Disclaimer: I wrote one in my last chapter, but I figured I'd have to do one again, so here goes: I DO NOT OWN VAN HELSING. Or anything associated with Van Helsing. The only thing I own are my characters. You can tell that I own them because they all bow to me. laughs madly.

Kyain leaned back against the wall, folding his arms over his chest as he watched Rika and Shara beat each other with the Garlic bread. He lifted his eyebrows as Rika swung her bread at Shara's head. Shara ducked, and thrust her bread at Rika's stomach. The bread broke and crumbs fell around them, getting all over Rika's clothes. "Arg, my shirt!" Rika yelled, punching Shara in the face with the bread before dropping it and trying to wipe off the garlic-y crumbs.

Kayt was still holding Dracula's leg in a death grip, but the heart had disappeared, probably because Helsing had stolen it and was throwing it up and down in the air. Shara made and 'oof' sound as the bread broke on her face, and promptly began to eat it. "Mmm, yummy," she squeaked happily. Everyone stared as her face became a demented anime face, with little upside down u's for eyes, and a big, cheesy grin to go with them. "What?" Shara asked, looking around at them.

Everyone shook their heads and quickly turned to do something else.

Dracula looked down at Kayt, examining the hold she had on his leg. "You're not going to let me go, are you?" he asked in a defeated voice, trying to stand up.

Kayt smiled up at him and shook her head. "Nope," she answered happily.

Dracula sighed and managed to stand, dragging Kayt with him as he crossed the floor to the wall and walked onto the ceiling. She squealed happily and let go of his leg by mistake, dropping down and clutching at Dracula's hair to hold her aloft. He winced and bellowed, "Ow, that's my HAIR, GET OFF!"

"What? Are you crazy? I'll fall!" Kayt protested, gripping his head tighter.

"SO? That's my head! I need it! And you won't fall that far, maybe a foot or so," Dracula argued.

"Hey, in that mere two feet I could break my ankle!"

"So? A broken ankle isn't nearly as painful as a severed head!"

"You're dead anyway. How would you be able to tell?"

"Just LET GO!"

"NO!"

Kyain, Rika, Shara, and Van Helsing watched this argument from their various spots around the room, waiting to see who would give up first. Neither did, and two days later, when Helsing had finally gotten tired of poking the Jell-o heart, Kayt finally fell asleep and dropped to the floor in a heap. Dracula's first action was to turn and fly out of the room, searching for a bathroom and a dark corner to hide in.

A/N: looks around nervously Yeah, sorry about how short this chapter is... I've been REALLY busy with school and stuff... Not much time to do anything yet. Geometry is evil. And so is my Law class. Too much homework. My head still hurts. I'll try and get a longer, BETTER chapter up as soon as possible, maybe in a day or two. pulls on police riot gear In the meantime, I hope this funny little teaser will be enough! And please, don't hurt me. I need to be able to write more.