Carl scrabbled back against the wall, sweat sticking his fine hair to his head. His blue eyes were wide. He did not know what would happen, he could only hope... and pray.

Gabriel had completely turned into a werewolf know, and was hunched down on the ground, looking up at Dracula with his teeth bared. Hazel eyes flickered dangerously, and some saliva dripped from his teeth to the floor. Dracula looked paler than usual, his black eyes narrowed in fear.

"Gabriel..." he whispered.

The werewolf cocked his head. It was amazing how much the hairy beast resembled Gabriel, with its cocky facial expressions and confident eyes.

"Do not do this," Dracula warned. "We could work together, Gabriel. Brothers once more..."

The vampire knew his words were wasted as soon as he had spoken. Time seemed to slow down as Gabriel leapt through the air, catching a shocked Dracula and knocking him to the ground. Carl head the vampire growl as they fought on the floor, Dracula avoiding the dangerously snapping jaws of Gabriel.

Something happened. Gabriel's fur was shrinking back into his skin, his body becoming less like the bent shape of the wolf and more straight like a human. He leapt up away from Dracula and backwards, finally coming to stand a few metres away from the floored vampire, back in his human form, a single scrap of material saving his dignity.

"A-ha," Carl muttered. He was panicking. The formula surely couldn't have run its cycle already, could it? Gabriel's worried eyes met Carl's, and Carl was forced to shrug.

"Well, well, well," Dracula smirked, climbing lightly to his feet. "Seems the friar is not as smart as he thinks."

Gabriel opened his mouth to reply, when his body suddenly gave an almighty shudder. He gave a low howl as he once again became the beast, ripping at his own flesh as he turned into the wolf. He stood facing Dracula. Then they both leapt at each other, Dracula taking on his hideous brown form.

Time seemed to stand still as they met in mid-air. The fire in Gabriel's eyes, the anger in Dracula's face, was enough to make Carl want to hide his eyes. But he couldn't not look.

It ended very quickly.

Dracula had tried to bite Gabriel's shoulder, wanting to cause him pain before actually killing him. But his head bent forward revealed his neck, just as Gabriel had hoped. He had went straight for the neck, and bit through the main vein in one quick snap.

Gabriel fell to the floor, bent over as he watched his enemy. Black blood ran from his jaw, darkening the brown fur. Dracula gave a loud shout of pain and horror as he fell to his back, slowly shrinking back into the man he had once been, then becoming vapour.

Carl sighed in relief. Then his eyes fell on Gabriel, whose hazel ones were staring at him. Carl felt a jerk of fear. No matter how much the werewolf looked and acted like Gabriel, it didn't actually have control over its actions, and Carl in front of him was prey.

"Gabriel, no," Carl whispered.

Gabriel lunged at him, jaws open wide, and Carl closed his eyes and flinched, ready for the impact...

The arms which wrapped around his neck were smooth and strong, the body naked and bare and warm, and Carl slowly opened his eyes to see that it was the human Gabriel on the floor beside him. Gabriel looked very worse for wear; his hair was a damp mass of tangles, and there was an open wound on his jawline. His strong chest was bruised and scratched. His eyes were bright with what looked like tears.

"You are so stupid," he whispered, and a tear did indeed roll down his cheek.

"Thanks," Carl replied, falling into the Hunter's embrace and resting his cheek against the warm flesh of Gabriel's chest. "I suppose you aren't grateful?"

"Of course I'm grateful. But couldn't you have been a little more careful?"

"I don't do careful," Carl replied. "I'm not a field-man. So I have to make the most of what time I do have out here."

Gabriel chucked into the Friar's soft hair. "I love you."

"And I love you too."

The End.