opportunity to flee as fast as they could. Silent yet terrified footsteps resonated around the area as they ran towards the exit. The sound of all the screaming people along with the terror they were experiencing simply relaxed the black hooded man, those people after all, supported and didn't deny the vampire, so in his view, they deserved this kind of treatment.
"The vampire is in the third floor," Pointing a finger at the elevator, "Get the anti-vampire darts ready," the black hooded man commanded as they all approached the elevator. One of the soldiers responded by taking a special rifle that was hanging on his back, a rifle loaded with those deadly darts. After the elevator opened, the hooded man turned around, faced his men with a sly smile plastered on his face. "And don't forget to aim for the head." As he formed his hand into a gun and pointed it at his temple to further illustrate what he meant to his men. All of his men simply nodded in agreement, an overconfident smirk forming up on their faces as they looked at each other.
Entering the elevator, they sighed as they prepared themselves. Most of the soldiers took the time to check their weaponry, checking if everything is in place, checking if they have enough grenades and also preparing other nasty equipment.
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Breathing heavily, he grasped the phone tightly. Both of his hands literally hugged and wrapped around the phone as his breathing further unsteadied and continued to become restless. Holding down the phone and burrowing it deeply onto his chest, "What could have happened to the boy?" he murmured, nobody but himself could hear it. Fingers heavily fidgeting as his grip on the phone slightly stiffened, he remembered that call he had made to his daughter, that same call that had just ended a few minutes ago. He was filled with joy to know that she was able to answer. At least that managed to remove some nasty thoughts that kept looping through his mind and imagination.
"Hey Drac…" A raspy yet seemingly calm voice broke him from his trance. Feeling slightly surprised by the sudden encroachment, he took a very deep breath. As he exhaled, the sound of it couldn't even be matched by the constant gust of winds the riddled outside the hotel. Looking to his left, he was relieved that beside him was one of his close friends.
"Oh, hello there Murray." he wearily replied, trying to conceal his agitated demeanor. His grasp over the phone loosened and he held it with one hand. He then looked at the phone once again, trying to make up his mind if he should call again or not. His index finger rapidly switched from trying to click the 'call' button to trying to prevent the latter from happening. Even though the call he made to his daughter was rather brief, he quickly discerned that while the fact that his daughter seemed 'okay', her husband on the other hand wasn't. Her constant sobbing, her sniffling, indeed the Count knew that something dire had happened. Despite all of those thoughts, he tried to keep a straight face. He was after all the 'Count Dracula'; he wasn't supposed to plainly show his fear and agitation in the open.
Murray raised an eyebrow as he huffed, he knew him too well, he had known him for hundreds of years, even before Mavis was born. It was no surprise that he easily sensed the nervousness and fear that was peppering his friend. "How'd the call go?"
Turning his head, he looked directly at his friend. Trying to show a blank expression, "Mavis answered," he plainly said, taking a short breath as he prepared to say more. "She said that something had happened to Jonathan." he then turned away with a bilious expression on his face as he started to walk towards his other friends, who at that time were talking to Tiberius and Alucard.
"Who are you guys? And how do you even know Van Helsing?" Frank relaxingly inquired as he put a finger on his chin. His very voice was deep and demanding, with a hint of curiousness. Staring Tiberius right at the eye, he went over to one of the couches and sat himself, making the couch violently shake and release a cracking sound as it barely handled his weight. Wayne and the others just remained silent as they waited a response from Tiberius. They were astonished that Tiberius and Alucard actually knew Van Helsing, they all thought that humans just knew of him as a character in a novel. Almost all monsters knew and feared, Van Helsing.
With that, Tiberius huffed as he leaned back on the couch he was sitting at. Slightly raising his chin, he tried to look relaxed. Crossing his arms and rolling his eyes, he looked away as he slightly scrunched up his face. "None of your business." he replied rather bluntly with a hint of bitterness, slightly annoyed of the thought that he was being interrogated. Alucard on the other hand, remained silent, plainly standing alongside Tiberius. What Tiberius said only seemed to have irked Frank and the others.
Standing up with a clearly angered look on his face, Frank motioned closer towards Tiberius. Eyes bulging out with teeth slightly grinding, "It is our business," Pointing a finger at Tiberius while snarling, he tried to hold back his anger, but just couldn't. Tiberius' voice sounded cocky and challenging, which in turn really irritated Frank. "This is Dracula's hotel," he nearly shouted, yet he tried to keep his voice low. As he pointed his finger downward, towards the floor to further emphasize his point. "And out there, his daughter along with her husband, which is our close friend, is getting in trouble because of Van Helsing!" Swiftly waving his hand and pointing it outwards, towards the window. "We deserve an explanation on how you know him and who you are."
But they were suddenly interrupted. Silently walking towards them, a seemingly fake and raspy cough was soon heard from none other than Dracula. He swiftly motioned towards them, trying to keep a blank and calm expression. His calm demeanor however quickly switched to an annoyed one as he saw Frank and Tiberius arguing. He simply hated the fact that they've already got a lot of problems on their hands yet Frank and Tiberius still found the time to quarrel. "Would you please stop your bickering!" While quickly giving out a short, yet loud enough hiss. They all turned their attention to him, rather surprised. His voice was commanding and threatening, more than enough to silence everyone on the room.
"Drac, did Mavis answer? Are they okay?" Turning his head towards them in an almost instant manner, Wayne nearly hopped out of the couch he was sitting at as he inquired. Eyes slightly widening as he saw Dracula and Murray walking towards them. The others showed a similar expression, except for Tiberius, which chose to retain his sense of calmness despite the semi-hostile nature that Frank showed towards him.
Wiping his forehead and face with one hand, and the other one slightly stiffening, he went closer to them. Motioning towards the middle of the area, so that all of them will be able to clearly hear him, "Yes, she answered." As he turned his head and directly looked at Wayne. He tried to reply as relaxed as possible, to try alleviating their already unsteady demeanor.
Abruptly standing up from the couch, Wayne walked closer towards Dracula, "So, are they okay?" Teeth and jaw slightly shivering as he feared what the answer would be. Eyes slightly bulging out, he tried to directly look at Dracula, to which the latter tried to avoid.
Looking down, the Count's face fell as he took a seat on one of the nearby couches. "Seeing as Mavis answered, I think she's alright…" he trailed off, which earned him a round of relieved sighs from all of his friends. That short moment of relief however was soon to end. Teeth slightly gritting while taking a short breath, "Johnny however, it seems that something happened to the boy…"
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A beep resonated across the hallway, it was short yet it can be clearly heard around the area because of the intense silence. Along with that was an abrupt 'swoosh' sound that came from the doors of the elevator as it opened up. That entire section of the hospital seemed to have been abandoned, with absolutely no person on sight. People that were once there left in fear. Some of them leaving through the stairs, not caring on how much steps they'll encounter, while some left through the other elevators. Across the long hallways were lined-up chairs, some of them even had items or bags sitting on it, as the once owners of those were gone from the area. A short yet ominous silence settled upon the area as the elevator doors finally finished opening.
