Ok not much to say up here, don't own Van Helsing etc.
Just why hasn't he died yet?
Van scowled as he paced the room. It was getting to be dusk; Dracula had been "asleep" for several hours now. Carl had run off to ask around and see if he could find any information concerning "Vampyrie" and "Vampyrie wounds"
"Gabriel?" Van's eyes shot open, he whirled around to see the Count sitting up in bed. He could see the blood through the bandages, which was probably not a good sign.
"Yes Dracula?" He asked, his voice bitter.
"Where am I?"
"You are in Germany, how you got here is beyond me. Anyway, you are in Munich and you are in the care of Carl and I." Van paused, thinking about everything he would want to know if he were in this state, then added, "You're safe... for now."
"Ah... I see. Well then I am in debt to you." Dracula's voice was low and soft. Van scowled and peered closer at Dracula, this was not the same Dracula he had fought only nine months ago. He was weak looking, and bleeding freely, something Van reasoned wasn't normal for Vampires. Also his voice was weak, the Count had always a powerful voice, captivating at times.
A silence fell upon the room, not uncomfortable, just there. After a bit Dracula shifted his weight and tried to stand up. Van scowled a bit and walked across the room.
"Lie down Dracula." Van heard himself say to the count while pushing him down.
"I suppose you want to know what happened?" Dracula asked, Van nodded and pulled up a wooden chair.
"Van… Van Helsing!" Both Van and Dracula turned towards the window, they could here someone calling Van's name.
"Van Helsing!" Carl yelled as he burst in through the door waving his arms around in frantic circles.
"What is it Carl?" Van asked, noticeably irked. He didn't exactly want people knowing he was here as he was the one of the most wanted men in Europe. (Still.)
"Three people are dead. They died the same way that Dracula was wounded." Carl informed him in between pants. Upon hearing this Dracula paled even more, if that was possible.
"How long ago?" Van asked, immediately taking charge and grabbing his sword.
"A few hours at most." Carl informed him as the two headed for the door.
"Wait!" Van turned at the sound of the horse cry. Dracula had stood up and was leaning against the wall, grimacing. "You shouldn't go out there. That's what he wants. It's a trap." His voice had gone down to a whisper and more blood dribbled out of the bandage and down his neck. "You. Can't... go." He collapsed in a heap on the floor.
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Again, if you are new please review if you are an old timer you don't have to unless you want to. (I wouldn't mind getting my count back up to what it was… 68 or 69, not sure.)