Carl awoke, groggy. He just had the weirdest dream ever-of a vampire taking
him away from his room ( The four of them spent the night in an inn). Then,
he smelled Death-and realised he was chained up in a castle-Castle Dracula!
"This is no dream!!"
he thought, horrified.
"Indeed,"
replied a familiar voice-Dracula! He held up a string.
"There are so many things one can do with string,"
he hissed.
"Didn't know you could sew, you fanged fop!"
spat a reckless Carl. The rage at Erik kissing Iilana now poured upon Dracula. Big Mistake. Dracula snapped his fingers. A string coated with grounded glass entered Carl's arm, drawing blood. With a wave of his hand, Dracula smiled as Carl screamed in pain while the strings shot through him, one by one.
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Iilana was puzzled to where Carl could have gone. Odd... he seldom left without rhyme or reason. A villager remarked that she saw a bat-like creature with someone in its claws. With horror, she flew-she's a demon, remember?- towards Castle Dracula. Anna and Gabriel would follow suit.
As she flew at full speed, an aubdurn blur rushed towards her. She was sent crashing into a tree. As Darla prepared to crush her windpipe, Roma appeared.
"No, my love! Lord Dracula wants her alive!"
Bad timing. For Iilana backhanded Drala and tried to escape when both vampiric lovers grabbed hold of her –and scareed her face AGAIN. Shrieking in pain, she collasped-into a lake. Roma retrieved her.
"Shall we?"
"Wait."
Said Darla, stroking those sleek black wings of Iilana's.She wanted a bit of fun...
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Anna and Gabriel were riding their steeds at full speed, trying to catch up with Iilana. Their hearts nearly stopped when they heard shrieks and cries of pain. They stopped when an impossibly lovely lady, all tarted up, sitting on a tree branch, giggling. She held something in her hand. Tossing it to Anna, she sneered,
"All angels go to Heaven. This one shall go to Hell."
With that, she became her winged form-and flew off. Both were too stunned to do anything. Anna undid the cloth covering the thing-and screamed.
In the cover-were Iilana's black wings, torn crudely from her back, bloodied and all.
"This is no dream!!"
he thought, horrified.
"Indeed,"
replied a familiar voice-Dracula! He held up a string.
"There are so many things one can do with string,"
he hissed.
"Didn't know you could sew, you fanged fop!"
spat a reckless Carl. The rage at Erik kissing Iilana now poured upon Dracula. Big Mistake. Dracula snapped his fingers. A string coated with grounded glass entered Carl's arm, drawing blood. With a wave of his hand, Dracula smiled as Carl screamed in pain while the strings shot through him, one by one.
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Iilana was puzzled to where Carl could have gone. Odd... he seldom left without rhyme or reason. A villager remarked that she saw a bat-like creature with someone in its claws. With horror, she flew-she's a demon, remember?- towards Castle Dracula. Anna and Gabriel would follow suit.
As she flew at full speed, an aubdurn blur rushed towards her. She was sent crashing into a tree. As Darla prepared to crush her windpipe, Roma appeared.
"No, my love! Lord Dracula wants her alive!"
Bad timing. For Iilana backhanded Drala and tried to escape when both vampiric lovers grabbed hold of her –and scareed her face AGAIN. Shrieking in pain, she collasped-into a lake. Roma retrieved her.
"Shall we?"
"Wait."
Said Darla, stroking those sleek black wings of Iilana's.She wanted a bit of fun...
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Anna and Gabriel were riding their steeds at full speed, trying to catch up with Iilana. Their hearts nearly stopped when they heard shrieks and cries of pain. They stopped when an impossibly lovely lady, all tarted up, sitting on a tree branch, giggling. She held something in her hand. Tossing it to Anna, she sneered,
"All angels go to Heaven. This one shall go to Hell."
With that, she became her winged form-and flew off. Both were too stunned to do anything. Anna undid the cloth covering the thing-and screamed.
In the cover-were Iilana's black wings, torn crudely from her back, bloodied and all.