Coming out of the elevator was a black hooded man along with five other soldiers. The black hooded man casually walked out of the elevator, taking a short and careful look at both of his sides, making sure there aren't any nasty surprises waiting for him and his men.
As they slowly walked out of the elevator, the sheer silence of the area made some of the men timid. Eyes rolling, wandering and looking around, some of the soldiers couldn't help but think that they were walking straight to a trap. After all, the vampire was nowhere in sight, along with the unusual stillness in the area. Hands slightly fidgeting as they tightly held their weapons and aimed around, trying as hard as possible to prepare themselves for a vicious battle.
"You two," A confident and commanding voice briefly broke the silence of the place. He pointed a finger and looked at the soldiers that were directly on his left side, eyes piercing and showing no fear. Making his head motion and point rapidly to an empty hallway just ahead of the elevator towards the operating room, his mouth slightly scrunched up. "Check that hallway. The rest of you, follow me." The two soldiers just couldn't help but nervously nod in agreement. All of the other soldiers remained silent, wiping off any fear they once had and trying to focus on their main objective.
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"Papa Drac!" A voice filled with terror and confusion echoed across the area, more than enough to be clearly heard by Dracula and the rest of his friends. Dennis, along with his friend, Winnie, sprinted towards them. Running and leaving their little hiding spot, where they heard absolutely everything that was being talked about by Drac and his friends. Their footsteps echoed across the floor, further getting the attention of Dracula. Each step their little feet made kept getting louder and louder as they hurled closer towards them. Dennis couldn't possibly take it any longer, the news of his mom getting 'hurt' already put a fair amount of shock to him. And now, his dad too, both of those things extremely frightened him. He couldn't shake the thought that he might've lost both of his parents in just one day, so he really needed answers, honest answers. "What happened to mom and dad?"
That made Dracula extremely timid. Trying to practically hide his face with his large cape, using his hand to pull it and fully cover his face, he desperately tried to think of something to somehow avert Dennis' attention towards the dire situation. He kind of already predicted that they'll try to eavesdrop, but he tried to shake that thought off and focused on the situation of his daughter and her husband. "The problems just seems to keep piling up…" he unconsciously whispered to himself, unknown to him that Dennis and Winnie clearly heard it with their razor-sharp hearing senses. Dracula winced at what Dennis will think about what was happening to his parents. But even Dracula still didn't know what exactly happened, so that further made him feeble. He couldn't even think on what he should say, "Should I just spit it out? Should I try to cover it up?" Those thoughts kept spinning across his mind. Eyes fidgeting and practically moving continuously from left to right, he had to say something, anything.
Turning around and facing his grandson, an idea crossed his mind that might make Dennis temporarily stop trying to inquire about the situation. "Denisovich" he calmly said as he exhaled, his very demeanor seemed relaxed yet the intense nervousness he was feeling couldn't be denied nor hidden.
Eyes relaxingly opened with a plain expression plastered on his face. "Your mom and dad…" Dracula's face slightly shifted and stared towards Frank and the others as his face started getting riddled with agitation. His very look at his friends could somehow be translated to, "Help me out here…" Yet his friends wouldn't be able to do anything about it too, they were still slightly oblivious with the current situation so they wouldn't be much help either.
Dennis' face slightly wrinkled up as he squinted. Shoulders slightly tightening because of the fear of what might be revealed to him. "They… uh… just had some misunderstandings. I-I'm sure they are fixing it as we speak." Leaning down and looking Dennis straight at the eye, in hopes that he'll believe what he was saying. He brought a seemingly relaxed and cheerful smile in an attempt to further convince Dennis.
A loud and obnoxious whistle soon caught all of their attention, "Nice…" A long and raspy voice echoed through their eardrums. Looking back and trying to see who said that, it was none other than Tiberius.
"I didn't know the Count Dracula was so lame at making up excuses." Alucard bluntly stated as he emitted a slight chuckle while lightly piercing Tiberius with his elbow. Both of them slightly giggled at what Alucard said, making Dracula and the others infuriated. The thought that they were taking the whole situation as a joke left Dracula, along with his other friends, extremely angry towards the two. He walked towards them in an almost instant manner.
"Would you… please… shut up!" The Count furiously shouted at both of them, making Alucard flinch while Tiberius remained unfazed by Dracula's anger. "You're just making the situation more worse and annoying!" Forming a tight fist as he straightened and stiffened his arms, eyes wide with a slight tint of red. He fiercely shook his head, unable to believe that they're trying to somehow plainly reveal everything to Dennis.
"It's bad enough that Mavis and Johnny are in a really, really bad situation!" Pointing his finger at them, with an elongated nail straightly marked at them. "And you have to make it worse?!" He growled at them, failing to notice that he himself just escalated the situation for Dennis.
Shock. That was the thing that hit Dennis after what his Papa Drac said. What Dracula said seemed to have confirmed and solidified what Dennis was thinking, he gasped in terror as dozens of horrifying thoughts whizzed through his mind. He didn't exactly know what was going on with his parents, or what sort of danger they're currently in, or the extremity of their situation. But based on everything he heard and witnessed, from the moment he heard that his mom got shot, to Dracula's extreme anger and agitation towards the situation and finally the moment he heard the news about his father, it was no mystery to him that his grandfather was indeed trying to hide something serious from him.
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"This sector seems… clear…" Walking carefully and cautiously towards a long stretch of a hallway, a duo of timid soldiers walked as silent and slowly as they can throughout the area. They knew exactly what their target is, but what that did was only further strike fear into their hearts. Their target after all is no ordinary vampire, it is a Dracula, and that thought alone made them shake in their boots.
"Perhaps splitting us from the group wasn't really a good idea that the boss made, eh?" Glancing and staring at possibly every inch of the area, as their target could possibly strike at anytime, either as bat or at her human form. Looking at his fellow soldier, his expression was almost the same, yet unable to speak due to the intense silence and overall ambience on the area.
His companion on the other hand, took a second look at his back, looking back at the elevator where they came from. Their other allies had already went towards the other hallway, in a rather hasty manner, that made him take a big gulp as he wasn't entirely sure if they'll get to them in time should something dire happen to them.
Pointing their rifles, not caring even if their hands were slightly fidgeting, through the ceilings and corners, they were trying to spot if there is anything unusual in there. The very barrels of their rifles shook as it followed the rhythm of their unsteady hands.
"There's the operating room," A soldier alerted his comrade that was right beside him as they got closer to its doors. "Based on our sniper's info, he managed to hit one of them. So the non-vampire target must be in here…" Taking a short peek at his ally, he pointed his rifle at the doors to further demonstrate his meaning.
Once one of the soldiers pointed his weapon at a certain part of the ceiling however, his eyes widened as fear and utter shock flooded his mind. A black, bat-shaped figure was resting itself on one of the corners of the ceiling.
As soon as he noticed that, that bat turned its head towards him, eyes bloodshot red. Lunging towards the soldiers face, the bat extended its feet and kicked the soldier, with as much strength as possible. Sending him flying away and heavily impacting a nearby chair, which almost knocked him out. Because of the soldier's sudden surprise, his finger that was rested on the trigger of the gun flinched as he endured that attack.
