Gabriel stalked forward. He found himself in a long, dark tunnel. It smelled sour and seemed wet. He could hear a steady dripping. He clutched his weapons tightly- a crossbow in one hand, a stake in the other.

He heard footsteps behind him. He turned sharply, and stared. He saw nothing. Nothing...

"Look up."

Gabriel recognised the thick voice as Rebekkah's. His eyes moved slowly upwards to see Rebekkah standing on the ceiling, upside down.

"Rebekkah," he said, inclining his head.

She smiled, her features twisted in the half-light. Then she jumped from the ceiling and landed gracefully on the floor.

"Where's Anna?" asked Gabriel.

"You really think you can save her, eh?"

"Of course I can," said Gabriel, raising the crossbow.

Rebekkah laughed. "You really think she wants to be saved?"

Gabriel cocked his head. What was she on about?

"You really think that... that it was me that Vlad wanted?" Rebekkah said, her voice raising. "No, I was merely a substitute... for... for her!"

Rebekkah burst into tears. Gabriel stared at her. She was so strong in spirit that her actual soul was fighting through. She was sick and twisted, bitter and resenting, and yet he saw her as the only vampire who had ever fought the dark side in themselves.

"Please, Rebekkah, tell me where," he repeated gently.

"That way," she sobbed, pointing straight ahead. "Follow the tunnel, it will put you out in the hall under Dracula's private dining room."

Gabriel sighed. "May God have mercy on your soul."

He fired a silver bolt at her. She gave a grim laugh as it pierced her. Then she became nothing.

Gabriel shook his head, made the sign of the cross, and walked off towards the dining hall.