A shadow emerged from the familiar darkness that as the cover of the forest. It looked up from the ground at a window of Vaseria that spilled an orange glow that flooded from the stained glass to the rough uneven ground barely five inches from the feet of the shadow. It saw the shapes of two humans enter the room, the taller and heavier build one, was carrying something, or someone, that he put onto the bed. It flew in for a close look into the room. It's fangs bared and it hissed quietly as it looked into the bedroom of Anna Valerious, surrounded by Gabriel Van Helsing, and the timid friar Carl.

So that was why it was back. The final Valerious still drew breath in this life. The creature that had previously gripped the wall for support over seventy feet up in the air pushed itself away from the wall in anger. It flew faster and faster, turning anger into speed until it reached the nearby castle that was Castle Frankenstein. It landed gracefully on the ground in front of its target.

Here, it transformed. It's wings folding and shrinking in size until they moulded back into the flesh if its back. Claws that resembled black daggers of death returned to the fingernails they had been once before. The pale skin of a man hidden from sunlight grew thicker over what had been the smooth unbreakable skin of a colour darker than black, if such a thing was possible. The pale skin was clothed in a long black jacket that was buttoned up in an Elizabethan style and black pants which fitted tightly with his small boots. After what had only been two seconds of miraculous transformation, but had seemed to the man as much longer, a finely dressed man stood in the place of the Hell Beast that had landed there before.

Count Vladislaus Dracula smiled evilly as he opened the doors to his old laboratory and home, contemplating his plan and what had happened a few hours before. Gabriel and that princess had broken into his castle, his home, and ruined everything. They had killed his children in this very castle a few days ago, over the course of a week they had destroyed his three beautiful wives; Aleera, Verona and Marishka, and had taken his only chance at ever having his revenge.

But by sending him back to hell, Gabriel had started trouble for himself. Whatever happened next was the result of Gabriel's actions. Lucifer had shown him the future.

He had seen the children.

Those children would be his targets, his reason for pain. By the time this castle was fit for devastation once again, the children would be old enough to understand his passions, and old enough to join him in a final battle against their parents.

As everything came together in his twisted mind, he laughed loudly. A laugh that echoed of every wall, one that could send shivers down the spines of nightmares and send them running into the night with fear. As his laugh died down he moved to the window and gazed out at Vaseria in the distance.

"Watch out, Angels. I'm coming for you."