A loud yet short burst of gunshots resonated throughout the area, more than enough to be heard by the black hooded man and his other men accompanying him. All three soldiers that were accompanying the black hooded man instantly turned around in shock, while their boss remained slightly calm. Taking a short breath while turning around and facing the direction where the gunshots were heard, "Found you…" The black hooded man, along with his men then sprinted towards the position of their comrades.
Transforming into her human form, she directly faced the other soldier. That soldier had just turned around after witnessing what happened to his ally. Eyes heavily stricken with fear, he desperately tried to aim down his rifle to the vampiress as his finger immediately tried to grasp the trigger. But for a vampire, that action was all too slow and predictable.
Clenching and forming her right fist into a tight clasp, she motioned her arm backwards in order build up as much strength as possible. Heavily infuriated, with visible bulging veins on her clenched fist, she was reminded of that exact time when Johnny was shot. She could perfectly remember his pain as she desperately flew him to the hospital, his agony along with the tremendous suffering he felt made her extremely enraged. What she would do at this moment was all too easy for her.
A jaw ripping upper-cut soon hammered the soldier just as he was about to fire, pushing and making the unfortunate soldier fly towards the doors of the operating room. The soldier groaned in tormented pain as the vampiress' small yet tenacious fist connected right at the middle of his jawbone, which caused an immense amount of agony and twinge. The punch itself was powerful enough to send the soldier flying away like a bird, flying and slamming into the operating rooms' doors and going inside it, inside the very same room where Johnny is in. A couple pieces of teeth can be clearly seen detaching and flying away from the soldier's jawbone and mouth, his assault rifle separating from his grasp and landing near the doors of the operating room as he literally flew away.
Sighing in relief, the vampiress took a second glance at the area. Staring at the first soldier she attacked, which seemed to be still conscious yet severely weakened. Her brows furrowed as she wondered why it was only two soldiers, "Was that all of them?" she thought to herself. There was nothing but sheer silence after that little encounter that happened, the whole area descended into a sound of nothingness. She was honestly expecting more of them, but that thought alone made her slightly overconfident. "Hmm, time to find the rest of them…"
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Crying, sniffling and sobbing. Dennis felt really lied to. He didn't understand why Dracula had to keep it a secret from him. "Mom and Dad got hurt and y-you didn't even bother… telling me?" Looking and staring his Papa Drac straight at the eye, looking at it for an answer, a visible streak of tears could be seen trailing down from his already wet-eyes through his tender cheeks.
Dracula suddenly choked upon hearing that. He couldn't believe that he just plainly blurted it out in the open that something bad really is happening to Dennis' parents, especially since Dennis was right at the scene when he did so. He really didn't want to hide it from him, but the gravity of the situation prevented him from saying it. He actually planned to tell him, but only after the situation has been under control or when both Johnny and Mavis are safe, but it seems that it's too late for that plan now.
Steadily looking back at his grandson, one of his eyes twitched as his mind raced to find something to say. He tried to look at him straight in the eye, but he just can't, especially after what he hid.
Although Dennis pretty much knew what happened through eavesdropping, he was still hit hard by the fact that Dracula tried to hide it all from him. He didn't see any clear reason why Dracula should hide it, so that further bewildered him. To him, his Papa Drac shouldn't have tried to keep it from him as a secret, as it was his parents that were involved after all.
Out of confusion and shock, Dennis unconsciously took a couple of steps back. His friend, Winnie just stood by him, not wanting to speak up as she really didn't know what to say.
"Denisovich. Please listen-" Dracula pleaded, with his hand slightly extended and pointing to Dennis. Slowly taking a few steps to get himself closer to his grandson, he fidgeted as he quickly tried to think of something to say. But he was a wee bit too late as his grandson was gonna do something rather unexpected.
All of the sudden, Dennis ran. He ran as fast as he could, running and utilizing his vampiric speed to its fullest. Eyes locked on the nearby window, his objective seemed clear to him, but not exactly for his Papa Drac and the rest. With his eyes glistening and glowing bright green for a second, the window instantly got telekinetically shot opened. As he ran, he ignored most of his surroundings. Not giving the slightest attention to what the others, even his Papa Drac's reactions were gonna be. In just a split second, he hastily transformed into his bat form and shot straight out the window in an almost perfect manner. Spinning himself as he closed his eyes and clamping his tiny wings together, he was out of the window and out of the hotel premises.
Dracula's eyes instantly shot open as he heavily gasped upon witnessing what his grandson just did. Of course the others had similar expressions, but Dracula's expression and overall shock just couldn't be matched. "Denisovich!"
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A cold and menacing breeze of wind glided through the vampiress pale skin as she suddenly felt something that made her eyes twitch and her skin crawl. One of her eyebrows slightly rose as her head lightly tilted upon noticing the sudden change in the area. As if the atmosphere around the space became even darker and more mysterious. A loud thud of what seems to be large leather boots that slammed right into the ground echoed across the area, more than enough to break the short-lived silence that the vampiress experienced.
A short, menacing and taunting slow clap echoed around the area and around her eardrums. "Well, well, well" Her eyes widened, mouth slightly opening as she unconsciously took a short yet large gulp upon hearing that unknown yet threatening tone. She began to slowly turn around, hands and fingers heavily fidgeting as curiousness along with fear and anxiety flooded her thoughts.
Once she fully made her turn, what she saw put a fair amount of shock unto her very spine. Letting out a short gasp as her teeth gritted and her nose scrunched up. In front of her was, three men steadily pointing their heavy weaponry right at her. With their fingers literally hugging and embracing the trigger, prepared to shoot anytime. She didn't know or even had the slightest idea on what those weapons specifically were, in fact, she doesn't even know much about current human weaponry, but she knew it herself that those must be deadly. The man in the middle caught most of her attention, a man with seemingly nothing more than a black hood, face fully shrouded by the darkness of his attire. His very look, at first glance, seemed not so threatening at all compared to the men that surrounded him. He didn't held any weapons, none of his hands carried even a knife or a pistol. But the strange feeling of the aura that resonated from that man seemed dark and mysteriously powerful, a feeling that most vampires and monsters get when they are facing an enemy that is almost as powerful as them.
"I finally get to face… a vampire," The very same menacing voice spoke, coming directly from the black hooded man. Hands slightly raising as he waved it in front of himself, "More specifically… a 'Dracula'." Voice full of astonishment along with an intimidating demeanor as his very tone translates as an act of challenge. His other fist tightly clenched as he slightly turned around, revealing a holster with a pistol firmly resting on it.
The black hooded man tilted his head to the other side as he directly gazed and stared at the vampiress blue eyes, which at that time was starting to get tinted with redness. Mavis tried to look at him too, but it seems as if something was preventing her from fully seeing his face no matter how hard she tried. "Sorry about your pet human.. erm… 'husband'." Slightly choking in the middle of the sentence as he quickly corrected his statement.
Head looking up, towards the ceiling as he released a short chuckle. "I'm actually surprised you haven't sucked every ounce of blood from him yet," Tilting his head, he once again gazed into the vampiress confuse stricken eyes. "After all, that's what you monstrous vampires are only good at, eh? Sucking blood."
