Ha, look, I'm finally updating. I had major writer's block about this one, but I'm back!! It should be finished soon, I've only planned 16 chapters, and I don't think this will have a sequel. So enjoy it while it lasts and REVIEW!! Thanks!
Gabriel was leaning uncomfortably against the wall, chest heaving, as he glared at Dracula pacing the room. Dracula looked very annoyed, eyes narrowed, and Gabriel knew that Carl must have succeeded in destroying Jemmy. And that would mean that Carl was on his way here. The very thought made Gabriel's stomach explode with excitement and nerves.
"Lost your wife?" Gabriel asked conversationally.
Dracula stopped pacing and slowly turned to glare at Gabriel. A single strand of black hair was out of place, and it gave the impression that his world was beginning to crumble at the seams. He slowly stepped towards Gabriel, opening his mouth slightly to reveal his pointed teeth.
"Ahh, Gabriel... don't test me," he whispered, still coming closer.
He was mere inches away now, and Gabriel could feel the deathly cold that radiated from his body. It took Gabriel about ten seconds to realise that Dracula was leaning in for a kiss, but as he knew this, those horrible lips touched his warm ones...
"Get... the HELL... off of him."
Gabriel knew the quiet, trembling voice that came from the doorway. Dracula suddenly detached himself from Gabriel to turn and glare at Carl. Carl's hair was tousled, his cheeks red from the cold. There was a look in his eyes that almost scared Gabriel, and he knew it was pure, raw hatred as the Friar stared at the vampire. He was pointing a pistol at Dracula, and holding the other pistol at his side.
"Carl," Gabriel whispered.
Then, suddenly, Carl and Dracula lunged at each other. The pistols were shoved into Carl's belt as he attacked his enemy, and forgotten about as he scratched and slapped at Dracula. The vampire quickly overpowered him, and pinned him to the floor.
"Fool of a friar," he muttered coldly.
Just as Gabriel moved forward to pull Dracula off Carl, the Friar swung a hand holding a pistol up, and caught Dracula in the jaw. The vampire rolled off him, growling in shock, and Carl leapt to his feet, running to Gabriel, and pocketing his pistol, pulling out Wolve12, and thrusting the syringe into his lover's stomach...
Gabriel gave a horrifying shriek as Carl stepped back. His face was one of shock as he fell to his knees, hair tumbling about his face. His eyes were dark and heartbroken. He thought Carl had betrayed him, he thought this venom was to kill him.
But before Carl could correct him, Dracula grabbed the Friar around the neck.