They seemed to be falling forever. Van and Carl had separated from the
horse that was now crashing down into the spiked stones below. Some of the
werewolves had caught a large root sticking out of the ground and climbed
their way up to safety. They took one last look at Van and Carl then darted
into the shade of the trees. The sound of snapping twigs soon faded and all
was quiet for a few moments.
"Van! You better not let go of me!" Carl shouted. He tightened his grip on Van's hand feeling Van's grip tighten as well.
"And what if I did?" Van replied just to see Carl's reaction.
"In the name of god I would haunt you for the rest of your days!" Carl snapped this time practically crushing every bone in Van's hand.
Van gritted his teeth at the pain and reeled them back up. The rope jiggled loose from the rocks and a snap was heard. Both Van and Carl shot their gazes up at the breaking rope. Carl started smacking Van's legs and yelled, "DO SOMETHING!" Without a thought Van pulled out another one of his rope reel..things, and the blade shot through the air and pierced straight through a pine tree's trunk. Van let go of the torn rope and swung over to the side. He then came back up, walking up the cliff wall as they went.
Van reached the ledge and he placed an arm on the ground and with the strength of one arm pulled his and Carl's weight up to safety. Van collapsed to the ground breathing heavily. Carl jolted up and ran to a tree, farther from the ledge. There he sat and placed a hand on his forehead. Carl sighed heavily and looked at Van whom was now walking towards him.
"What do we do now? Were probably even farther from Transilvania then before." Carl said.
"Actually it's just over that mountain." Van said wiping sweat from his mouth.
"Oh. Great. JUST a mountain." Carl sarcastically replied. Carl got up and looked around frowning. "Not only that but were also horseless." Carl added.
"Stop complaining...come on we have to get to the celebration." Van calmly replied.
"Ah yes. The ceremony of Dracula's death. Bloody wonderful." Carl sarcastically replied and followed Van into the forest.
It had been a few hours since they left the cliff and they were already at the mountain. Van found a path and in another hour the town was in sight.
"They party harder than we thought." Carl commented and shoved aside two empty ale barrels and sighed. "Look at all that ale!" Carl shouted and ran up to the barrel. A man poured him a glass and Carl took the first swig he had had in the longest time. He smacked his lips and went for more.
Van laughed and walked towards a crowd of people that were dancing. A small band of flutes and fiddles were playing songs and a young woman was singing to it. Van watched her carefully trying to remember where he saw that face before. She had long straight dirty blonde hair and silver/blue eyes that seemed somewhat mesmerizing. She had thin lips and had a beautiful voice.
Van couldn't quite place it but before he could think of it Carl smacked him on the shoulder and said, "I love this town! That is without the vampires and other things. Which also crossed my mind...how do you think Frankenstein is doing on his own?"
"I'm sure he's doing just fine. He did get his wish. He got the chance to exist." Van replied and a young girl that looked of age 17 grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into the crowd of dancing people. Now Van was not a dancer and of course he had no clue how to the song that was playing. He apologized to the girl and turned back to Carl.
Carl frowned at him. "Go dance you bloody fool! Actually wait...forget that. I'll dance with her." he said and threw his cup into Van's hands, splashing ale all over his leather coat. Van glared at Carl, yet Carl couldn't see it. But as soon as Carl and the young girl began to dance it was suddenly broken by the outburst of a citizen.
"My friends! Please welcome Gabriel Van Helsing!"
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Dracula spun around, facing the large windows that overlooked Transilvania town. His eyes wide and he seemed somewhat timid. Van's name echoed through the mountains.
"What is it master?" Stella asked. She was hanging upside down from the ceiling. Her long baby blue silk gown was draped around her face.
"Van Helsing has returned." he simply replied.
"That man that killed you?" she asked.
Dracula didn't answer. He only kept his gaze on the small town below. He didn't have a reason to feel threatened by him anymore. His plan had already gone into action. He turned around and called out for Igor. Igor came slumping in, eyeing Dracula.
"What is it my master wishes of me?" he asked.
"Four days. Four days will be when we awaken the beast." he replied and grinned showing his bloodthirsty fangs.
Stella shrieked and glided to the floor. "But master! It is even hard for you to tame." she protested.
"Not this time. This time I will have my way with that wild...thing." Dracula said sounding a bit to confident in himself.
Stella watched him warily with her head tilted to the side. Igor kept his eyes on Dracula awaiting another order. Stella shot him a look and hissed, "Be gone with you, you horrid thing!"
Igor glared at the vampiress and slowly turned to leave switching his glance to Dracula. Dracula did not look at him but turned around and walked out to the balcony and watched over the town. Stella walked over to him and took a glance over the town.