At this very point and moment, she couldn't take it any longer. Standing in front of her were the men that she was sure has something to do with what happened to her husband, Johnny. She could finally make them pay for what they've done, that very thought made her extremely enraged and wild.
"YOU'RE THE MONSTERS!" With that, she furiously lunged at them. Unleashing an almost ear-deafening roar that was almost enough to actually deafen a person, but thanks to their equipment, they only flinched at her clamor. Launching herself from the ground with her hands placed right in front of her, eyes bursting with redness. She clenched both of her fists as hard as she could as she literally shot towards them like a bullet.
Unknown to her that what she did was actually the thing that the black hooded man was waiting for. A snarl formed on his face as he began to raise his arm along with his hand. "All… too… easy." that thought passed by the black hooded man's mind as he prepared to do something that he knew will surely give a shocker to the vampire.
As she flew towards them, overconfidence seemed to have overcome and numbed most of her senses. They all seemed like normal humans to her. And at this tight area along with her advantage of being a vampire, it all seemed too easy for her. Or so she thought.
All the other soldiers desperately tried to aim down their sights to shoot the incoming threat, but at this rate, by the time they had already aimed, they would've already been beaten to a pulp. Lucky for them, their boss, the black hooded man, was there on their side.
Quickly extending his arm and aiming his hand at the vampire, a jolt of what seems to be an electrified feeling filled his arms and traversed towards the hand. It's as if his very arm and hand is getting filled with raw and powerful energy, building up at a deeply fast rate. As soon as that was done, he flinched his fingers and hand. He lightly gasped, barely audible, as a powerful yet invisible shock of energy shot out from his hand and went towards the vampiress.
As she was getting closer and closer to them, she couldn't help but think that the battle was already won. After all, her vampiric speed plus the extreme anger and hatred she felt right now seemed unstoppable and too much to handle for just a bunch of humans. It seemed that the advantage was clearly hers. Little did she actually know on what she was up against.
The vampiress then felt a sudden gust of wind around her, as if something powerful just formed up in front of her face. Once the black hooded man had pointed his hand at the vampiress along with that strange feeling she instantly sensed, it was at that moment that Mavis finally noticed that she had underestimated them.
It started as a just a feeling, a feeling of what seems to be just an ordinary breeze of wind that blew past her face, cold yet satisfying. And just a split second after that is where the actual action began. What hit her that moment felt like a car just slammed right in front of her. It was a clearly painful sensation.
A powerful telekinetic shockwave sent her flying at the exact opposite direction. Her eyes broadened out of sheer surprise at what was happening. At the speed she flew, she thought that none of them could've stopped her, especially since most humans would be too slow to respond at that rate. Truthfully, they really are too slow to respond since the distance between them and her were just too small. Yet the black hooded man not only had anticipated that kind of aggressive response, but also knew how to counter it. Indeed what she was facing was no ordinary bunch of people, especially the black hooded man.
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Across the vast forest of Hotel Transylvania a single red-haired bat latched itself unto one of the hundreds of trees in the area. His eyes gleamed upwards, towards the beautiful night sky, admiring the beauty of the moon as it brightly shone upon the boundless forest. The bat remained still and stayed at that branch for a few minutes, face full of confusion as it tried to think on what to do next.
After awhile, the bat decided that it was time to leave that area. Jumping out from the branch and onto the ground, the bat transformed into its human form half-way through the jump.
A squishy sound was soon heard as the boy's tiny feet landed on the ground. Looking down as to know what he stepped on, mouth lightly scrunching up and eyebrows clumping up as he realized that he had directly landed and stepped on mud.
Regardless, he shrugged and rolled his eyes as he continued to walk in an undetermined direction. He kept thinking about his parents, on what might be happening to them at this very moment. Another one of the many thoughts that repeatedly circled on his mind was, "Why did Papa Drac tried to hide it from me?" Indeed the young vampire was really ambivalent on the Count's choice of trying to hide the conspiring events.
He took a second to stop, he was right in the middle of an area which was quite muddy, along with trees surrounding him. There was nothing but the trees and its shadows enveloping him. He suddenly flinched as he heard something, as if someone was following him and is quickly closing in.
Looking to his left, eyes widened and prepared to witness and see anything. Nothing. Immediately looking to his right, he huffed as there was also nothing in that part. The gentle rustle of leaves along with the squishing sound of mud that was being stepped on by someone on all fours kept resonating throughout his ears. It's as if someone was directly moving towards him, something fast.
"Dennis?" A sweet and gentle voice went past his ears, instantly removing his fear that something else might've been watching him. Trying to trace the voice, he looked back, a warm and tender smile formed up on his face as he saw who it was.
"Winnie? What are you doing here?" he questioned as he directly glanced at the werewolf, who was standing in front of his view between a pair of trees. She was slightly secluded by the shadows of the trees, but nevertheless, Dennis easily saw and recognized her. His mouth slightly widened as he was a bit shocked that she managed to follow him, but he simply assumed that she had used her enhanced smelling senses along with her speed to track him down.
She took a few little steps closer, getting herself out of the darkness and further revealing herself onto the light of the night skies. "Let's go back to the hotel…"
Because of that, Dennis lightly huffed as he slightly turned his head away and blankly looked at some random trees in the place. "I don't want to…" he weakly said. His voice was full of confusion and agitation, as if he wasn't even entirely sure of his decision to run away.
"But, Uncle Drac will get worried if you don't come back." Winnie tried to persuade him. That made Dennis look at her with an unsure expression. He started to ponder and question in his thoughts if what he did was really correct.
But because of their talking along with the general emotion that Dennis was currently feeling, their attention along with their heightened senses were put off guard. Across them was a small hill covered with mostly a handful of dead bushes along with a couple of trees. A gentle rustle broke the stillness in the area, the bushes lightly shook as something thin pierced through it and extended out into the open. Slowly coming out of the bushes was what seems to be a long yet thin barrel of a rifle, it was slowly being shaken as to further get the obstacles out of the way.
"This is X-Ray Two One, I got two tangos in sight…"
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The vampiress winced as she landed on the floor, with her back landing first. As if the force of the telekinetic wave that sent her flying back wasn't painful enough, the pain she felt as she got hammered into the floor was excruciating, even for a vampire. Her face wrinkled, her nose scrunched up and her teeth grinded as she tried to get herself back up.
"Is that all you got? Little vampire…" Lightly shaking his head in confidence as he took a few steps forward, a snarl composed on his face. He stuck a hand into the holster of his gun as he didn't want to take any chances of being pushed back or beaten, fingers blanketing the grip of the gun as he directly gazed at the vampire to see if she'll attempt to make any further aggressive movement or action.
The very voice of the man sounded cocky and overconfident, giving a hint that the man thought that he could defeat her easily, which irked the meagerly weakened vampiress. Her eyes shot open as she thought of something that she knew will give her an edge over her opponents. At this moment, she looked weakened, which made most of the soldiers along with the black hooded man feel a bit safe and neglect the fact that she's still a vampire.
