Thanks for the Reviews people!!! Since some of you asked...I guess I'll put Spike in it!!! But I'll need some of you to tell me a little about him...I don't know that much!!! So tell me in your reviews! Thanks!!!
(Somewhere in Transylvania...dum-dum-DUUUUUUUUUUUUUM)Dracula came back to life.
It's not new.
It's happened before.
What part of DEAL WITH THE DEVIL don't you people UNDERSTAND DAMMIT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
End...sort of...OK SO IT'S NOT REALLY THE END!!! DEAL WITH IT!
Back at Angel's apartment, Carl was still fingering the machine gun while Van was explaining the mission to Angel.
"So...we have to find the monsters/demons...and kill them?"
Van nodded. Angel smirked.
"So in other words...we're going on a killing spree!"
"That's pretty much the size of it!"
"Sounds like fun!"
Van picked up a cross and started to hand it to Angel when the man suddenly stood up.
"Uh...no thanks!"
Van raised an eyebrow. "You'll need it if you expect to fight a Vampire."
Angel looked uncomfortable. and we all know why...hehehehehe
"I'll fight a Vampire in my own way, thanks!"
Van shrugged and shoved the cross into his pocket. "Your head be on it, then."
Carl, meanwhile, had been listening to the conversation quietly...wondering why Angel had so quickly refused to take the cross. Most people wouldn't hesitate to take the cross, not refuse it. He turned around only to be scared half out of his mind by the appearance of a young man with white hair, dressed also in black, standing in front of him.
"BLOODY HELL!"
Both yelled at the same time, Carl leaping backwards into Van Helsing out of fright. The man eyed the two and yelled out, "ANGEL...what the hell is going on here?"
Angel came into the room, a surprised look on his face.
"Spike, what are you doing here?"
Van and Carl looked at Angel, then at Spike. Spike was giving them the same suspicious look.
"I disappeared for a minute and you think I'm gone forever!"
Van gave Spike a death glare. Angel rolled his eyes.
"You were gone for a week Spike."
Spike shrugged. Angel sighed and turned to Van Helsing and Carl.
"Guys, this is my friend, Spike. Spike, this is Van Helsing and Carl. They're here because of the Demon uprising thing going on."
Spike's suspicious glare vanished and he gave a wry smile. "Oh, well in that case, I won't have to worry about anything."
Van and Carl looked somewhat relieved, but Van somehow had the feeling that the two men were hiding something from them. He just wondered what.
(Two days later)
"Ghouls. I HATE ghouls." Carl complained loudly as the odd group walked into the dark graveyard.
Van, Angel, and Spike all looked at each other and smirked.
"Carl...you hate ALL monsters." said Van pointedly.
Carl blushed, though you couldn't see it, as it was pitch black out. They walked quickly on the path that was covered by rotting leaves that crunched under your feet, giving them the feeling that they weren't the only ones out for a stroll. Van's hands tightened around his crossbow. Carl hid an odd assortment of items in his cloak. Angel and Spike carried absolutely nothing, except for maybe a few knifes hidden away in their jacket pockets.
Soon, they reached their destination. An old storehouse, hidden behind dark, twisted trees and dead shrubbery. Not to mention graves, but then again, what would you expect to find in a graveyard? A rotten stench came from the falling door. The smell of dead and rotting flesh, not to mention old blood and other stuff that one wouldn't want to find, or see, on an everyday basis. As soon as Van opened the door, the stench became stronger. Even Angel couldn't hide the fact that he was utterly disgusted. Carl was gagging uncontrollably, and Van had leapt out of the doorway, a hand placed over his nose. Spike had a look on his face saying that he really didn't want to be there at the moment.
"It smells like someone crawled in there and died!" groaned Carl. Van turned to look at him.
"Well, technically someone did crawl in there and died, Carl. A Ghoul is a dead thing."
Angel stuck his head into the room. "Yup, a ghoul was definitely in here...and by the looks of it, it had friends over for a party."
There was decapitated body parts littered all over the floor. Everything was covered in wet sticky blood, and from the looks of most of it, it was fresh. The corpse of a dead man was lying on the floor, his head at an odd angle and a giant hole in his chest where a person's heart usually was. Veins, arteries and what looked like a person's small intestine, which happened to have a huge bite taken out of it, were in various spots on the floor. A bloody arm protruded from underneath the couch and a head, with a frozen look of horror on it, was hanging from the ceiling on a string. I'm so descriptive...don't you think
"Ok...w...we found them." stammered Carl. "C...can we leave n...now?!?"
Van was fighting to resist the urge to agree with Carl and high-tail it out of there. It seemed as though Angel and Spike were doing the same. Carl gagged again and was sick in the yard.
"Um...maybe we can...you know...come back tomorrow." suggested Carl, looking somewhat hopeful.
"We can't...we have a job to do." said Angel.
All of a sudden, there came a sound from behind them. All of them whirled around to find themselves staring at 7 large ghouls with various sharp, pointy objects used for mutilating and decapitating and all the other stuff a serial killer tends to do with sharp, pointy objects.
"Prepare to die!"
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