Hi! I am back with a longer chapter. I do not own most of this, well at least the prayers, the song, and the following quote.

"History is just a bunch of lies that people happen to agree upon." The quote is owned by the all powerful all mighty Napoleon Bonaparte. Also I don't own the title. I took it from some lyrics.

Ok the one review.

Nekodra K. Dracula L- I am sorry (bows) I just couldn't get the chapter to work. Yes of course Dracula got the best gift, he's Dracula.

Dracula: I can't do much about her writing short chapters… And I am immune to the P.D.E's (Puppy Dog Eyes) cause she uses them on me all the time.

Heheh… Ok glad you enjoyed!

Heaven isn't close in a place like this

"I sit alone in my bedroom

Staring at the walls

I've been up all darn nightlong

My pulse is speeding

My love is yearning"

-Green Day

History is just a bunch of lies that people happen to agree upon. Dracula smiled a little as he dog-eared the page. Napoleon knew what he was talking about… Hmm, Gabriel and the monk/friar should be back soon. He stood and stretched out his arms, feeling the blood, or whatever bodily fluids he had run through them. After standing there and regaining a more awake mind he grabbed his cloak and set out for the streets.

The people mingled around in large groups and pressed themselves against the store windows, making last minute wishes and dreams. The crowds thinned out as he got farther from town. He passed by old fields and orchards, all of which were dry and fruitless. The gray sky seemed to spread out for miles. After a few minutes of walking he stopped in front of a large gothic style building. The stone was cold and grey, leaving you with a chilling feeling. The stain glass windows were the only things worth noting. They seemed to have a warmth to them; each depicted a scene from the Bible. The gothic style towers shot straight up into the sky, making the church look more impending than it already was. Inside Dracula could here the light chanting voices of two or three people.

Angele Dei,

qui custos es mei,

Me tibi commissum pietate superna;

Hodie illumina, custodi, rege, et guberna.

Amen.

A small smile played over Dracula's lips as he pushed open the heavy church door.

"Gabriel, oh Gabriel, I believe you're late." Dracula said as he walked down the isle. Van and Carl both turned eyes wide and mouths slightly open.

"Dracu- Vlad?' Van stuttered as he quickly walked over to the vampire, blocking him from the view of the priest. Carl stood there in limbo, unsure of what to do.

"What are you doing here Vlad?" Van hissed. Dracula put on a coy smile and side stepped away from the monster hunter.

"Onto first names now are we Gabriel?' He said as he walked further down the isle. The altar loomed ahead, decorated in white and gold, traditional colors for the Christmas time. In the center was the crucifix, in all its grotesque glory.

"What are you playing at Vlad, why are you here?" Van asked vehemently. He stalked forward and grabbed Dracula's shoulder and turned him towards him.

"It's rather simple Gabriel." Dracula said as he removed Van's hand and knelt down in front of the altar. He turned toward them, "I am seeing if God has truly forsaken me."

Van and Carl stood there; shocked would be an understatement. The Preist that was with them looked at them with evident confusion.

"Confiteor Deo omnipotenti, beatae Mariae semper Virgini, beato Michaeli Archangelo, beato Ioanni Baptistae, sanctis Apostolis Petro et Paulo, et omnibus Sanctis, quia peccavi nimis cogitatione, verbo et opere: mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. Ideo precor beatam Mariam semper Virginem, beatum Michaelem Archangelum, beatum Ioannem Baptistam, sanctos Apostolos Petrum et Paulum, et omnes Sanctos, orare pro me ad Dominum Deum nostrum. Amen."

Dracula paused when he was done. His head still bowed, but more like he was awaiting a punishment than finishing a prayer. After a bit he slowly stood and blinked. He was about to walk away when he stopped and made the sign of the cross, "In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. Amen."

"Well…" Dracula said as he faced the stunned and confused group. "At least God didn't smite me."

The preist of the church stepped forward suddenly. "I am terribly lost good sirs, but what has happened?" He eyes swept the group. Instantly Van pulled Dracula and Carl into a huddle.

"Should we tell him?' He asked. Dracula shook his head.

"Not everything. Only that we are passing threw." Dracula whispered back.

"What about your…" Carl paused and looked at Dracula who appeared to be thinking about it.

"I will tell as much as I wish. I want to get to know him first." Dracula stood up along with the other two and turned to face the priest who looked like he just swallowed something sour.

"We are just travelers passing threw." Van said to start of the ball rolling.

"I gathered that much sir, but what of him?" the preist said as he motioned to Dracula.

"Eh…"

"I am a…" Dracula stopped and appeared to be fishing around for the right word. " A… a… well it started a long time ago… a… hmm… I can't… no." He stopped and blinked, gathering his thoughts. "I am a vampire, and my name is Vladicious Dracula."

When I was younger

I thought the world circled around me

But in time I realized I was wrong

My immortal thoughts turned into just dreams of a dead future

It was a tragic case of my reality

Why does my life have to be so small?

Yet death is forever

And does forever have a life to call its own?

-Green Day

End
Ok that's it for now… Oy, I keep getting side tracked and never getting to the cute Van/Drac scene I have going on in my head. As a note, the preist will get a name and he is not going to be a main character… Ok now for stupid Latin translations.

Angele Dei,

qui custos es mei,

Me tibi commissum pietate superna;

Hodie illumina, custodi, rege, et guberna.

Amen.

Translation: Angel of God,

my guardian dear,

To whom his love commits me here;

Ever this (day, night) be at my side,

To light and guard, to rule and guide.

Amen.

Confiteor Deo omnipotenti, beatae Mariae semper Virgini, beato Michaeli Archangelo, beato Ioanni Baptistae, sanctis Apostolis Petro et Paulo, et omnibus Sanctis, quia peccavi nimis cogitatione, verbo et opere: mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. Ideo precor beatam Mariam semper Virginem, beatum Michaelem Archangelum, beatum Ioannem Baptistam, sanctos Apostolos Petrum et Paulum, et omnes Sanctos, orare pro me ad Dominum Deum nostrum. Amen

Translation:
I confess to almighty God, to blessed Mary ever Virgin, to blessed Michael the Archangel, to blessed John the Baptist, to the holy apostles Peter and Paul, and to all the saints that I have sinned exceedingly in thought, word, and deed, through my fault, through my fault, through my most grievous fault. Therefore, I beseech blessed Mary ever Virgin, blessed Michael the Archangel, blessed John the Baptist, the holy apostles Peter and Paul, and all the saints, to pray for me to the Lord our God. Amen.

In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. Amen

Translation:
In name of the father, the son, and the holy spirit. Amen

Ok that's it. Those took forever to find. Back then (1800's?) they all spoke in Latin.

Another side note, the reference to "grotesque glory" about the crucifix, I mean no harm or insult and I am sorry if I have. But if you think about it, it's an ancient killing device with a dead and or dying guy on it. Not the happiest thing.

Ok that's it for now. Please review!