Eyes glowing and glistening blue, she looked straight at the adjacent chairs that were in the area, especially the ones that were near her enemies. Those chairs started to glow bright blue and levitate, which suddenly shocked the soldiers and even the black hooded man himself. Their faces shaking and looking towards the floating stuff that levitated above the floor, eyes widened as they released an abrupt gasp at what they were witnessing.
Immediately after that, those very same chairs were telekinetically tossed towards them at a great velocity. A short 'swoosh' sound was heard as the chairs flew and slammed the soldiers, sending most of them to their knees.
They released a loud groan as they got impacted by the chairs like a bullet. Some getting hit right at the face, which sent them tumbling down the cold and unforgiving floor. Some of them grimacing as they directly got hit at the stomach and guts. Their very faces crumpled up as they felt the stinging and overwhelming pain that severely hammered them.
Their weapons flew away from their grasp and fell to the floor just like their wielders, instantly disarming them and making them a far lesser threat to the vampiress.
Quickly drawing out his left arm and extending it, the black hooded man's eyes locked into the nearby projectile that was hurling towards him, clenching his fist and tightening it as hard as he possibly can. A loud bang resonated across the area as he literally crushed the flying chair that the vampiress sent flying to him, with his bare fist.
But Mavis wasn't foolish enough to think that only one flying thing can incapacitate the black hooded man, especially after what he demonstrated when she tried to strike him. She sent three chairs flying towards the black hooded man to ensure that he'll get hit. A clearly mischievous smile can be seen on her tender face as she looked at her adversaries struggling to keep up with her abilities.
Slightly shifting his view a little bit to the left, another chair was flying straight at him, with a trajectory towards his chest. His teeth clenched as tried to quickly place his other free hand in front of himself as to stop the incoming threat. Opening his palm, his other eye twitched as he formulated a quick plan to avoid getting directly hit by the projectile.
What the black hooded man failed to notice however was, while he smashed the incoming chair that was bound to hit him, there was another one coming right at his other side at a much shorter distance than the first one. His eyes and face flinched as he noticed the error he made.
Almost as soon as he noticed his little mistake, a chair slammed right into his leg causing him to flip and slam into the ground with the side of his face hitting first. His face contorted as he released a loud groan, he felt the full stinging pain of not only his leg getting heavily battered but also his face slamming flat out unto the bitter floor.
Looking to his right, he found one of his men, still a bit stunned but luckily not severely injured. The soldier struggled as he desperately moved his free hand and traversed it towards one of the pockets in the jacket he was wearing. His fingers continuously fidgeted the pocket, fiercely trying his best to find what he was looking for. An impish smile soon established on his face once he found the object he was looking for.
Seeing how they were seemingly decimated by the attack she dished out, this was the perfect moment that she could finish them off. Not wanting to waste a single moment of her enemy's temporary weakened state, she jumped off from her current position and transformed into her bat form. Silently hovering over the floor, the slender bat figure firmly clenched her tiny fist as an angered sneer began to form on her face. With her fangs clearly showing, she emitted a loud hiss as she prepared to end them. The hiss was more than enough to further strike fear into the hearts of her adversaries, their brows furrowed and their faces contorted as the deep hissing sound whizzed and stabbed their eardrums like a knife.
Her eyes instantly spotted and locked unto the black hooded man, who at that moment was still busy indulging in the pain he has received from the smashing hit he got. She didn't care anymore; she simply thought that this was the time for her to finally finish them off. Surely, finishing them here and now would send a clear message to whoever wants to further disturb or threaten her to stay away. That's what she thought. Eyebrows scrunching up, her eyes glistened red, she then flew and lunged towards her adversaries.
"Boss!" The soldier shouted at the very top of his voice, just in time actually. His voice had a mix of desperation and excitedness. He nervously took his hand out his pocket, with some sort of dart in hand, and tossed it with all his remaining strength towards the black hooded man.
The short, silver colored dart flew past the black hooded man's face. It had an extremely sharp needle-like point at its end, the tip had a faint glowing violet-like color, as it was soaked in some sort of solution. His eyes steadily locked upon the flying dart as it flawlessly swooped and freely twirled into the open air. Hastily raising one of his hands into the air, he aimed his palm precisely at the dart as it passed by his face just with only a few inches in distance. His hand latched and accurately grabbed it with little to no effort.
But the whizzing sound of the air as the vampiress shot towards them resonated throughout his ears, which immediately prompted him to steer clear from the trajectory of the vampire. Without wasting a split second, he quickly slammed both of his hands into the floor, his palms heavily hammering the thick floor. Streaks of fissures and breaches formed up on the floor, he then used the bare weight of his hand that was firmly clamped to ground along with the built up power to lift himself up and push himself away from the direction of the vampire.
In just a tenth of a second, the vampiress came shooting past the black hooded man. She came blasting past him almost as fast a bullet. Luckily for him, that push he had made allowed him to be away from the vampiress' hammering fury, even though it was just a couple of feet away. With the dart firmly resting on his clenched hand, he locked his view towards the bat that flew past him. Squinting, it took no longer than a quarter of a second for him to perfectly adjust his aim, directly pointing it at the bat's short leg. "I have you now…"
He was rested to the ground, back slumped to the wall. While the vampiress on the other hand, still a bat, abruptly stopped as it nearly slammed to the wall. Eyes bulging out with a clearly annoyed look plastered on her face, she remained in that position for a second. She was surprised by the fact that the black hooded man was able to evade her attack so quickly, which raised a thought in her head, "Is he even human?"
But all of the sudden, she felt a slight stinging pain that was emanating from her tiny little leg as she hovered on the area, wings flapping continuously. The pain felt nothing more than a bite of an ant, it was subtle, almost easy to ignore, especially for a vampire. It simply felt like a small splinter hit her, it wasn't even enough to cause the vampiress to grimace. Though, what further drew her attention towards it was not the initial pain that she perceived, but what happened afterwards.
Transforming to her human form once again, she instantly placed a hand on her forehead as the clear feeling of dizziness and utter bewilderment descended upon her. Looking and trying to track where the faint sensation of the needle-like thing that struck her, it took no longer than a second for her to find it.
Something of what seems to be a thin, sharp pointed dart was resting on her thigh. Using her other free hand, she attempted to gently pluck it out to further investigate. Putting it in front of her face, just a few inches away from her very eyes, it seemed nothing more than just an ordinary dart. But as she directly stared at it, her view and eyesight slowly started to drift and shake.
It's like nothing she ever felt, her view of the area drifting around, along with the intense dizziness she felt. It was as if she was on a boat that was sailing towards a stormy weather, eyesight continuously shifting and curving left, then right, then left again. Because of what she was currently feeling, the dart that was firmly resting on her fingertips slowly escaped her grasp and tumbled to the floor.
"Anti-vampire darts, best… invention… ever." Standing up with an amused smile sticking up his face, he proudly stood up straight as he raised a chin. Patting and gently wiping the sleeves on his arm, which managed to release quite a few packs of dust, he motioned closer towards the vampiress. His eyes gleamed towards his other comrades, who at that time were still down on the ground. As much as they could, the soldiers tried to pick themselves up and get back on their feet to join the black hooded man.
