Chapter 18- Revelations

A/N: Hello again! How are you all doing? Cricket noises ...Ok then...on with the story ;

Kyle's P.O.V-

When consciousness finally was granted to me I found myself to be in a lavish room of sorts. I was on a large chair in front of a roaring fireplace. Off to my left was a wall of books, a small wooden desk in front of that. I groaned and pushed myself up. I winced at the pain and saw that my arms had been bandaged up and my head also was wrapped along with my ribs...again.

Hanging around with Van Helsing is dangerous.

I then stopped short when I realized this was definitely not the Valerious Manor.

"Where am I?!" I said aloud.

"I thought you would never ask." Said an accented voice from the ceiling.

I jumped and looked up to see none other then Count Dracula. He dropped down from his place and smirked.

"Welcome to my Castle, Mr. Dragon." He said.

"Where are the others!" I said hostility

"They are safe...for the time being."

"If you have laid a finger on Libby's head I swear I will kill you!" I shouted, my hand whipping to the hilt of my sword and pulling it out of its scabbard on my back and pointing it at him. He boredly raised an eyebrow at it.

"You can't kill me."

"Want a bet?!" I trust the sword into his heart on the small chance that this time he might be vulnerable to the conventional means.

"How boring you are." He impaled himself further onto my blade, nearly up to the hilt. My eyes went wide.

"Oooooh shit."

He ripped the sword out, he smirked and roughly up two fingers under my chin and hit a pressure point, he lifted my head up. I averted my eyes from his, remembering what Kate had said, I failed however. In the process of moving my eyes to one side our eyes met.

Memories flashed in front of my eyes.

Memories-

I was standing in the middle of a barren dusty area, sword in hand, chaos erupting from every possible direction. I spun around and sliced off a head of an enemy and rushed into the midst of the raging battle. All around me blood was being spilt, both allies and enemy's, I saw Van Helsing fighting off several demons at once. A few decided to sneak up behind him. I ran over to him, cutting a path through the forest of bodies.

"Look out, Gabriel!" I shouted and swiftly drove my blade into oncoming forces. He acknowledged my effort with a quick bow of his head before we stood back-to-back, facing the incoming and ever growing forces. Before long we where easily out numbered and in dire need of more help. The battle raged on around us, screams of dieing men pierced my ears and engraved their pitiful sounds upon my heart. I felt the circle close in slowly and then swords slice at my exposed skin, exactly in the spot where my scars where. Red blood colored my skin, quickly. I grew lightheaded and my vision got fuzzy, but I had to fight it off, for my life.

An accented shout rang out. The beasts fell like dominos, hope was coming at last. I got a glimpse of our rescuer, it was Dracula?! With the number of evil things significantly reduced Van Helsing and I where able to break free, we joined Dracula. The demons where finally retreating! We had won the battle.

The memory faded out and was replaced by a later one.

I sat with Van Helsing and Dracula around a fire, my arms bandaged.

"What are you doing fighting a man's battle? You are just a boy." Van Helsing asked.

"I was sent here. And I'm not much of a boy if I saved your life." I replied with a smirk.

Van Helsing glared but said nothing more.

"You should be nicer to the one who saved your life, Gabriel." Dracula said with a smirk.

He got a frown in return.

"I have seen you fight, you are skilled for one so young." Dracula said.

"I was trained by my brother, David Dragon."

"Dragon." He let out a laugh.

"What is funny about my final name?"

"Your name in my language means Draguila. And I am a Draguila."

"What?"

"I am Vladislaus Draguila. Your final name is Dragon. That in my language means my last name."

"So you're related?" Van Helsing said.

"We very well could be thought it...what is your name, Harcos."

"Kyle, sir."

"Call me Vlad and do you happen to be Irish?"

"Just a touch."

"No wonder you fight with such fire." Van Helsing said now looking at us. "You can call me Gabriel."

The memory faded out and was replaced by yet another.

I was standing next to Vlad in a darkened castle, only torches to light our path.

"Are you sure you wish to do this, Vlad?"

"I am. I have been betrayed."

"But there might other means."

He suddenly turned and faced me, I could see pain in his eyes along with anger.

"This is the only way. You, the one who has been like a son to me for the past 12 years...do you go against me? If you do I suggest you flee for you life."