"What is it that there doing?" she asked and winced at the town as if trying to see what was going on.
"A celebration to my death." he mocked, causing Stella to burst out into laughter.
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"Van! You better not let go of me!" Carl shouted. He tightened his grip on Van's hand feeling Van's grip tighten as well.
"And what if I did?" Van replied just to see Carl's reaction.
"In the name of god I would haunt you for the rest of your days!" Carl snapped this time practically crushing every bone in Van's hand.
Van gritted his teeth at the pain and reeled them back up. The rope jiggled loose from the rocks and a snap was heard. Both Van and Carl shot their gazes up at the breaking rope. Carl started smacking Van's legs and yelled, "DO SOMETHING!" Without a thought Van pulled out another one of his rope reel..things, and the blade shot through the air and pierced straight through a pine tree's trunk. Van let go of the torn rope and swung over to the side. He then came back up, walking up the cliff wall as they went.
Van reached the ledge and he placed an arm on the ground and with the strength of one arm pulled his and Carl's weight up to safety. Van collapsed to the ground breathing heavily. Carl jolted up and ran to a tree, farther from the ledge. There he sat and placed a hand on his forehead. Carl sighed heavily and looked at Van whom was now walking towards him.
"What do we do now? Were probably even farther from Transilvania then before." Carl said.
"Actually it's just over that mountain." Van said wiping sweat from his mouth.
"Oh. Great. JUST a mountain." Carl sarcastically replied. Carl got up and looked around frowning. "Not only that but were also horseless." Carl added.
"Stop complaining...come on we have to get to the celebration." Van calmly replied.
"Ah yes. The ceremony of Dracula's death. Bloody wonderful." Carl sarcastically replied and followed Van into the forest.
It had been a few hours since they left the cliff and they were already at the mountain. Van found a path and in another hour the town was in sight.
"They party harder than we thought." Carl commented and shoved aside two empty ale barrels and sighed. "Look at all that ale!" Carl shouted and ran up to the barrel. A man poured him a glass and Carl took the first swig he had had in the longest time. He smacked his lips and went for more.
Van laughed and walked towards a crowd of people that were dancing. A small band of flutes and fiddles were playing songs and a young woman was singing to it. Van watched her carefully trying to remember where he saw that face before. She had long straight dirty blonde hair and silver/blue eyes that seemed somewhat mesmerizing. She had thin lips and had a beautiful voice.
Van couldn't quite place it but before he could think of it Carl smacked him on the shoulder and said, "I love this town! That is without the vampires and other things. Which also crossed my mind...how do you think Frankenstein is doing on his own?"
"I'm sure he's doing just fine. He did get his wish. He got the chance to exist." Van replied and a young girl that looked of age 17 grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into the crowd of dancing people. Now Van was not a dancer and of course he had no clue how to the song that was playing. He apologized to the girl and turned back to Carl.
Carl frowned at him. "Go dance you bloody fool! Actually wait...forget that. I'll dance with her." he said and threw his cup into Van's hands, splashing ale all over his leather coat. Van glared at Carl, yet Carl couldn't see it. But as soon as Carl and the young girl began to dance it was suddenly broken by the outburst of a citizen.
"My friends! Please welcome Gabriel Van Helsing!"
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Dracula spun around, facing the large windows that overlooked Transilvania town. His eyes wide and he seemed somewhat timid. Van's name echoed through the mountains.
"What is it master?" Stella asked. She was hanging upside down from the ceiling. Her long baby blue silk gown was draped around her face.
"Van Helsing has returned." he simply replied.
"That man that killed you?" she asked.
Dracula didn't answer. He only kept his gaze on the small town below. He didn't have a reason to feel threatened by him anymore. His plan had already gone into action. He turned around and called out for Igor. Igor came slumping in, eyeing Dracula.
"What is it my master wishes of me?" he asked.
"Four days. Four days will be when we awaken the beast." he replied and grinned showing his bloodthirsty fangs.
Stella shrieked and glided to the floor. "But master! It is even hard for you to tame." she protested.
"Not this time. This time I will have my way with that wild...thing." Dracula said sounding a bit to confident in himself.
Stella watched him warily with her head tilted to the side. Igor kept his eyes on Dracula awaiting another order. Stella shot him a look and hissed, "Be gone with you, you horrid thing!"
Igor glared at the vampiress and slowly turned to leave switching his glance to Dracula. Dracula did not look at him but turned around and walked out to the balcony and watched over the town. Stella walked over to him and took a glance over the town.
"What is it that there doing?" she asked and winced at the town as if trying to see what was going on.
"A celebration to my death." he mocked, causing Stella to burst out into laughter.
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