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Glancing a little towards the other side of the area, with his eyes still positioned and locked at the scope of his weapon, he saw another potential target. "A werewolf… and a vampire," Those thoughts, managed to slip out from his mind and escape through his mouth in nothing but a mere whisper.
Seeing as his targets won't seem to suddenly steer away from the area, he tried to go for the radio device. Silently averting his eyes from the scope, he slowly removed his hand from the trigger and grabbed the radio device that was firmly placed on his hip. "This is X-Ray Two One. I have unknown hostiles in my sector, requesting backup…"
Taking another glance at his sniper rifle's scope, he let out a sigh of relief upon the fact that his targets didn't seem to have moved a muscle. He gently placed a finger back to the trigger and once again steadied his aim towards the vampire.
His finger was itching, he just couldn't make up his mind on what step he'd take next. Either he'd attempt to shoot one of them to get it over with, or wait for his allies to arrive as to stand a better chance. Fingers flinching as he tried to aim the weapon just right at vampire's head, he let out a few quick yet deep breaths.
"Come on, let's go back. I'm sure everyone's worried about you," The female werewolf's voice was soothing and quite convincing. Regardless of how many times Dennis thought about it, she was right, they should really go back.
A tender smile formed on Dennis' face as he took a few steps closer towards the werewolf. "Okay…" There was still a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
"This is X-Ray Two One. The targets are leaving, do you copy? Over." The sniper impatiently huffed on the radio as he watched Dennis slowly walking away from the area. What he failed to control was the tone of his voice, his face burrowed upon realizing his foolish blunder.
A split second change in the environment immediately made Dennis come to a complete halt. He squinted as something unfamiliar passed through his ears, a bizarre, deepened voice that was just nearby. Peering across the area where he thought the sound came from, a strange looking figure that was resting just up the hill further bewildered him. He could perfectly see the scope of the rifle as it glistened under the moon.
As soon as he spotted the sniper, a nearly silent whistle in the air echoed across the area as the suppressed sniper rifle fired. Acting with pure instinct, Dennis immediately zoomed out of the bullet's trajectory. He gasped as he narrowly evaded the projectile. Had he not been fast enough, he surely would've been hit.
Out in the dark skies of the night flew another bat, zigzagging across acres of trees as he desperately tried to find his grandson, Dennis. "Where could he be…" But the very same shot that was fired echoed across the forest, it was almost silent yet he perfectly heard it with his heightened senses.
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Whiteness. Nothing but whiteness could be seen enveloping the area. Pure whiteness and nothing else.
A loud groan was soon heard, it broke the seemingly eternal silence that was resting upon the area. That sound seemed like the only thing in the endless space accompanying the sheer, limitless whiteness.
Wearily picking himself up, the red-haired man struggled to get back up on his feet. He bent himself in a crouched position as he prepared to fully stand up and straighten himself. After crouching, the red-haired man attempted to get a short glance at the area, the white floor he was resting unto was already weird enough for him.
He squinted as he leveled his head in order to get a quick view of the place, what he saw next made him gasp from either the extreme bizarreness that overwhelmed his mind upon taking a glance or simply from the shock.
"What… the heck… is this place?" Taking a few moments to blink to make sure that this wasn't any sort of dream or just some wild imagination. Gulping, he then took the courage to fully stand up. Once that was done he took another look at the vast area, trying to analyze it and spot anything other than whiteness. There seems to be no limit to the broad landscape.
Legs slightly shivering, with his head slowly positioning upwards, he looked towards the upper part of the area. Still nothing but whiteness, not even a sight of cloud or at least any kind of object. Nervously taking a step forward, with his arms closely around him, he looked forward into the seemingly endless abyss.
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"Dennis!" Winnie screamed with all her voice as her face fell in fear of what might've happened to Dennis. But in an instant, the vampire came zooming towards her, hurriedly grabbing her and zooming himself along with her to an area littered with trees, bushes, and other things that hid them.
Not a single word was uttered by the terror-stricken vampire, heavy breaths along with panting was all that could be heard from him. Indeed, he has never been this frightened before. Eyes widening as the clamor of his unsteady breathing intensifies. It's not like he was exhausted from the short distance he zoomed to, it was nothing, but it was because of the fear he experienced from that little encounter. One minute he was in the forest, then the next thing, he finds himself being a shootout target.
But their ordeal had just begun. Out in the blanket of the trees from that open area where Dennis had been, three other men stormed in. "X-Ray 2-1, do you copy? What's your status?" Those men seemed to be walking in a close formation, one of them carrying a shotgun, the other two carrying assault rifles.
"About time you got here…" Quickly standing up from his position, he hurriedly grabbed his sniper rifle and made sure that his sidearm was firmly intact. He slid down from the small hill he was positioned unto and went towards the other men in order to link up and begin finding their targets.
"Command, do you copy?" Temporarily letting go of his weapon and allowing it freely glide around as it was strapped to his neck. His other comrades glanced around the area and around his sides while firmly aiming their weapons all around, trying to spot any potential threat.
With their other ally just arriving, heavily breathing from running and dragging around his high-caliber weapon, they felt a mixture of relief and confusion as their targets seemed to have suddenly disappeared.
"This is command, what is it?" The radio device steadily vibrated as they finally received a message. Firmly holding it out with one hand, the soldier gave it to their ally who has just arrived.
"I wanna speak to Sir Van Helsing, it's important!" Straightening himself up as his breathing further steadied and his tiredness quickly diminished.
"Negative, he is unavailable at this moment. He had some… pressing matters to attend to, but he left me in-charge. What is it?" The calmed voice in the radio quickly demanded to know which made the other soldiers just sigh as their main boss isn't there to guide them.
Rolling his eyes, his grasp over the radio tightened as the agitation started overwhelming him. "I've spotted something… looks like a kid," his mouth wrinkling up like his voice did as he prepared to say more. "But… it's a… vampire." Almost choking towards the end of his sentence.
"A vampire… kid. If what you say is true… then be very cautious," Those words that came from the radio made the soldiers raise an eyebrow as confusion flooded them. "It could very well be the grandson of… Dracula."
Some of the soldiers gulped, some seemingly remained frozen, but they all shivered nonetheless as they felt a cold sensation pierce through their spines upon hearing that name. "There!" One of the soldiers quickly shouted and alerted the others as he spotted something moving towards the trees. With his assault rifle in hand, he quickly let loose a short barrage of shots towards the place where he saw those mysterious movements.
All of those shots whizzed through and pierced trees and bushes, leaving numerous gaping holes on the unfortunate things that it struck. The loud firing sound of the rifle alone made the vampire and werewolf shudder and shiver out of intense fear along with the shock upon hearing it. All of the other shots that passed by further terrorized them and struck fear unto their hearts.
Despite the initial fear that she felt, there must be something that can be done against those soldiers. Angrily growling, the werewolf hastily ran out of their tiny hiding spot and courageously confronted the soldiers. "No! Winnie!" Dennis helplessly shouted as he watched the werewolf literally leap out from their position.
