Sorry it took so long with this chapter. But I hope you enjoy.
The Ghouls leaped at the group standing in to doorway, swinging their swords. A bloodthirsty look in their red eyes, said that they meant business. But then again, so did the others.
Angel drew a broad sword, Spike had a katana, and Van Helsing shouldered his trusty crossbow. Carl did what he always did and ran to hide. A tight fist was closed over the handle of a silver cross.
"You know...I really like what you've done with the place." said Spike as he battled furiously with an oncoming ghoul. "I must have the number of the designer."
Angel rolled his eyes.
"Spike, this is not the time for you're unhelpful comments!"
"Alright...grumpy."
Van Helsing dodged a knife aimed at his head and looked at Angel who was busy fighting two ghouls at once.
"Two of you have issues?"
"Yup!"
"I'm being nosy by asking what about."
"Girl trouble."
"Ah!"
"You have a girl."
"Not anymore!"
"What happened?"
"Don't wanna talk about it!"
"Fine."
Spike looked over at the two.
"HEY...I thought you said no unhelpful comments!"
Angel was about to retort when Carl went running past them screaming.
"HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
His silver cross flew into the air. Angel and Spike managed to duck, but the edge of the cross grazed Spike's hand. Spike bit his lip from the short burst of pain in his hand. Though the moment was short, it still hurt like hell. Van Helsing noticed his look of pain.
"Hey, are you OK?"
Spike nodded.
"Yeah...it just...hit me harder than I expected."
Both Angel and Spike prayed that the lame excuse would work. Both were relieved when Van said, "Ok. CARL...WATCH WHERE YOU THROW THOSE CROSSES!"
Then they all remembered. Carl! He had just barreled past them screaming bloody murder. Quickly, they all leapt to their feet and raced in the direction that Carl had been running in. They had to find him before the Friar did something totally stupid...which in situations like this, he tended to do.
(A few minutes earliar)
Carl had been watching the fight from a corner. He would have hidden behind the couch...if the space hadn't been occupied by a moving corpse!!! Hold on...a moving corpse!!!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!"
Carl scrambled to his feet as the corpse (or zombie) stumbled to its feet. The zombie reached into what was left of its pants pocket and produced the largest looking lethal weapon Carl had ever seen. That was too much.
"HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Carl streaked past Van, Angel, and Spike. He accidentally threw his cross into the air, where it struck Spike in the hand. Everyone was too preoccupied to notice the killer zombie stagger past them.
Entering a dark room that was actually NOT covered in blood and unattached body parts, Carl looked around for anything that he could possibly use to ward off the zombie. Suddenly, he felt a pair of ice-cold hands around his neck.
"Uh-oh!"
"Carl?"
"CARL?"
"Where are you, Carl?"
Van, Angel, and Spike were searching frantically for the Friar. They had finished off the Ghouls and as far as they knew, there were no more monsters in the house. (They apparently haven't run into the Killer Zombie) All of a sudden, they heard a loud scream.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
"CARL!"
There was a mad rush for the last room of the house. Angel kicked the door down and they all stepped into the room, to see Carl at the mercy of a zombie.
"A little help would be nice right now!" stammered Carl, his eyes wide in terror.
Spike buried his katana into the Zombie's back and sliced it in two. The pieced tumbled to the floor with a sickening squishing sound. Carl ran to hide behind them.
"Carl...what happened?"
Carl ignored the question from Angel as his eyes darted throughout the room.
"Where is he?"
The others looked at each other.
"Where's who?"
Carl looked at Van Helsing with horror in his eyes.
"Um Van...uh...you should know that..."
All of a sudden, the door closed behind them. Everyone turned around, Carl gave a small whimper of fright. Angel's hand felt the wall for a light. As soon as he found one, he quickly flicked it on. The room was filled with a dim light, showing the newcomer in the room. Van gave a yelp of surprise.
"You...you're supposed to be dead!"
The tall man standing before them grinned, showing off the pointy eyeteeth.
"Hello...Gabriel!"
Dracula had returned.
It's shorter than the other chapters!!! But I hoped you enjoyed it as much!!! Read and Review...as always!!!