"No. I am with you to the very end. I just thought there might be less...sinful ways."

"You should have been a priest instead of a fighter, Harcos"

We continued down the darkened tunnel to a large brightly light room. There in the middle of the room stood Gabriel.

"How did you..."

"I didn't."

Gabriel bolted forward, weapon drawn, I drew my sword, determined to defend my friend to the death. The sound of metal upon metal clashed. The next thing I know I am thrown to one side and Gabriel has impaled Vlad with his weapon. Vlad's eyes shown with shock and hurt, that his longest friend would betray him.

"G-Gabriel...w-wh-why?"

"I can't believe you would stoop to such an uh-holy level."

"VLAD!" I rushed to my fallen comrade. "Don't die!"

He managed a small smile. "We will meet again, Kyle." I saw his life waver and leave.

Gabriel had turned to me.

"Murder!"

My very close friend had just murdered the man I called...father...He will pay!

I picked up my sword and charged him.

"I will avenge you Vlad!!"

End Memory-

"Vlad?" I whispered disbelievingly

"Harcos?"

Valerious Manor-

Libby screamed and rushed toward the armory. Grabbing every weapon she could carry she stopped at the map and ran her hands over the inscription. Anna meanwhile took off behind her. She knew what Libby intended to do. It was like suicide. She skidded to a stop at the map.

"Libby stop." Anna said.

"Kyle is out there with that big bat! I need to save him!" Libby said while trying to wrap her tongue around the complicated Latin.

"It's suicide."

"You should understand why I'm doing this."

Anna was silent.

"Thought so."

She said the inscription and watched as the map faded into the mirrored gateway.

"See you on the other side."

Anna rushed forward but before she could get to Libby she had already gone through the door. The map recovered the surface and she was gone.

This isn't good.

Anna turned right around and rushed off to find the others.

Kyle's P.O.V-

Vlad and I where in the library, we had quite a bit of catching up to do. I knew I had all my memories restored.

"Tell me, Harcos, what happened after I was murdered?" Vlad said.

"After you said we will meet again I attempted to kill Gabriel and avenge your death. It didn't work out. I ended up in the hands of a kind old witch and warlock. I told them what had happened and they took pity upon me and granted me eternal life, I would never age past 30. I accepted and used my time to hunt down that urchin. I was trying to get some information out of some villager when the next thing I know I am being cursed. Every 200 years I would revert to age eight and not have a single memory of my past life. The only way to break it was to meet eyes with a long dead friend. They thought it would never happen and they also called it punishment. So basically I have been living a half-life, but with my memory completely restored I can tell you I once had Gabriel in the palm of my hand, but alas. In my youthfulness I failed to kill him quickly and he survived. But I have learned. I cannot wait to see his blood run free from his body."

"As do I Kyle, as do I."

At that moment Arsitoph walked in and stopped short.

"My lord! What are you doing breaking bread with this boy?" He said surprised and a touch angered.

Vlad rolled his eyes.

"This boy, as you place him, is a long time friend who had lost his way. But he has recovered his memories."

"Yes. All of them. And just a note. You leave your left side open in a suicidal way." I smirked. "I could teach you if you wish."

"I don't need help from a child."

"I am not a child. I am just a few years younger then Vlad here."

"Vlad?!"

"Yes Arsitoph, that is my first name." Vlad said boredly.

I held back a laugh and stood up.

"If you will excuse me, Vlad, Arsitoph. I will be in that lovely dojo you told me about earlier." I strode out of the room sending a death glare at Arsitoph, that glass hurt.

Libby's P.O.V-

I stepped through the glass and looked around, cold, icy, just like in the movie. I shrugged back the biting cold and continued along.

I have to find him. Who knows what horrible torture Dracula is subjecting him to!

I quickened my pace until I reached the door. Only then did I realize, I had no clue how to get in.

A/N: The word Harcos is Romanian for Warrior. I am assuming that is the language that is spoken by every one in Transylvania considering it is part of Romania...if its not then that was just my logical choice. I'm going to start wrapping this story up in the next couple chapters. In the last chapter there will be a BIG thank you section for EVERYONE who reviewed. Even if it was just once.