"Leave us alone!" Winnie bravely commanded as she stood in all-fours and let loosed a loud growl that made most, if not all, of the soldiers cringe in fear and forced them to take a step back. Without warning, she shot out, sprinting towards the slightly disoriented soldiers in order to try and scare them away. She was brave, little to no fear was with her as she attempted to assault them, but her decision wasn't exactly the brightest.
As all the other soldiers took a huge leap backward, one of them didn't and in fact did the exact opposite. Taking a step forward with one foot, he fastened his position as he aimed the secondary barrel of the rifle that was on hand towards the attacking werewolf. "Let's see you dodge this…" Whispering as he squinted one of his eyes shortly before pulling the trigger.
In an instant, a circular grenade swiftly ejected out of the secondary barrel of the rifle and unto the werewolf's direction. A grin formed on her face as she knew that this would be easy to evade, she instantly knew what direction she would take in order to easily dodge this projectile. But half-way there, still in mid-air, the odd-looking grenade detonated.
Instead of acting like a normal grenade, which would explode and release hundreds of shrapnel around the air, a web-shaped net ejected out of it and immediately spread out. Eyes broadening as she was forced to watch the web-like net quickly cross her path and come into contact, before she knew it, she was down.
"Easy… Too easy…" A wide-grin formed up on the soldier's face as he watched the net tangle the werewolf. The rest of the soldiers simply shook their head as they too smiled upon their seemingly victorious state.
"Now, where's that vampire..." One of them said almost aloud, which was easily picked up by the vampire that was now desperately trying to hide himself in the trees. He took a peek and what he saw shocked him. There laid his friend, Winnie, tangled in a net while those soldiers prepare to indulge in their victory against her. Taking a huge breath and gulping, he prepared to do something which might be a bit risky and audacious, yet worth it.
But before he could take any form of action, he heard a loud swooshing sound and a short group of yelping that came from none other than those soldiers that were hunting him. Taking a second glance, he saw those very same soldiers lying down at the dirt, it seems they've been telekinetically slammed and hammered to the ground.
"Stay away from my grandson!"
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The sound of a flat lined ECG machine kept beeping and resonating around the operating room. Sluggishly shaking his head as he lied on the cold and unwelcoming floor, loudly groaning a few times as the pain of the punches that the vampiress left him was still quite fresh. With both hands, he tried to stand up, albeit at a slow rate. What he saw after he stood up managed to put a weary grin on his mouth, which was missing a couple of pieces of teeth after that hammering he received.
There, in front of him, just a few feet on a hospital stretcher, laid down a seemingly dead Johnny. The ECG monitor still continuously showing a flat line on the screen along with its unending beeps.
"Dead, eh?" Pulling his sidearm revolver, he checked its cylinder to make sure that it was full of bullets. After that was done, he motioned in closer to the red-haired man. "Let's make sure you really are dead…" Pointing the revolver just at the center of the red-haired man's forehead, he excitedly placed a finger on the trigger.
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"Argh!" A severe headache struck and descended upon the red-haired man as he attempted to explore the wide area filled with nothingness. Falling to the ground, his face wrinkled up as a result.
Still down on the ground, the headache was starting wear off, at a slow rate however. "What is this place?!" he shouted at the top of his voice. As if on cue, he got struck by another round of severe pain in the head, which made him grimace and shut his eyes tightly.
After a few seconds, the pain subsided, he sighed in relief as he slowly opened his eyes once again. But to his shock, the seemingly endless white terrain on the area disappeared and was replaced by a green and grassy landscape.
Looking up, what he saw further drove him into a state of intense bewilderment. The empty void of nothingness was instantly replaced by a mountainous scenery filled with trees.
He then started to walk, not entirely sure of his direction, but he still continued to walk nonetheless. As he walked towards a thick forest, thoughts on how he got there still kept lingering on his mind. "How did I get here?" he asked himself as he paced around the area.
All of the sudden, a thought hit him, an annoying memory that kept bothering him at random times. It would usually come as a dream or just plainly hit him while he is idling around. "You're weak" A voice very similar to his came whispering through his eardrums as he recalled that one moment back at the hotel.
He remembered that moment, that very close moment on Dennis' 5th birthday. When they've finally beaten and driven out those horrifying bat creatures from the area, just when they were indulging in their victory, little did he know that out in the shadows was Bella.
At that night, if it weren't for Vlad, the heinous creature would've ended him. It would've only taken one stake to finish him. He was again reminded of how fragile he was. Of how easily he could be killed or severely injured because of what he is. "You're weak" That same voice echoed throughout his mind once again, which started to fill him with anger.
"No, I'm not!" he viciously shouted as he used all of the raw strength he built up on his fist to punch a nearby slab of rock.
"Yes you are. And you know it." Again, the very same voice and tone spoke to him. It was menacing. And it seemed to be challenging him.
"Stop it!" the red-haired man once again shouted as he began repeatedly slamming his fist to the rocky wall. "I'm… not… weak!" he said in between the aggressive blows.
"Admit it, you're just a liability. Your family protects you, but you can't and never will be able to do the same to them." That voice seemed closer than it was previously, as if it's whispering straight to him. Those words intensified his angered feeling and further spurred his rage.
"That's it, just a little more." That voice once again echoed, but this time, Johnny didn't quite pick it up because of his ensuing ire.
Needless to say, Johnny continued his rage. Not giving any care whatsoever to what his actions were doing.
Shutting his eyes tightly, he continued slamming his clenched fist to the tough, rocky surface.
"Use all of your anger."
In his ensuing anger, he failed to realize what was happening to his surroundings. Everything around him, even the large rock he was hitting, slowly started to fade into nothing but whiteness. Before he could properly sense it, what he was punching was now nothing, disappeared into thin air.
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Harshly placing a trembling finger at the revolver's hammer, his teeth clenched as a smile formed up on his scar-filled face. A quick clicking sound echoed throughout the room as the man cocked the pistol, his finger that was located on the gun's trigger flinched as he prepared to finish off the seemingly defenseless Johnny.
It all looked too easy, a simple pull of the trigger and the red-haired man would be finished. A malevolent snarl soon replaced his smile as he steadied his aim at the red-haired man's forehead.
But in a split second, something distracted him, something in that room prevented him from pulling the trigger. Just in time, the flat-lined ECG monitor's steady beeping spiked. Turning his head, he loudly gasped as the flat line on the ECG monitor instantly rose up in a continuously unstable pace.
The heart of the seemingly dead man that lay down on the stretcher had started beating again, in a quite harshly manner. It's as if something instantly jump-started it. His hands trembled, his entire body flinched, as if a large electric shock flowed through every bit of his being.
Wearily opening an eye, what he saw unconsciously made him let out a weak gasp. A man, or a soldier to be more precise, pointing a pistol that was just inches away from his forehead. He was going to open his mouth, no doubt to utter something, but he was stopped dead in his tracks. His body once again lightly shook as his eyes shut tight. As that happened, his teeth aggressively clenched.
