"Good," said the man behind the table, "So, we finally have the vampire, yes?"

Carter nodded, "Yes sir."

"So we can make the weapon?" he said impatiently.

Carter shifted uncomfortably, "Sir, according to the texts we retrieved from Moscow, the vampire must first forfeit her honor."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean? How do you forfeit your honor?" asked the man behind the table.

"Like, to put it in simple terms, we must make them do something that they would find...unsavory." said Carter.

"Hmmmm," The man behind the table thought, "The girl just lost her father, didn't she? Make her renounce her family."

Carter nodded fervently, "A most intelligient plan, sir."


Mavis groaned. She opened her eyes. Then she looked around. The last thing she remembered was getting sucked into a mech by a giant purple laser.

Why was she alive? Didn't the feds want to kill her?

Mavis was in a square cement room with a one-way window on the other side. She was sitting on a cot. Mavis tried to get up, but immediately regretted it. Dizziness and vertigo quickly forced her to sit back down.

The door opened, and two guards entered. The grabbed Mavis's arms and forced her to stand, causing her to feel as if she was about to throw up, and made her walk out of the room.

Mavis felt as if she was already going to die of dizziness. Her eyes were unfocused. She made out a hallway, made out of cement, with multiple cells lining the walls. She couldn't concentrate enough to figure out anything else.

Mavis was brought into a larger square room, where she was forced to sit down at a chair. In front of her, she saw a man, dressed formally, looking at her.

"Miss Dracula, how are you feeling?"

The only thing she could respond with was, "ugh...uh…"

"I take it that you are well then." said the man, "Miss Dracula, we require some information from you."

Mavis could barely concentrate.

"We need you to say you hate your father, mother, and your husband."

Mavis barely heard the man, "Uuuh...what?"

The man impatiently waved his hands, and a soldier injected Mavis with something. Instantly, half the dizziness went away.

"I repeat," said the man, "We require you to say that you hate your father, mother, and husband."

Mavis growled at him, "You think I'm just going to comply so easily?" she asked, "I would rather go through hell and back than say that." with that, she spat at the man.

The man sighed, "A woman of spirit, I must credit you with that. But unfortunately, I'm not as kind as I look."

He signalled to one of his soldiers, who took out a baton and hit Mavis in the gut with it, hard. Mavis had the wind knocked out of her.

The man looked at Mavis, "Just say it," he said, "say it, and nobody has to get hurt."

Mavis growled at him, "Never."


Johnny woke up in a cave. He knew it was a cave because it was cold, the walls were uneven, and the ceiling was made out of stone.

Why was he in a cave? Johnny didn't know.

Standing right next to him, watching him, was George.

Johnny stared at him in wonder, "George, what're you doing-"

"Shhh." George hushed Johnny, "There is much you must be curious about right now. I will explain."

Johnny listened, for the next thirty minutes, to George's story. How he had quit his job at the Pentagon without warning after he learned of a group of people who supported Johnny and Mavis in an extremist way. He had gathered as many of those insurgents as he could get his hands on, and then waited, watching the news for anything about the two of them. After he learned of the operation at Castle Lubov, he knew that Johnny and Mavis would go there, so he and his insurgents all flew a stolen private jet to a city not far from Lubov. They had set up camp in the woods, and heard the fighting. As they ran to see what was going on, Johnny had apparently fallen out of the sky and, quite luckily, fell into the mud near a pond. George had ordered the insurgents to bring Johnny back and to not attack.

Johnny rubbed his forehead, "so you're telling me that there are still people out there who support us? Where are they?"

George smiled, "They're in the other cave. Come, I must introduce you to them."

George led Johnny down a cave that branched off from his cave, and after a few seconds in torch-lit lighting, he came into a much larger cave. This one had cushions and a carpet spread out underneath. People wearing various camouflage jackets were sitting down. All of them had guns. There were probably thirty people in the room, give or take.

As soon as Johnny came into the room, the room grew silent. Then, George said, "My friends, meet Johnny, Mavis's husband."

Immediately the insurgents all rushed forward, eagerly wanting to shake Johnny's hand, asking of his adventures.

"Is it true you blew up an entire military laboratory in Colorado?" asked one gruff looking man.

"Yeah." said Johnny, not wanting to go to deep on that one since it was the place Dracula died.

The insurgents laughed, "You got a lot of nerve for a man so young." said another man.

Eventually, the crowd thinned out, and Johnny began to get into formal introductions. George was the leader of the insurgents, and the second-in-command, Gerschiv, was an Austrian insurgent who used to work as a janitor.

"I might not be the best educated person in the world, but if you need someone to shoot the hair off an ant from five miles away, you call me." said Gerschiv, shaking Johnny's hand.

Then there was Fletcher, an American McDonalds worker who joined George after he told him of his plans over a McDonald's big mac. He was skinny, but knew how to cook very well.

There was also Erasmus, a Philosophy major drop-out from Harvard University.

"This kid's a bookworm, I wouldn't trust him around a gun." said Gerschiv, poking at Erasmus's AK-47, which was propped out underneath him.

George told Johnny that they were safe in the mountains, about thirty miles north of where they found him. It was only after George brought him to his room when he noticed something. The bed was...small. Why did it look small? Then it dawned on him.

"Mavis! We have to get Mavis!" Johnny yelled.

George stopped him, "You are both weak and tired, attempting a rescue mission right now would be suicidal."

Johnny growled, "What does it matter? The government will kill her at any moment. We need to leave now!"

George put his hands on Johnny's shoulders, "Stop. First off, Mavis is not going to die any time soon. She has to first forfeit her honor. Second off, you need more sleep."

Johnny cocked his head to one side, "What do you mean, 'forfeit her honor'."

George sighed, "She would have to do something that is, to her, extremely dishonorable. Something that would cause her shame for the rest of her life."

