The Last Battle

Van and Carl were surrounded. There were five of them now. Carl was almost having a coronary, there were vampires flying around everywhere. He tried to escape but the brides seemed to be flying around them, so that they couldn't escape.

Van had of course reacted really quickly and had already gotten his crossbow out and was shooting at their fierce enemies.

Someone flew by Carl's face and scratched his cheek. He looked over to where he had last seen Van. He was nowhere to be seen now. Where was he?

Something suddenly flew towards him. It was the largest vampire of the five. It was also light brown, which meant it that it had to be Dracula. Then he crashed against a pillar and the Dracula dropped him. Somewhere along the way his hat fell off. He lifted his crossbow and pointed it at the retreating Dracula. One shot hit him on the back but although it obviously made no difference, Dracula turned in the air and swooped down towards him again.

Van suddenly remembered about the dagger that he cut Dracula with. It wouldn't heal. He couldn't heal the wound. Van waited until Dracula was a few metres away and then rolled out of the way. Dracula dodged as quickly as he could but his left arm still hit the pillar and caused it to collapse.

The Hell Beast roared with frustration. While he had the chance Van got up and ran as quickly as he could over to the pillar that he was at earlier. The knife was a few metres away from him. A few more strides and then he would be able to kill the Beast. The Beast that destroyed Anna.

The Hell Beast was still flying towards him. He jumped and was about halfway there when The Beast hit him on the side and he went flailing into the darkness at the side of the room

Meanwhile, Carl was still being surrounded and flew round by all Dracula's brides. He was flinching every time that they changed direction. Then he had a thought. Did he want to die a coward? Did he always want to be known as the side kick that done nothing? No he wanted to be remembered as Carl the Courageous. Which was never going to happen but he wanted to go out with a bang.

He pulled out a small knife that he had scrounged out of his pocket and thrust his arm towards the wall of Brides he heard the ripping of flesh and a scream or two and the wall broke. As soon as he saw a gap he jumped forward. Air! He could breathe again.

He looked over to Van, who he saw was fighting the Hell Beast. There was part of his mind that said Good for him bye bye now. But the other part wanted to say I'll save you! But he couldn't decide on which one.

Van repeated shot his crossbow at The Hell Beast but it only temporarily slowed him down. Then he remembered that he had explosive tipped arrows in the bag that he had had on his back. But he had dropped it with the knife whenever Dracula had hit him. He saw it sitting over to the left in the light, just waiting to be opened.

The he noticed that Carl was standing looking at him. "Carl get the explosive rounds out of my bag," he shouted. Carl nodded his head and obeyed.

Carl ran over to Van's bag. He searched around in it for a while being careful of all the sharp points and finally he found them. He lifted them up and looked at them to make sure that they were the right ones and sure enough they were and he threw them to him.

Van jumped around the back of The Hell Beast to catch the rounds. He got a scratch on his side for all his hard work. He caught them and done a forwards roll to recover from his jump. As he got up he loaded the crossbow with the explosive rounds and turned to where Dracula had been….

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Nothing… He wasn't there. He had disappeared. Van looked around desperately trying to find him, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly, Van felt four sharp points stick through him, not his stomach, his chest.

It was as if time itself had frozen. It hurts no more. Silence Nothing………………

Carl saw Van slowly falling to the ground. It seemed like it took a lifetime for him to fall. Then he hit the ground with the most God awful thump. His eyes stared at him. An unbroken gaze between the hero and the sidekick.

Carl wanted it to stop. It looked and felt like Van Helsing was accusing Him for his death. He wanted the gaze to stop. Those once soft eyes boring throw him like daggers. So cold, like a morning of pale spring that still clings to winters soft chill. He wanted the gaze to stop. He wanted the pain to end. He wanted those deathly cold eyes to stop their never-ending gaze. But somehow he wanted for it to last forever for at the same time he knew that this would be the last time that those eyes would look upon him. The last time that those eyes full of contempt, and worry, and anger, and love, would ever fall across his face. The last time those windows to his soul would ever open to let him in.

It was all over. It was the end. He did not resist the tight grasp of the brides' soft, cold fingers wrap round his arm He did not resist the close embrace that Anna pulled him into. He did not resist the teeth sinking into his neck. He did not resist the bright light enveloping him. He did not resist…

The End