As the soldier kept a steady glance at the ECG monitor, he failed to keep an eye on the person he was directly aiming his weapon at. He was bewildered, one minute the person seemed to be dead, flat-lined. Then now, based on what is shown at the monitor, the red-haired man's heart is wildly beating with no certain rhythm.
An excruciating pain instantly struck the soldier. He tried to scream in pain, but the very sensation he was feeling seemed to have instantly drained his energy, further preventing him from calling any help from his allies. Something had grabbed his hand, more specifically the hand where the revolver was resting unto. He felt as if the very bones of his hand was being crushed and turned into nothing but bits. Feeling from that area had also been lost, no matter how much he desperately tried to pull the trigger, it just won't. Slowly and painfully averting his view from the monitor and unto where the pain was coming from, what he saw next further made him grimace.
The red-haired man that was just motionlessly resting on the stretcher now had a hand latching onto the soldier's hand, using every bit of his enhanced strength to flatten and break it. The eyes of the red-haired man slowly and swiftly opened, instead of revealing a normal person's eye, a dark and seemingly endless void met eye-to-eye with the soldier's sight. The red-haired man's eyes was nothing but pitch black, with a noticeable, more darker area around where the pupil would normally be.
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"We got it, boss. What now?" A soldier asked as he took a short glance at the black hooded man. All of the soldiers had properly stood up and were now simply staring at the weakened vampiress that unsteadily stood before them.
Using a free hand, he traversed it throughout the soft fabric of the black hoodie he was wearing and unto the holster where a pistol was firmly resting at. Gently grabbing it, he immediately motioned closer to the vampiress. "You vampires think you're so powerful, but you really aren't." he bluntly pointed out as he held the pistol with one hand, firmly aiming it at the vampiress' head.
All of the other soldiers smiled and stood proud at their apparent victory over the vampire. The vampiress was plainly standing there, weakened. She didn't know what exactly was going on, she was too lost in the dazed feeling that was overwhelming her. It was clear to her, that they indeed had some sort of weapon, a weapon that seems to weaken vampires and was specifically designed just for that very cause. She tried to transform into a bat, nothing. Tried using her telekinesis, nothing. All her efforts went to no avail.
Suddenly however, a loud gunshot was heard coming from the operating room. All of their attention instantly got averted to that, they took a short glance at each other with uncertainty and confusion. They then heard a couple of groans that emanated from the room, as if someone was struggling. A couple of seconds after that, the doors of the operating room, the very same room where Johnny was, flung open. Flying out of it was, a soldier who seems to have been thrown out with extreme force.
The thrown soldier landed and slid across the smooth floor and stopped just a few little inches from the black hooded man's group.
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The full moon shone brightly high above Hotel Transylvania. Everything seemed very quiet, especially since Dracula and his friends left to look for Dennis. Nothing but the constant rustle of the trees could be heard, even the haunted graveyard stood silent. It was a fortress, standing mightily across the dense forest, no one in their right mind would dare intrude it.
Creeping out of the forest and silently sneaking around, a man finally found himself in front of the large castle. Sighing in relief as all of those hours spent traversing throughout the thick forest finally bore fruit. "Target... in sight…"
Two other men stormed in and went beside him. One of them took a few steps closer, out of the reach of forest and finally stepping at that bridge that seemed the only way towards the hotel by foot. "Alright boys, X-Ray team has got them distracted. We do this quick. We do this precisely."
The other one behind took out a rather big bazooka-like weapon that was hanging from his back. He then sprinted towards his comrade that was in front, in the open.
"Hurry up! Our window is limited." Profusely waving his hand in a nervous manner, the man took out a folded paper out of his pocket as he slowly crouched on the ground. His lips scrunched up as he unfolded and plainly laid the paper at the ground.
The other man, firmly holding a scoped assault rifle with both hands, glanced around the area. "I'll keep an eye out here." To which his other comrades acknowledged with a firm nod.
Once they were both in position, they both looked at the paper as they both firmly crouched themselves. An almost precise graphical representation of the outer features of the hotel is drawn by pencil on the piece of paper, in three spots of the drawing, red circles were outlined along with scrawling letters "Designated hit points" Both of the men nodded as they looked away from the paper and unto the large castle that was in front of them.
Taking another short peek at the paper, the man with the bazooka-like weapon stood up and held his weapon steady. Looking at its scope, he squinted in order to further ensure accuracy.
Abruptly pressing the trigger, the weapon fired, albeit almost silently. Nothing but a small whistling sound was heard. Out of its barrel came out a roundish piece of metal that resembled a mine, it had four short yet sharp metal claws on the sides. It launched and accurately flew towards where it was aimed. Hitting and firmly latching itself onto one of the towers that surrounded the hotel.
After that was done, he reloaded the weapon, with the assistance of his comrade, making the process faster. Two other shots were soon fired. One of those shots hit the roof of the hotel and the other one hitting and attaching to the wall where the revolving door was directly below.
The other soldier, who seemed to have drifted off his task of guarding the area and was now rather admiring the scenery instantly mentally slapped himself as he refocused himself to his task. "Job's done, time to bug out." One of his comrades said aloud, hastily putting the piece of paper back to his pocket, not even bothering on folding it back as they were in quite a hurry.
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Meanwhile, in the sewers of Paris, only a few men stood by their little outpost. Besides the stench, nothing else seemed out of place. That is until, one of the secret tunnels in the area vibrated and crept open.
The few soldiers that were left there immediately averted their attention to the opening tunnel, their minds filled with confusion as they didn't expect someone to arrive.
Once the tunnel was fully opened, one man emerged. He emerged swiftly, tipping his cowboy hat as he entered the area unopposed.
The soldier that was closest to the tunnel immediately came over to the man, face full of confusion with a hint of nervousness. "S-Sir Van Helsing, this is quite a surprise. We weren't-" A simple gesture of waving his hand instantly made the soldier shut up.
"Where is your commanding officer? I want to speak to him immediately." Van Helsing spoke, every word filled with utter coldness and seemingly no emotion.
"Sir, he and a group of soldiers had left. They've found the vampire."
Nothing else was asked after. Van Helsing motioned past the soldier and onto the nearby desk, where he grabbed a radio device as he took a seat. "Report?"
The soldier that he contacted slightly gasp because of the tone of Van Helsing's voice, it was demanding and also cold as ice. Taking a little gulp, he finally answered. "Sir, we've shot and planted three remote-controlled explosive charges on key points of that hotel. They are activated and are at your disposal."
"Good. We will need those when we finally mount our assault on that blasted hotel."
Laying the radio device on the desk, he swiftly took something out of his pocket and firmly placed it flat-out unto the desk. It was a picture of Hotel Transylvania, no doubt taken by one of his spies.
Grabbing one of his knives, he held it in a tight grasp with one hand. He then stabbed it at the picture as hard as he could. He then lifted himself out from the seat and began to slowly walk away from the desk.
"Hotel Transylvania will fall…"
That's it for now. If you enjoyed reading it then feel free to leave a review :) I'll try to get started working on the next chapter, but I can't promise that it'll be released anytime soon. Thanks for reading!
Also, when I get some time, I'll be editing chapters 1-5 and re-publishing it as I wanted to fix some errors it had and also add more detail to it.