I am leaving the old headings and footers on so ya, ignore them.
Ok I have the next chapter. Woot, woot! Ok now for the reviews.
Random-Battlecry- I know, it's not that serious, but then again I myself am not serious. Though it is more serious than some of my other fics. Hope you keep enjoying it.
INMH- Heheh don't worry Dracula was fed well. (Hides bodies in a closest) And thanks for reviewing, it made me feel all spiffy inside. Ya I'm thinking about a bit of Vlad/Gabriel stuff. I don't know yet… I'll see how the story works out. And I might continue this one, unlike Trapped in America. But don't despair, I have inspiration for that one, I just have to sit down and write it.
FlyingFerret- Heheh yes there will be more.
What the F is that?
Van and Carl exchanged glances as they looked at the heap on the floor, a.k.a the Count.
"So, what do we do?" Carl asked, a look of worry on his face. Van just stared, unable to admit that he was worried.
"I, I will go out and check out the area, you stay here with Dracula." Van said tentatively, as if he expected the Count to spring back to life and strangle him. Carl blanched.
"Me? Watch Dracula? Van you have officially lost it! He will kill me!" Carl exclaimed franticly. Van shook his head.
"You worry to much, he won't kill you, let alone wake up for a while." Van said as he heaved Dracula's body onto the bed. Dracula was not the lightest person in the world. After that Van headed out the door onto the street.
He wandered around for a bit, but before long he came upon some bloodstains on the ground. They where next to a nunnery. He knelt down and put his finger into the thick, crimson, puddle. This isn't right. He thought suddenly as he looked closely at the blood. While it shone crimson blood in the light, when seen in the shade it held almost a bluish black color in it.
"I. Told, you not… to come." Rasped a voice behind him. Van scowled.
"I thought I told you to stay in bed Dracula." Van said, not turning around.
"You…fool." Dracula said as he came to stand in front of Van. His hair was undone and frizzy and he was leaning on a stick for support.
"I had to come Dracula, you know that." He paused and followed Dracula's eyes to the puddle on the ground. "What is it?" Van asked, his voice barely audible.
"Valkyrie blood."
"WHAT?"
"Valkyrie blood Gabriel, you heard me."
"VAN!" Carl ran up, his chest heaving.
"Yes?"
"I'm sorry, he knocked me out." Carl panted as he motioned to Dracula who just stared at him. Van nodded and glared at Dracula who just shrugged.
"We need to go to the library." Van said as he started to lead the way. He suddenly stopped, "And you Mr. Vladisius Dracula, need to explain yourself." Dracula nodded.
"I will, don't worry Gabriel, I will."
End
AHHHH! Yet another insanely short chapter... Grr… anyway if you people are wondering, yes Valkyrie are real creatures.
Dracula:Ahem: Real "Mythical" creatures. They don't exist.
… Neither do you.
Dracula: I'm offended, one of my fans saying I am just a figment of Bram Stoker's imagination. I am horrified that you would even dare say such a thing.
Get off your high horse Vlad. Anyway please review, I will explain the Valkyrie in the next chapter.
REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!
Dracula: Shutup, shutup, shutup!
Aw you're no fun.
Dracula: .