"Well that doesn't help!" yelled Johnny, "They're probably torturing her, starving her."

"Mavis is strong, she won't give in so easily. You need time to rest and heal. Tomorrow, we will consider a rescue attempt." thundered George.

Johnny glared at George, "Fine, but tomorrow, we better get some progress done with saving Mavis."

George smiled, "I can see why Mavis fell for you, you truly do love her."

With that, George left the cave room.


Mavis groaned, she didn't know how much more pain she could take.

"Just say it." said the man, "say it, and all this pain, all of it, will just be gone."

"Ne-Never." groaned Mavis, then screamed again as the guard slowly cut her back.

The man growled, "You frustrate me Mavis, I'll give you that." he said, "no matter, we will resume our, ah, interview tomorrow."

The guard injected her with the dizziness drug again, and led her out of the room.

With that, Mavis was thrown back into her cell. That night, she could only sleep face-down, since her back had so many cuts on it that sitting on her back would cause pain.

As Mavis lay there, she could only think of one thing, whether or not Johnny was alive, and if he was, whether or not he was planning on raiding this place, wherever it was.


The next day, there was much debate and argument in the cave where Johnny was sheltered.

"The Himalayan Mountains?" roared Gerschiv, "Impossible, our men aren't equipped for that environment."

"I say, why not?" yelled another man from across the room, "Any moment now, the feds are gonna get their hands on their secret weapon. How many lives will be lost then?"

"If we go there now, we risk destroying everything we worked to build!" yelled James, a british insurgent.

George silenced everyone, "My friends, we are not only raiding the facility for weapons and money, we're raiding it mainly because Mavis Dracula is being held there."

There was silence.

"Then what are we waiting for?" asked James, "That changes everything!"

"Aye, lets go bash some bucketheads!" yelled Gerschiv.

Even Fletcher put down his book, "I say we go." he said.

"All in favor of raiding the facility in the Himalayas, rescuing Mavis, and whipping some sorry ass say aye!"

"Aye!" roared the entire room.

"Alright, so we'll be able to make it to the Himalayan s by tomorrow afternoon," said George, "My intel suggests that there will be around sixty guards. Although this is more than how many men we have, we do have the element of surprise."

Johnny stepped forward, he had already agreed with George for this. "Me and Gerschiv will be leading the attack on two fronts. Gerschiv will initiate the attack, taking out the exterior guards. Then I will lead a group of twenty men into the facility and rescue Mavis, while Gerschiv and the rest of our men will lead a raid on the weapons storage, and grab whatever crap you can find. Teams will be assigned en route."

There was mumbling and side talk, but the crowd dispersed, grabbing weapons and ammunition. George tossed Johnny an assault shotgun. Johnny grinned, "Sick dude."

The entire insurgent force boarded the private jet that was stationed out the back of the mountain. George went to the controls.

Alright boys, lets move out. Said George through the intercom.

A few minutes into the flight, Gerschiv and Johnny began picking their team members. Johnny had Fletcher and George, along with 18 other insurgents on his team, while Gerschiv had everyone else.

Johnny saw that most of the men looked nervous. They were fidgeting with their guns, as if unsure of what to do.

Johnny turned to Gerschiv, "These guys have seen battle, right?"

Gerschiv replied in a low tone, "Alot of them haven't, I don't think anyone in your team has seen battle apart from George and Yoshi." he said. Yoshi was a japanese insurgent, who waved when Gerschiv pointed to him.

Johnny sighed, "Great."

As the private jet flew over the border of France, Johnny began to tense up. Perhaps it was the fact that he was rescuing Mavis, or perhaps it was the fact that this was the first battle he was going in without her, but Johnny felt scared, for the first time in a long time.


The door to Mavis's cell opened at 1:00 am in the morning. A guard dumped cold water over her head and forced her up, then beat her with a baton on the gut, then forced her out of the cell.

Mavis was marched over to the interrogation room again, and forced to sit. The same man as before was sitting there smiling.

"So, Miss Dracula, will you say it?"

Mavis spat at him, "Pain won't make me say crap, you piece of shit."

The man smiled, "Then perhaps we can convince you through this…"

He waved his hands, and suddenly the one-way glass on the other side of the wall became transparent. And on the other side, was… "Dad?" asked Mavis.

It was Dracula, hanging upside down on chains, with all sorts of tubes dribbling acid down his body. It was just like the dream with Johnny.

Dracula screamed, "Mavis…" he gasped, "Mavis...please…" he screamed again as more acid came into contact with his skin.

Mavis cried, trying to break the bonds that held her on the chair, but couldn't. Something was preventing her vampire strength from coming back.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?" she screamed at the man, "WHY?"

The man simply looked at her, smiling, "I want you to say it." he said icily.

"I...I…" Mavis looked at her father, being tortured on the other end of the glass, "HE'S DEAD, HE'S DEAD AND YOU CAN'T CHANGE THAT. THIS ISN'T REAL." she screamed.

"Is it real, now?" asked the man, "Perhaps, you would like me to show you your beloved husband, Johnny?"

He waved his hand, and the glass turned back to one-way glass. He pushed another button on the control panel in the corner, and the glass opened up again, showing the exact same scene, except it was Johnny instead of Dracula.

Mavis's screamed, trying to get out of the chains, it couldn't be real. They couldn't have gotten Johnny.

"You don't have him!" she yelled at the man, "You can't!"

The man smiled, "Who said we don't have him? You don't know what happened after we captured you, do you?"

Mavis sobbed and rocked back and forth on the chair. Her eyes were transfixed on Johnny. It was something she hated looking at, but somehow had to.

"This isn't real, this isn't real….this isn't real…" she said to herself. Then Johnny screamed again, begging Mavis to end it…