In seconds, the Moon held her sway upon the Monster Slayer. Clothes ripped off to reveal dark black fur. His teeth elongated into sharp canines. His eyes grew sharp and alert. But that was not what shocked Dracula. What did was that he had a pair of dark-black wings-and his claws were as long as daggers.

"Demon blood...of course-but how..."

"Anna gave it to him,"

spat Iilana.

"I ressurected her, Vladius. And you know what I am."

She added, answering his silent question.

Transforming, he flew at Gabriel. The pouring rain baptized them both.

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Iilana tried to transform-but the pain in her back would return should she do so.

"So what? Have you not felt pain before? How can you act like this?!"

She scolded herself. Getting up-not an easy task when one has smashed through a glass window and had one's head nearly pulled out by a vampire- , she cried out for Dracula to cease-only to lose her balance. She tried to transform-but with one's wings torn off, there is little one can do to change the situation to their benefit. She fell, screaming. For one terrifying moment, Dracula saw History about to repeat itself all over again. At that point in time, the Moon hid her face from the men, turning Gabriel into his human form again. Both acted at once. Dracula swept down and caught Iilana, while Gabriel grabbed them both-using the demon blood and the werewolf venom in him to his potential- and threw them back onto the roof.

"Why did you save me?"

asked Iilana, her eye behind Dracula. In the corner of her eye-was Carl, holding one of her katanas.

"I lost one woman to an 800m fall. I would not let it happen once more."

"Carl would be most unhappy should I let the woman he loved die-

was Gabriel's reply before Dracula shot towards him-past him and towards Carl. Clearly, he had seen Carl through Iilana's eyes.

"NO!"

"Two,"

Imediately, Gabriel leapt upon Dracula and chomped down hard on the same spot he had bitten just a year and a half ago. Carl flung the katana to Iilana-who sped towards Dracula-and turned him around to face her.

"This is how you died,"

She said emotionlessly before slamming the sword into his heart.

Xxxx "....And as Gabriel cut off Vladius' finger, he also slammed the blade into his ex-friend's black, black heart. Dracula opened his mouth and uttered a silent cry. Red blood foamed out of his mouth-mildly surprising Gabriel who expected it to be black-. He fell to the floor dead, his eyes wide open. Gabriel made the sign of the cross before removing the ring on Dracula's finger and setting the corpse ablaze. As Dracula was of a high status, it was only fitting he had such a burial...."xxxxxx

Dracula fell through the roof with an unholy cry-bringing Carl, Gabriel and Iilana with him-, he landed on the stone floor. He swore he heard the cracking of his bones. Gabriel lay on the floor in werewolf form, stunned.Anna-who had just entered that room- looked on, shocked. Carl was also out cold. Iilana crawled towards him and took his hand, sadness in her eyes. Despite all he had done, It was really not Dracula's fault that he had become this...this foul monster-all because of a lie that took the woman he loved from him, driving him mad... He looked a terrible sight. Blood leaked out of every pore of him.

"I forgive you Vladius Dracula...on behalf of all my late relatives...."

She whispered, wiping the blood from his eyes.

"Do you-?"

"I do."

She said, as solemn as a bride taking a marriage vow.

"So do I."

Iilaana and Dracula looked up-it was Anna.

"I'm so sorry I murdered you then, cousin,"

whispered Dracula.

"I forgive you."

Then Dracula smiled-for the first time in years, he smiled a true smile. No hatred or malice in it at all. From the corner of his eye, he saw –all in white-Illyria, walking towards him, a gentle smile on her lips. He raised his hand-and she took it. Then, Dracula became nothing but ashes. Iilana and Anna watched as the souls of Dracula and Illyria faded away. She felt an even bigger peace envelope her-the centuries-old hatred linking the Valerious and Dracula had been severed at long last. She closed her eyes as the clock chimed –only to open them upon hearing a growl-Gabriel was still under the Moon's sway. At that precise moment, Anna whipped out the antidote and was about to run to Gabriel-when Iilana grabbed it instead.

"Let ME do it."

She was determined not to let History repeat itself. With that, she leapt upon Gabriel and slammed the syringe into his back. She felt like she was on a bucking bronco-only much more dangerous. Injecting the antidote, she yanked it out of his back-and yelled to Anna to grab Carl and RUN LIKE HELL.

Anna obeyed at once. Following suit, Iilana and the duo ran as Gabriel practically tore the place down in pursuit of time. Just then, she heard the clock's final chimes of midnight.

"...Ten....Eleven..TWELVE!"

They stopped when they heard a ear-splitting howl become a human cry. Anna and Iilana turned around. Gabriel lay there, bloody and battered-but alive and in human form.

Anna held him and cried for joy. Ripping off the fine(if slightly tattered) brocade she wore, she placed it around Gabriel. Clad in a thin bodice and chemise that fortuntely reached her legs, she gently roused Carl.

"Is it over?"

Erik was gone. Now there was only Carl there in her arms.

She hugged him for joy too.

"I take that as a yes then,"

Carl whispered, enjoying the bliss of being pressed against such a divine body.....for now at least.