A/n: Alright, pulls reviewers up from cliff the third chapter!!

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It was a figure of a man lying face down on the bridge. He seemed to be dead. The werewolf ambled to it curiously, sniffing the surrounding air. Food! It thought instantly and tried to eat an arm.

It was cold and already half frozen, and stubbornly refused to be torn off so the werewolf gave it a hard wrench. A loud cracking noise was heard as the arm separated from the body. Some distance away on the other side, Anna watched with disgust and tried to keep herself from screaming lest it attracted the werewolf. She had read that dogs were extremely possessive of their food and would attack anyone who came near their food.

A small part of Van Helsing remained, shrieking that he was eating a human. He fought against the werewolf's instincts and managed to prevent himself from eating the rest of it, but the limb had already gone down his throat. He retched, hoping to vomit it out to no avail. He didn't want to actually. The arm was quite tasty.

A very frustrated Dracula glared daggers at Carl, who had been bombarding him with questions ever since they had met. He wondered why anyone would bother asking what the torture instruments looked like and how they were used.

"...and that is for? W-what does it do? " Carl was asking. He was desperately trying to keep his attention focused on anywhere else but the judge. "Damn you Carl! Why not try it on yourself?! Besides I am sure you will know how it works later on!" the other cursed angrily.

Other people behind them did not continuously ask questions, they merely kept quiet. Couldn't Carl be like them? After all nobody wanted to know how they would be treated if they were to stay in Hell. Poor Carl was actually suffering from shock; he still did not believe that he was dead and in Hell.

A few scuttled to the back of the queue when they saw Dracula; there were some who gaped at him. Apparently they thought he did not exist. What a pity, Dracula thought. To think that these people fear me instead of worshipping me.

Mercifully, the moon disappeared behind some clouds and the werewolf started returning to its original form. Its skin became loose and hung on the werewolf, then it ripped apart to show human skin. Its claws and feet twisted to form human hands; legs. The hideous misshapen form gave a strange noise that sounded like a cross between a howl and a moan. Before the human shape was fully formed, the werewolf leapt back to Anna's side.

Finally the remains of werewolf and fur shriveled up and disappeared. Van Helsing looked sickened with himself. "Did I just eat a...a human?" he asked Anna, hoping that it was all a nightmare. Anna bit her lip, "Yes you did. But it isn't your fault" she tried to reassure him. "Who was that anyway?" She inquired.

Van Helsing hesitated and started weeping. "Its Carl...oh Anna please forgive me for..." he sobbed. Anna held him close.

"And the antidote?"

"It's smashed into a thousand pieces." Van Helsing muttered almost to himself.

Anna was so shocked that her jaw nearly dropped to the ground.

"But then you will remain a werewolf forever!" She said, voice full of concern and disappointment.

"I will find a way!" Van Helsing snarled angrily. "And I don't need your help and pity!" He ran off, leaving Anna wondering what had gone wrong.

"Do you think we'll go separate ways? After all, you're the Devil's son." Carl pressed. A loud slap that echoed in the room was the only reply he got. Carl staggered slightly; Dracula was much stronger than he was.

Several guards of Hell rushed forward towards him. "Don't you ever call me that again." Dracula attempted to cool down in front of them. "I am not the Devil's son and will never be" Of all insults he had heard, that was the worst. While that was happening, the two people in front left.

"Well, look who we have here! Vladislaus Dracula again, if I am not wrong?" The Devil mocked sweetly, stepping out. Carl turned pale and started looking at another direction, pretending to be interested in the torture that he saw through an open door. Still, he could not prevent himself him shaking violently.

"You shouldn't bully first-timers you know. You were one a long time ago," the Devil scolded. "Every time you come here trouble brews." Dracula ignored him and moved to the judge. "Vladislaus Dracula you are guilty of killing innocent people..." Dracula let him drone on, he had heard the same things countless times before.

"And you are sentenced to roam the border between Heaven and Hell for eternity, neither alive nor dead as a vampire" the judge finally finished. The Devil smiled evilly. "Does Gabriel Van Helsing know that he is hunting his best friend?" Dracula heard Carl's sputter of shock from behind and tried his best to ignore it.

"Anyway, if you see my son send my greetings to him" the Devil said. "If you know who he is!" He cackled happily and pushed Dracula away. "Next!" The judge called impatiently and Carl stepped nervously forward. He relaxed a bit after seeing an angel from Heaven beside the judge.

"Carl from the border huh? This is your first time here?" The judge questioned. Carl nodded numbly. The angel stepped forward "You have done a good job as a friar in life, you should go to Heaven," The judge interrupted "He has cursed many times in life even though he knew it to be wrong! How can you send him to Heaven?"

The angel looked thoughtfully. "A compromise then," He discussed it for a while with the judge and both settled on an agreement. Carl thought they were in a conspiracy to ensure he never got to Heaven.

"Since you have done a number of cursing in your life as a friar..." The judge said, "Damn, you will also roam the border between Heaven and Hell as a vampire by day, human at night. God may give you a chance to redeem yourself then" He didn't look happy at the thought.

Carl fainted on hearing his fate and the ugly guards of Hell had to pick him up and throw him into Dracula's arms. On his way out, the Devil added to Dracula: "By the way, my son is much more handsome than you..."

"Next!"

A/n: I didn't do a spell check, forgive me if I have any spelling mistakes . I also am not sure of when I'll update but I'll try my best ok? By the way, the border that separates Hell from Heaven is Earth.

Thanks to The White Werewolf for the constructive criticism: is this good enough?

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