Back at the pub, we see the waitress arguing with the owner and customers about their decision to let the two boys go out in the dark while their warnings to them.

"Are all of you guys insane?! You can't just send them off outside at a time like this! They're just young kids!" shouted Ramona.

"Should we let the world like those two know what we do for our business?" asked Jonas, the young customer with a green sweater and a Hugh Jackman-like hairstyle in a mad tone.

"But it's murder, Jonas! We can't do this for the rest of our lives, you know!" shouted the darts player.

"Well, murder it is, then. Let God protect them in His hands now," Jonas replied.

"Besides, if we stop, who knows what will happen if we all stop with this job," one of the pools player replied.

"Fine, your choices, then," said the darts player.

We cut to a wall where we see some newspaper articles from a bartender's post, with headlines saying like "Human or monster?", "Man suspects foul play by mysterious figure", and "Wife claims that his husband went crazy!" and photos of those events happening.

We cut back outside where a moon has risen on a dark day like this, where Lincoln and Clyde where still walking on the road.

"What do you think was wrong about what I said or what we saw?" asked Clyde.

"I have no idea. Maybe that cross was for something supernatural or some other tool for avoiding evil. Would you agree?" Lincoln replied.

"Either they're crazy or right, because otherwise maybe they didn't want to talk about it, because it'll end them up in a nuthouse and make them look like silly fools or worse."

"Yeah, they were probably ashamed or offended," said Lincoln before laughing along with Clyde.

As they walk off the road and go into the grass, it started to rain, which Lincoln and Clyde had put up their hoods to keep themselves dry.

"Oh, great, rain. Just what we needed," Clyde said sarcastically.

"Relax, Clyde, let's just be glad it's not raining hard. I hope that in London there won't be too much rain happening," Lincoln said in a positive tone.

"I hope you're right. By the way, why are we walking this way?"

"Maybe it could be a shortcut to where our motel would be, because I checked my phone to see if there's a shortcut from here to the motel to prevent walking too far."

"Good enough."

We cut back to the pub, where we still see the people are still in the pub dry and warm while hearing the rain.

"Maybe they'll be safe in the rain," said Ramona.

"They're just unexpected kids who came here without a reason for coming here," said Jonas.

"Well, we have to do something, you know! We can't just let them get attacked or something! What are we, a bunch of cowards?!"

"We have no choice, Ramona! We're all taking a risk right now. And if we let those kids find out, we'll all become laughing stocks!" her boss explained.

Then, they hear bats flying around and hissing ready to do their evil objectives.

"Guys, listen. Do you hear that? We have to go out there and help them!" said Ramona in worriment.

"I don't hear anything," said a pool player with a trucker hat and shades.

Then, the hissing and flying continued.

"Nor do I," said the boss as she walked off.

Then we cut back to Lincoln and Clyde who have now heard the hissing and flying.

"Do you hear something?" Clyde asked.

"Yeah, me too. It doesn't sound good," Lincoln replied.

"What do you think is it?"

"Could be anything."

"Like what, though?"

"Birds. Snakes."

"Maybe they could be."

Then, Clyde looked up at the sky, and saw what looked like bats.

"Those aren't birds, and they weren't snakes," Clyde said in shock.

"Then, what is it?" Lincoln asked.

"Bats!"

"Oh. Well this IS Transylvania, home of Dracula, you know, but don't worry, vampires are just myths in literature and entertainment."

Then, they heard howls, which is what like wolves and coyotes would make.

"What is it now? First, it was bats, now wolves?" Clyde said in fear.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot that Transylvania is also home to the Wolfman," Lincoln just realized.

"What kind of animal hisses and flies and then howls?"

"Dracula does. I heard that he could not only become a bat, but also become a wolf. Which means that..."

"Wait a minute," Clyde interrupted as he realizes it was dark at a time like this.

"Beware the dark. And have some light with you," they said together.

"Whoops. Now we know what that guy meant by that," said Lincoln.

Then they heard the howling closer as it was almost near them.

"I think we should go back to The Bloody Stake," Lincoln said.

"Agree," Clyde replied.

They both ran to go back to the pub, but they were lost and had forgot which way where they had left the pub from here to the grass.

"Hey, wait a minute, Clyde. I think we're lost," Lincoln realized.

Then, the howling kept getting louder and louder.

"Aw, shit, Lincoln. What do you think it is that could be coming for us?" Clyde asked.

"I don't know and don't want to find out. Let's keep walking," Lincoln replied.

"Walking to where?"

"I don't know. Just anywhere. Just keep walking and don't look back."