The Ghouls leaped at the group standing in to doorway, swinging their swords. A bloodthirsty look in their red eyes, said that they meant business. But then again, so did the others.
Angel drew a broad sword, Spike had a katana, and Van Helsing shouldered his trusty crossbow. Carl did what he always did and ran to hide. A tight fist was closed over the handle of a silver cross.
"You know...I really like what you've done with the place." said Spike as he battled furiously with an oncoming ghoul. "I must have the number of the designer."
Angel rolled his eyes.
"Spike, this is not the time for you're unhelpful comments!"
"Alright...grumpy."
Van Helsing dodged a knife aimed at his head and looked at Angel who was busy fighting two ghouls at once.
"Two of you have issues?"
"Yup!"
"I'm being nosy by asking what about."
"Girl trouble."
"Ah!"
"You have a girl."
"Not anymore!"
"What happened?"
"Don't wanna talk about it!"
"Fine."
Spike looked over at the two.
"HEY...I thought you said no unhelpful comments!"
Angel was about to retort when Carl went running past them screaming.
"HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
His silver cross flew into the air. Angel and Spike managed to duck, but the edge of the cross grazed Spike's hand. Spike bit his lip from the short burst of pain in his hand. Though the moment was short, it still hurt like hell. Van Helsing noticed his look of pain.
"Hey, are you OK?"
Spike nodded.
"Yeah...it just...hit me harder than I expected."
Both Angel and Spike prayed that the lame excuse would work. Both were relieved when Van said, "Ok. CARL...WATCH WHERE YOU THROW THOSE CROSSES!"
Then they all remembered. Carl! He had just barreled past them screaming bloody murder. Quickly, they all leapt to their feet and raced in the direction that Carl had been running in. They had to find him before the Friar did something totally stupid...which in situations like this, he tended to do.
(A few minutes earliar)
Carl had been watching the fight from a corner. He would have hidden behind the couch...if the space hadn't been occupied by a moving corpse!!! Hold on...a moving corpse!!!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!"
Carl scrambled to his feet as the corpse (or zombie) stumbled to its feet. The zombie reached into what was left of its pants pocket and produced the largest looking lethal weapon Carl had ever seen. That was too much.
"HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Carl streaked past Van, Angel, and Spike. He accidentally threw his cross into the air, where it struck Spike in the hand. Everyone was too preoccupied to notice the killer zombie stagger past them.
Entering a dark room that was actually NOT covered in blood and unattached body parts, Carl looked around for anything that he could possibly use to ward off the zombie. Suddenly, he felt a pair of ice-cold hands around his neck.
"Uh-oh!"
"Carl?"
"CARL?"
"Where are you, Carl?"
Van, Angel, and Spike were searching frantically for the Friar. They had finished off the Ghouls and as far as they knew, there were no more monsters in the house. (They apparently haven't run into the Killer Zombie) All of a sudden, they heard a loud scream.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
"CARL!"
There was a mad rush for the last room of the house. Angel kicked the door down and they all stepped into the room, to see Carl at the mercy of a zombie.
"A little help would be nice right now!" stammered Carl, his eyes wide in terror.
Spike buried his katana into the Zombie's back and sliced it in two. The pieced tumbled to the floor with a sickening squishing sound. Carl ran to hide behind them.
"Carl...what happened?"
Carl ignored the question from Angel as his eyes darted throughout the room.
"Where is he?"
The others looked at each other.
"Where's who?"
Carl looked at Van Helsing with horror in his eyes.
"Um Van...uh...you should know that..."
All of a sudden, the door closed behind them. Everyone turned around, Carl gave a small whimper of fright. Angel's hand felt the wall for a light. As soon as he found one, he quickly flicked it on. The room was filled with a dim light, showing the newcomer in the room. Van gave a yelp of surprise.
"You...you're supposed to be dead!"
The tall man standing before them grinned, showing off the pointy eyeteeth.
"Hello...Gabriel!"
Dracula had returned.
It's shorter than the other chapters!!! But I hoped you enjoyed it as much!!! Read and Review...as always!!!