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Chapter Four:
The next morning, Van Helsing noticed that Carl was acting ... Well ... Odd. Ok, odder than usual. He was more skittish, and, at every mention of vampires, he'd give a little jump.
What was even more unusual, was how Carl reacted to Van Helsing asking if he'd found anything new on Dracula. The friar replied with a little jump and a look of panic flashing across his face before he replied with a no. Van Helsing just assumed it was because he thought he'd be shouted at for not coming up with anything. Because of that, Van Helsing went easy on him for the rest of day.
Later in the afternoon, probably no later than three o'clock, Van Helsing found Carl thinking to himself in his room.
"Carl," he said. The voice startled the other man. "I'm going to the villiage to see if I can find anything important. I don't know when I'll be back, so don't expect me at any time."
"Oh, alright then." Carl looked at him. "Do be careful."
"Aren't I always?" With a smirk, Van Helsing walked away.
The sun was starting to set. Van Helsing had not yet returned and every time Carl went to wonder where his friend was, he found his mind wandering off to other things. Things like what Dracula said. He was tempted to go back and see what he wanted. Yes, it would only take a few minutes.
Then, as if some invisible force was guiding him, Carl found himself standing before the map. His mind barely had time to register before he opened the door and stepped inside the freezing lair. His feet seemed to know where they were going. The led him to the large room he was in the previous night. Standing before him, was Dracula.
"Ah, Carl," Dracula said with a ghost of a smile on his face, "I knew you'd come back so soon." He made his way over to Carl and looked at him. "I suppose you've only come to hear my plans, no?" He sighed in mock drama. "You see, my dear friend – I can call you friend, can I? – you're going to be the center of my plot. Exciting, isn't it? Anyways," Dracula waved his hand a bit carelessly, "You see ... I have a feeling that Van Helsing would do anything to save a friend from damnation ... Don't you?" He ran a hand down Carl's cheek, causing the friar to shiver slightly (whether it was from the iciness of Dracula's touch or the way he did it so delicately, Carl didn't know). "We'll be having many late night visits, my dear Carl. Many of them." His hand slid down and gently stroked Carl's neck.
Carl suddenly blinked. It was as if he was in some trance he couldn't walk out of. Regaining a sense of his mind, he took a few steps away from Dracula and tried to ignore the arousing feeling he got. 'Even being a friar isn't a good excuse for this ...' He turned and practically began running out of the castle.
"I'll see you tonight, Carl." Dracula called after him. He laughed menacingly, and it sent chills down Carl's spine. What was he do?