They both walked to avoid what was coming for them, but then they realized that it had now got closer to them.

"They're moving," Lincoln said.

"And they're circling us," Clyde responded.

Then the mysterious creatures growled at Lincoln and Clyde, scaring them.

"Aw, fuck," Clyde said.

"What do we do now?" Lincoln asked with fear.

"Just keep walking and don't look back like you said earlier."

Then, they walked away from them, but Lincoln had found something.

"Hey, Clyde, what's that?" Lincoln asked, pointing at the figure.

"Let's find out before they find us," Clyde said in paranoia.

Then, they walked to see a dead man lying there who had bite and scratch marks everywhere, an arm missing, and blood and guts coming out of him.

"Holy shit, who the hell is that?!" Clyde asked in shock.

"Let's find out," Lincoln said.

He reached the guy's pants pocket and took out his wallet to open it and see his ID.

"Alright, his name is Brian Stanley. Age is 35 years old and is from Romania," Lincoln explained.

"Wait a minute, isn't that the guy that my dad called who was supposed to meet us and take us Romania to stay with him for two weeks?" Clyde wondered.

"Yeah, it is him. I wondered what happened to him."

"Animal attack, maybe. That's my guess."

Lincoln then took his wallet and put it in his jacket pocket and took and picture of his dead body.

"What the hell are you doing, Lincoln?" Clyde asked.

"Maybe we show this to the police and tell them what happened for help when we get to Romania," Lincoln explained.

"That's a good idea, Lincoln."

Then they kept on running to find the pub, but then realized that there were about two wolves in front them growling at them.

"Oh, shit. What are they?" Clyde asked in a scared voice.

"Probably just wolves loose from the zoo or something. Come on, turn slowly," Lincoln explained in a frightened voice.

"Nice wolves. Good boys," Clyde said as he did what Lincoln had told him.

"Come on, Clyde, walk away and don't look back."

"Walking away and not looking back. Yes, here we are doing that right now."

They walked as fast as they can away from the wolves.

"Do you think they're gone?" Lincoln said scared.

"I hope so," Clyde said also scared.

The howls grew more and more louder as they heard them.

"Sounds far away," Lincoln said.

"But not far enough. Come on," Clyde replied.

"But Clyde..."

"What?"

"Where are we going now?"

"I don't know. I'll tell you when we get there."

"OK. Cause… Ah!"

"Ah!"

Lincoln had tripped and fell on the ground butt first as Clyde thought it was the wolves grabbing Lincoln's leg.

"You really scared me for a second there, you shithead," Clyde said in relief.

"Are you gonna help me up or what?" Lincoln asked.

"OK."

But then, as Clyde was helping Lincoln get up by pulling his hand, one of the wolves had jumped up and pinned Clyde on the ground, attacking him, as Lincoln got back as he fell.

"Jesus! Fuck! Run, Lincoln!" shouted Clyde as he was being attacked.

Lincoln had gotten back up and ran like hell as Clyde told him to.

"Jesus! Fuck! Oh, God! Run away! Ah!" Clyde shouted in pain.

Lincoln had kept on running like hell as Clyde was continuing getting attacked and screaming in pain by the wolf.

"Get away!" as Clyde shouted, close to dying.

"Clyde...," Lincoln said in horror as he wanted to run back and help his friend, but was too late.

The wolf had finished attacking him and ran off, which Clyde was now killed.

Lincoln kept running to him, and saw his dead body brutally attacked like the victim they saw, but worse.

"Clyde…," Lincoln said in sadness.

Then, another wolf jumped up and pinned him on the ground, attacking him, scratching him and biting him on the neck.

But before the wolf almost bit him, 4 of the pub people shoot the wolf with their shotguns (while 3 other pub people were holding some lanterns and flashlights to help them for their guidance in the dark), causing it to get off of Lincoln and run away along with the other wolf before turning into bat-like creatures and flying away.

"Come on! Let's help him!," Ramona shouted to the other six.

As they ran to Lincoln to help him, Lincoln looked at Clyde's dead body in sadness and looked at the people who helped him from the creatures, surrounding him.

Lincoln had fell unconscious with the pub people looking at him.

The group had looked down in worriment at the beaten Lincoln, with one bite mark on his neck (one hole on his neck), a ripped coat with blood and cotton puffing out and on the damp grass, and many scratches on his body, arms, and cheek.

"You think he's going to be alright?" said Jonas.

"I don't know. But let's finish him, he's been bitten," said the boss as she's pointing her gun at his head.

"No...wait," said Ramona stopping her boss.