((A/N: I blame school for the delay. It has been so long, so very long.)) INCOMPLETE Hehe, haha.

((We still hatesssss the dissssclaimerssssssssss. Oh yiea, KillerKitty16, I'm not exactly sure if I want to bring her back. Maybe, if I find some good reason. Maybe.))

Eternity and a Day

Chapter 3

It was still sunny, and people were happy. Van Helsing would've been happy too, had it been full moon. No werewolf hunting today. He had to stay. Cursed town. Cursed mansion. Stupid God (no offence, don't sue me).

Moping, he sat on the ground, with his Carlstuff-loaded sack and his hat on his face, trying to sleep.

It was already night, and he'd been laying there for a long, long time.

Most of the people were inside, but loud chattering and singing and the sounds of glass breaking could be heard from the Inn. Some people would usually come out and get in or a dog would walk by.

Suddenly, over the Inn noise and other sounds, he felt... he felt an evil presence, which made him stand up immediately with his crossbow ready. His hat fell off, and he looked around wildly (bad habit).

The oddly familiar feeling became faint.

He walked from his hiding corner, and ran to the 'middle' of the town, still pointing his bow everywhere.

Another feeling came over him, which was sorrow. He remembered Anna and himself walking towards the well.

A familiar voice brought him back to earth: "Sir, what are you doing? You're scaring some of the citizens!" It was Josef (Haha, not Dracy!).

"Oh. Oh, right. I was just... looking around." Was the hero's answer.

He was replied by a toothy smile, a wave and an offer to go to the Valerious Manor, to which Van Helsing furiously shook his head.

Van Helsing felt very alarmed by the faint presence, which sometimes grew so strong, he thought 'it' was behind him, or becoming so faint, he thought it was there no more.

Suddenly, he heard the flapping of wings. Or at least he thought he did.

He sat on the ground, which made him look... weird.

Smirking, Count Dracula watched as his murderer sat down on the ground. He looks so... odd, he thought.

He was behind a window in a room with a sleeping child, in one of the old houses.

His hands twitched as he ceased himself from getting tear and tearing the flesh from Gabriel's bones.

His brides were off somewhere, enjoying their undead life.

Not that he cared. His eyes twitched, as in his mind, he heard their wailing and shrieking and complaints.

His hands were behind his back, he was dressed all in black, looking oh-so-drop-dead-sexy.

His hair was neatly pulled back, but there were some strands on his face. The pale moonlight fell on his face, and he had an evil smirk on his face. Imagine that.

As the Hunter outside stood up and went back to his tree in the forest, before the Count could help himself, he was already behind the Hunter.

"Long time no see, brother", he said, even though inside, he was kicking himself for not making a more impressive appearance.

Van Helsing turned around with his crossbow point at the formerly dead-dead Count.

His eyes widened in shock, and his crossbow fell, as did his jaw.

"... you!"

((A/N: Yay. Dracie! Whee! And whee for lovely reviewers! Well... to be continued. But... school tomorrow!!! I think I'm just gonna cry and kill myself ;;))