Ok I am back with the second part of the Christmas saga. Ok reviews!

Kokoro- I am glad you liked it. It was entertaining to write; though this one was even more so.

Dracula: Lord, I can't believe you wrote this.

It's not smut so I don't know what you are complaining about.

Dracula: I just like to complain.

Ya, a scarf is pretty pathetic. I mean he could get him a weapon or something… At least he's not getting him a toothbrush. Heheh Ice cream…. I like that idea… or wine; you could use it for the same thing.

Yes Gabriel liking the vampire is a good thing. And here is the update, which was the other good thing.

Catherine Tavington- Nothing really happened to Dracula, I couldn't work it right without it seeming incredible cliché. I understand being tired… I have finals next week… so I will be incredibly tired in general… Hope you enjoy this.

Nekodra K. Dracula L- NOT THE PUPPY DOG EYES! (Ducks behind bush) Damn, got me anyway. Well, here is the next chapter that you asked for. Have fun.

Ok that was it. Thank you all! Dracula sends his love.

Dracula: I do not.

Humor me and say you do.

Dracula: (grumbles then stalks off to listen to midis)

Roses are red

Violets are blue

Whoever made it

Is probably dead

A.k.a I don't own this, or that rhyme, I got that from another person.

God rest ye merry gentlemen

Let nothing you dismay

Remember Christ our savior

Was born on Christmas Day

To save us all from Satan's power

When we were gone astray

Oh tidings of comfort and joy

Comfort and joy

Oh tidings of comfort and joy

-Random Carol

They aren't doing THAT are they?
A present, a present… Hmmm, what would Van like? The friar pondered this question for the millionth time that hour. He had already bought Dracula a new black coat and a small knife with an ivory handle. But Van was different. What do you get a man who neither needs nor wants anything? That's when he saw it, the perfect gift for Van, he picked it up and brought it over to the shop owner, deposited the money on the counter and left. The gift was wrapped up tight so that he wouldn't loose it or brake it.

Carl wound his way through the streets and finally arrived at the inn. He stomped upstairs, trying to shake the snow from his coat; he was about to open the door when he heard a noise.

"Gabriel harder."

"Damnit Dracula shut up and relax."

"I am."

"Trust me-"

"Famous last words."

"It will hurt less if you relax."

"Fine."

Carl was frozen the spot. Ideas where racing threw his head, none of which he liked. He blinked and tried to get himself to focus. Come on Carl, it can't be what you think it is. Van would NEVER do THAT with HIM!

"Gabriel, I think your monk-"

"Friar."

"Friar needs to be let in." Carl gulped and as he heard the door open and saw Van standing there, nothing wrong, no messed up hair (apart from the norm) his clothes intact and everything.

"What where you two doing?"

Suddenly Van started laughing as he led the friar in. "I was cracking Dracula's back cuz he slept on it wrong."

A crushing relief went threw his whole body. Thank God it was nothing like I thought it was.

"I swear it's the lack of a coffin. I slept fine in a coffin." Dracula protested. Carl looked up and found Van and Dracula in a heated debate over why Dracula was having cramps and soar limbs. Van shook his head.

"No, I think it's because you been sleeping on horse back which causes you to slouch for a long period of time." Van said as he slid behind Dracula and pressed his thumbs into the center of a knot.

"AH! Damnit Gabriel don't do that." The vampire turned and glared at Van.

"See, you are stiff as a bored. You need to relax."

"I do not!"

"Do to."

"Do not."

"Do to."

"Do not"

"Do to."

"Do you want something to eat?"

"What?"

Dracula motioned to Carl who was waving his hands franticly as he tried to get their attention. "The friar want's to know if you wanted something to eat."

Carl and Van stared at Dracula blankly.

"You read my mind?"

"Like a book."

"That's handy." Van leaned forward and began probing Dracula's head and face. "Can you do on will or is it spastic?"

Dracula pulled away from Van and scowled at him while he fixed his hair.

"It's spastic, and normally when one person has a pressing matter on his mind… Plus I have to want to know what they are thinking." Dracula then grabbed him coat and turned to the others. "I am going out to buy your gifts, I'll be back later."

Now to the Lord sing praises

All you within this place

And with true love and brotherhood

Each other now embrace

This holy tide of Christmas

All others doth deface

Oh tidings of comfort and joy

Comfort and joy

Oh tidings of comfort and joy-Random Christmas Carol
Ok that's it, I hope you enjoyed it! Review!