Ok here I am with the next chapter… I am on somewhat of a roll… Why they might get out of Germany this weekend! (There's an idea)

Dracula: Finally.

Shush. Now I don't own Van Helsing or the song. Nightwish owns the song and Van Helsing is owned by Dracula, I mean Bram Stoker, Universal Studios etc.

The Perfect Gift, part six
"Where are we heading?" Van asked once they entered cold outside. Dracula didn't say anything, just grabbed his hand and pulled him along at a light sprint. Well a light sprint for him, not for Van.

"Slow down." He gasped as he followed Dracula. Dracula suddenly stopped and dragged Van over to a group of people singing on the street. Their voices where haunting and sent small chills up his spine.

I wish I had an angel
For one moment of love
I wish I had your angel tonight

Deep into a dying day
I took a step outside an innocent heart
Prepare to hate me fall when I may
This night will hurt you like never before

Old loves they die hard
Old lies they die harder

I wish I had an angel
For one moment of love
I wish I had your angel
Your Virgin Mary undone

I'm in love with my lust
Burning angelwings to dust
I wish I had your angel tonight

I'm going down so frail n cruel
Drunken disguise changes all the rules

Old loves they die hard
Old lies they die harder
I wish I had an angel
For one moment of love
I wish I had your angel
Your Virgin Mary undone

I'm in love with my lust
Burning angelwings to dust
I wish I had your angel tonight

Greatest thrill
Not to kill
But to have the prize of the night
Hypocrite
Wannabe friend
13th disciple who betrayed me for nothing!

Last dance, first kiss
Your touch my bliss
Beauty always comes with dark thoughts

I wish I had an angel
For one moment of love
I wish I had your angel
Your Virgin Mary undone

I'm in love with my lust
Burning angelwings to dust
I wish I had your angel tonight

Van blinked slowly as the song ended, rudely waking him from his revere. He found himself standing on the edge of the crowd; Dracula was leaning against him his head slightly on his chest.

The group smiled at everyone, thanked them, then started to pack up their interments.

"Merry Christmas Gabriel." A soft voice whispered into his ear. Van smiled and slipped an arm around the Count's waste.

"Merry Christmas Vlad."

End
Bwa hahahaaa, finally a little bit of fluff… Just a little… (Sigh) Hope you all liked it. Please review!