Ok I lost the original for this, but luckily I found another copy. It's not different than the first one, just lacking review responses.
Don't own Van Helsing etc. you know the drill.
You're Paranoid
It was the early morning when Dracula arrived back at the hotel. Van woke up as the Count entered.
"You're loud." The monster hunter growled as he rolled over in his small trundle bed.
"No, you're paranoid." Dracula shot back while slipping off his coat (yum...) and his shoes.
Van just sighed and sat up. "You will never cease to amaze me Dracula. This morning you could barely stand and tonight you're alive as ever."
Dracula grave Van a sly grin.
"Thirty years old, perfectly aged." The count said as he slid into bed. (That line I got from the movie.)
"Good night, erm, good morning Dracula." Van said as he lay back down and drifted off to sleep.
"Mmm, night Gabriel." Came the muffled reply from the Vampire.
Van groaned and opened his eyes. Something rough and wet was licking his face. He immediately put his hands up and tried to push away the assailant, as he did he felt soft fur.
"Damn it Carl, what the hell is that?" He asked as he sat up and cracked his back.
"Well Van Helsing I found it on the street and I it was homeless so I decided to bring it back." Carl explained as he pulled the huge canine off Van.
Van just stared at Carl for a few seconds with a look that said, "god you're an idiot"
"Oh it's not that bad Van." The friar assured him as he pat the big dog's head.
"I've had to many bad dealings with canines to really appreciate them." Van said as he stood up and pulled his coat around him.
"It's nothing like a werewolf if that's what you mean."
"Still, it's your responsibility not mine."
"But Gabriel, how can you say no to such a face?" A voice whispered into his ear. Van's eyes widened as he spun around to be face to face with Dracula.
"Don't do that!" He gasped as he smacked Dracula lightly on the head.
"Why ever not Gabriel?" The count appeared in front of him now with a small grin on his face.
"Because it's annoys me."
"You must learn to control your temper Gabriel." Van glared at the count who was now dangling from the ceiling to his left.
"Just get down here and help me figure out what to do." Van said as he yanked at Dracula's hair. (And off came Richard's wig. : P) Dracula scowled and batted away Van's hands.
"Of course Gabriel." Van let out a long and exhausted sigh as the Count floated gracefully down beside him. "Now, what was this about doing something?" He asked.
"We need a plan, and since you seem to know the most I figured you could help."
Dracula paused and thought about it for a bit. "Well, we need to first figure out how to kill him, and for that I propose we search the library."
"But I've already done that twice!" Cried Carl as he fed the dog.
Dracula smiled, "Ah but did you check the underground vaults?"
Carl blinked then shook his head slowly. "No, I don't believe so."
"Then that's where I go while you two search the rest of it, again."
End
Same deal as before, I feel no need to repeat myself.