Anna tapped her foot. Gabriel decided she obviously needed more snoggy goodness, and ran to her. They snogged. (Well, duh.)
Carl flew in through the window. Nobody seemed to find this odd, except Dracula, who asked, "You can fly?"
Carl merely winked. Dracula decided to question it no further, and instead clapped a hand to his forehead. His eyes filled with tears.
"Vlad?" Marishka asked, slipping an arm around his shoulders. "What is it, baby?"
"I... don't know. I think I poked myself in the eye."
"No, remember. It's time to get angsty over Carl," Jinette suddenly said.
"Oh, yeah. I (sniff) love you (sniff sob) Carl! Why can't (sob) I have him (sniff sniff sob sob)?" Dracula wailed.
"Erm... right..." Carl said. His nose twitched. "I smell fire in Tasmania. Supercarl to the rescue!"
With that he flew out of the window. Dracula stared after him before shrugging.
"So..." Gabriel said, pulling away from Anna to gasp like a goldfish for air. "What did you brides want?"
"Help us make Vlad evil again!" Verona begged.
"He isn't the same," Aleera whispered.
"Help us!" Marishka implored.
"What's in it for us?" Anna asked.
Aleera shrugged. "An ice cream sundae?"
"Deal," Gabriel smirked.
Carl flew back in then. He was dressed in a tight blue lycra bodysuit, big pink boots and a long magenta cape.
"Hmm... lycra..." Gabriel murmured, drooling slightly. Luckily, Anna was just as captivated as he was, and didn't notice.
"Why does it smell like wet dog in here?" Carl asked.
"Werewolf," everyone said together.
"Ah, so you'll be needing silver bullets then," Carl said, beginning to search his cape for the aforementioned bullets.
"Actually, there is no werewolf," Jinette said suddenly. "I think I know what the problem is. Marishka, did you bathe before coming here?"
"Yes," came the low hiss.
"Ah, well, that explains it."