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A/N: Thanks you guys! Your support was - amazing! All those reviews in a few days made me feel all giddy and excited.
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Toward Dawn
Chapter Four - The Infection
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"What is it this this time?" Gabriel asked impatiently, swinging his head in the direction of the priest for answers, who was shaking under his full attention and had a goldfish look on his face.
"A vampire infection epidemic in Transylvania!" the priest squeaked. "The infection is growing worse by every second! In fourteen days, Romania will be totally infected and the epidemic will spread to rest of Eastern Europe and eventually the world. You need to leave on your horses, take the back roads, and leave Italy. We have two tickets ready for you to take a ship to Croatia and then from there you know the rest. It's the same as last time only we don't know who's behind this besides it being of course, a vampire. The Cardinal has gathered as many crosses, holy water in bottles, and weapons as he could to give to you. Follow me! I know where he is!"
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"I can't believe I have to go to Transylvania - AGAIN!" Carl whined as hugged Gabriel tightly for dear life and maybe for other reasons concerning him fancying the monster slayer and wanting a touch of the real thing. "It's not like the vampire population there would fancy having a friar help them with their connection to God and his holy son and their spirituality. They'd rather just bite my neck and kill me and call it a night."
"Carl, if this makes you feel better, all vampires are like that," Gabriel sardonically remarked, rolling his eyes at Carl's cowardice before continuing again, "it's generally their nature to want to kill humans and feed on them. It's not that they don't like your company…it's just they'd prefer you dead."
[I wouldn't want his company. 'Course it would be different if he was in chains and hanging upside down while I stuck needles in sensitive areas while - ]
That's not happening. Ever. So don't think about it or plan it.
[Really Gabriel, you're no fun at all.]
I'm not you. For that, I'm thankful to God.
[You're just God's puppet. His little errand/delivery/messenger boy.]
At least I'm not related to Satan like you are.
[I'm not related to him.]
Shut up. I don't want to talk to you.
[Yes, well, I'm inside your head. What do you plan on doing? Locking yourself up in a confession box, begging and whimpering to God why he did this to you, and then wondering why you were the chosen puppet? While you're at it, ask him for a day off to go get laid.]
Why don't you go lock yourself up in a tiny little coffin and ponder over how many ways you can kill a person?
"OH, that's quite comforting!" Carl exclaimed in a shrill voice and dramatically began, "they want to kill me! That's real comforting: it's in their nature to kill and drink the blood of the living, and they would rather have you dead than alive."
"Well, there's two sides to everything…" Gabriel said dryly, wondering when the hell the Cardinal would actually move his ass and get to the stables, "I was only trying to give you their perspective."
"Well I don't need a physiatrist! I'm quite healthy and normal!" Carl retorted.
Gabriel started laughing hysterically at the thought of Carl being normal.
[I don't think you should be laughing. You're not normal at all.]
At least I've had a real relationship with a woman unlike everyone around me. I'm more normal than these people.
[Excuse me, but you've never even had sex BEFORE! And you're somewhere between the ages of 600 to 1,000 years of age. It's pathetic.]
You do know I can and will ignore you?
[Yes. But you're so easy and so much fun to see you get worked up.]
Fuck off. Go masturbate or something in an imaginary coffin with soundproof walls.
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Later on.
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"There's no time! Take these crosses, holy water, and inventions with you! Carl can look at them later. Good luck, Van Helsing! And Michael is coming along, to help you two on your mission," Cardinal Jinette said quickly, giving Carl the inventions to put in his bags and gave Gabriel the crosses and holy water for the mean time.
"Michael?" Gabriel asked, looking stunned. Before he could ask who that was, Michael was on his brown horse that belonged to the church for the Order, and was by their side looking as shocked as they were. Gabriel looked at Michael and saw that it was the same priest who had knocked him over and the reason why he had a large bruise on his ass. His expression was the same as before, goldfish face, long bean pole body, and messy brunette hair that wasn't as badly cut as Carl's, and clumsy.
"He's as good as Carl and the inventions I gave you are his that he made. You two need as much help as you can get. He should be a blessing to have a long."
"What in - "
"But - "
Cardinal Jinette waved at them and began walking back to the church, leaving three very shocked and puzzled people. Being the leader most of, or all the time, Gabriel took charge of Michael immediately. "We better go now and we don't stop until the horses have to rest."
Gabriel looked at Michael's expression, but he was shocked to see that Michael was looking puzzled at Carl who was gaping and staring at Michael.
Well, if it gets Carl over his silly crush on me, no complaints.
Suddenly, moans, gasps, and harsh breathing like Gabriel had done earlier entered his mind. Dracula was mimicking Gabriel only now he was moaning Carl's name in a perfect imitation of Gabriel's voice and acting like he was having an orgasim or wanking off.
Oh God…why did I tell him to go masturbate?
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TBC
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