A/N: Hey! SOSOSOSOSOSOSOSO sorry that I haven't updated in a long time! I haven't really had all that much time to do anything. You see, I've had tons of work to do, but today I found some extra time to do this! I think that I've really improved my writing skills since the last time I wrote a chapter, so this ought to be good! Well, enjoy the flashback!

D: I don't own Dracula. Really, I don't. I own nothing even remotely close to Dracula. I SWEAR that I don't have any spare fangs hanging under the bed in my room that is NOT entirely black and that does NOT have any wanted posters of any certain blood-sucking-'picture not available'-criminals hanging from my room. Seriously!

Chapter 4: The Anrial

FLASHBACK

They were there. They were all there. All of the victims. All the innocent young blood. They had arrived after his defeat. They had been freed from their hellish imprisonment the moment that he had died. And so had he.

There amongst the warm and kind faces, he searched.

"Elizabetta! Elizabetta!" cries of joy unfurled from his mouth. She must be here. There was no reason that she wouldn't be here. "Elizabetta! Elizabetta!" All fell silent. As Vlad looked around, he saw the morose faces of the angels around him. A bright light poured from behind the angels. A heavenly creature began to come forth through the crowd, a brilliant white light encircling it.

"Elizabetta?" asked Vlad, straining to see through the white haze. The creature arrived in front of him, and all fell silent. The light slowly began to dim. As Vlad's vision came back into focus, he saw before him…..

He stumbled back, unable to believe it.

"No!" he said in a hushed voice, "no! Oh!" Vlad began to cry. He put his face in his hands and cried. All the angels looked on in pity, for what he had done to them was nothing compared to this. The creature before him was an anrial. A creature that was never allowed in heaven, unless….

Vlad's red face slowly lifted from his hands, quivering with rage.

"AHHHHHHHHH!" he roared, SHE-WAS-INNOCEEEEEEEEEEENT!"

"She killed herself," said the creature. Its voice seemed like sap. Each word oozing out in long and slow syllables. "She committed an offense against God!" Vlad stared on in unspeakable outrage.

"I owe Elizabetta my deepest thanks. In dying, I was given entry into Heaven!" All the angels around smirked at the ugly creature in repulsion. "Perhaps, she was never meant to enter Heaven! She is a bitch in the eyes of-"

"RAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" roared Vlad in outrage. Never before had there been as angry a creature as he. The anrial took a step back in shock. "I WILL FIND HER! AND SAVE HER FROM THIS FATE! AND WHEN I DO, YOU-" he pointed at the anrial, "-WILL DIE!"

"You cannot kill me…if you cannot leave!" cackled the anrial. Vlad immediately roared and ran for the Pearl Gates. They would not open. "You will remember," continued the anrial, "the stake that lies in your dead body's heart." Vlad turned stiff. Slowly, he turned to see the scornful anrial. "As long as it stays there, you cannot leave!" Vlad roared with rage.

The angels watched sullenly as Vlad fell from the skies. They had traded in pity for guilt. What they had done was unforgivable, but they knew the stakes. In guiding Pamela to the mansion, they had condemned her and many, many others. All for the sake of love.

The anrial roared in the distance. The angels readied themselves for the punishment and torture that lie ahead.

END FLASHBACK

A/N: So, what do you think? I've got an idea for the next chapter, but could I pretty please get three more reviews? I wanna have ten reviews before I go on to what happens to Mina...