((A/N: Whee. I'm sick. I haven't been to school for 2 days. I forgot to mention. XD So no jumping off a cliff. But it hurts. It hurts so bad. Yay for my reviewers! Nice crazy reviewerssss. Precioussss. Right.)) INCOMPLE Isn't that obvious?

Eternity and a Day

Chapter 4

It was night. The moon was not yet full. Most of the villagers of the town were asleep. It was quiet. Very quiet.

But the silence was broken by a: "YOU!" If you listened carefully, you could hear a drop-dead-sexy voice laughing.

A certain Hunter and a certain Count were staring, no, more like glaring at each other.

The Hunter wore the most comedic face and the Count was smirking.

And just then, it started to rain.

Dracula, our favourite vampire of all vampires looked up, and said: "Such a perfect weather for out happy reunion."

Another "YOU!" could be heard.

Already quite frustrated, Vladislaus Draguilia (If I remember correctly) said:" Yes, me. I'm glad you recognize ME." Ah, that accent, that wet figure in the rain.

"No. No. Nononononononoooo-ooo. I killed you! You... you are... I'm hallucinating. Alright, pray, Gabriel, pray!" said Van Helsing (Yes, you can imagine him shocked and wet in the rain too), so shocked, and even scared.

Dracula rolled his eyes and took 2 steps towards his long-lost friend.

"Please God, I'm not his brother, tell him I'm not his brother, tell me I'm not his brother!"

Another roll of eyes.

"That was a figure of speech. Me and you. Murderers. Monsters. Friends. We're both men."

Whimper.

The Count was now very amused. It was actually very entertaining to shock the living daylights out of his "enemy". Then he figured something.

"No, wait, I'm a man in gender, but I am no Man. I am..."

"Satan's son?"

"No"

"Prince of Darkness?"

"Well, that too, but-"

"Undead nosferatu?"

"Oh for Hell's sake, I'm a vampire! Since when did you become from shocked to so talkative?"

Then they continued glaring.

"I killed you." At this comment, the count nodded and said: "Yes, it seems you did. And oh, I want my ring back." He held out his right hand and showed Van Helsing his four-fingered hand.

"Your work, though you may not remember it well."

The Hunter, remembering that he's The Hunter, pulled himself together, and shot.

With his crossbow.

At Dracula's chest.

His heart.

Dracula screamed, partially in rage, and partially in pain.

He pulled the stake out and threw it over his shoulder.

He smirked no more.

His hands twitched again.

Then another stake, and 2 more right after, was aimed at him.

He pulled them all out, and not being in the "mood" to bother with taking out stakes anymore, he, with his supernatural speed, threw Carl's crossbow out of Van Helsing's hands, and received a punch.

"Why must we do this, Gabriel?"

"Why? Because it's my job. This is what I do. Kill things like you."

"You don't have to, you know. You only do this to remember the past. And you can do it, with my help, without so much trouble."

Silence.

"Well, let's put it this way: I'm a man of God, you are the Prince of Darkness. Get the picture?"

"I'm immortal, you're not a werewolf, I'm not fond of you and you have my ring. Get the... picture?"

The two glared at each other.

This won't work, but it's worth a shot, thought the Left Hand of God.

He took out a crucifix, and placed it right in front of Dracula.

Scream.

Even more frustrated (aw, he burned his hand!), Dracula threw it over his shoulder.

"So be it," he whispered through clenched teeth.

Suddenly, Gabriel Van Helsing lost his consciousness.

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((A/N: Okay. That seemed awfully short to write. I have, now, nothing in my mind. By the way, no slash here. Just being sure to let you know. Yeah. I'll continue... later. Seeya!))