Nekodra K. Dracula L – Yes Napoleon is tall for me as well. But if you think about it most men are 5' 11" or 6' so in that retrospect Napoleon is rather short.
Dracula: Ha!
Napoleon: (glares at Dracula) Stupid heathen monster… (Grumble, grumble)
Am very sorry that it was to short. (Nods) but I often find good stopping points so I can't make it to long.
Dracula: ack! I have to many people clinging to me!
That's cuz you are cute.
Napoleon: Oy! What about me?
Don't worry I love you to Napoleon.
Napoleon: (does happy dance)
Knnyphph – Is your name an acronym? Just wondering. Yes Napoleon is spiffy and I am glad that you are liking my story. This is the second one? Ooooo, spiffy, what was the first one?
Ok that was all. I hope you enjoy this chapter, it's a bit longer than the past one.
We are in deep doo doo
My fall will be for you
My fall will be for you
My love will be in you
If you be the one to cut me
Ill bleed forever-Nightwish
The travel through the forest was hard. Cold wind and snow cut through their cloaks and the food soon went bad. Van and Carl where lacking sleep and Dracula was lacking food.
"This is a long way Gabriel." Dracula whispered to the monster slayer late one night. Van nodded, it did seem odd that it was taking this long. "It shouldn't be this long, something is wrong." Van nodded in agreement again.
"I think we took a wrong turn somewhere." He said, Dracula nodded. That's when he blinked slowly, confusion setting over his face.
"Remember that dog that Carl found?" He asked. Van blinked then slowly nodded. "What happened to it?"
Van shrugged, "It must have run away, I haven't seen it for a while now."
"Huh, the Monk never mentioned it."
"Aw well, we have more pressing matters on our mind." Dracula nodded in agreement. They both stared into the fire, each wondering where they were.
"Could you transform and go find the nearest town." Van asked. Dracula bit his lip and pondered the idea.
"I could, but I rather not… But it seems it would be our only chance." Van nodded another silence fell upon them.
"I will go forward, wait here, once I find the city I will come back here and tell you." Dracula stood and stretched. Hunger pain slashed threw him as Van stood. He found his eyes resting on the man's neck. No, I can't think of that… Not now, I will feed when I get to the city…
"Ok, I will see you soon." Dracula morphed in a split second then leapt into the sky.
"Can you trust him?" A soft voice asked. Van sighed and turned around.
"I am sure we can trust him Carl. There were times when he could have left us… or done worse to us but he didn't." Van sat back down and went back to his hobby of staring into embers.
"It's just… I'm not sure…" The friar's voice trailed off as he took a seat next to Van. His fingers laced together like embroidery. He's a vampire… not to be trusted… But maybe if Van can trust him I can too… also Van… he's been acting weird lately, or maybe I am just getting nervous. Carl shifted a bit, drew his knees up to his chest and rested his chin on them.
"You've been acting weird Van." Carl suddenly found himself saying. Van glanced up, a startled look on his face.
"Weird? How?" He asked, a bit of wariness in his voice.
"Well… you have suddenly started trusting Dracula… it's just odd for you to trust someone that quickly, I know you don't trust me… well you do, just not with secrets, and I know you have told him things that I don't know about." Carl stopped, instantly wishing he could take back what he said.
"… I haven't told him anything that you don't know… It's more… he's told me things." Van paused, considering his options on how much he should tell his companion.
"Do you like him?"
That question caught Van off guard, "Wha-what?"
"Like a friend, I mean you act friendly enough around him, I was just wondering what category he goes under in your mind." Carl placed his words carefully, hoping Van would tell him.
"He… he goes under his own category… I honestly don't know where I would put him." Van said as he pulled his cloak around him tighter.
Suddenly he felt himself go flying forward. His body was propelled into the fire; he quickly scrambled out and looked around. His assailant was no where to be seen.
"Van, Van! Are you ok?" Carl asked as he came running up, holding Van's sword.
"Ya, I'm fine." He said as he scanned the area. He couldn't see anything, but the forest around them was pretty dark. That's when a dark body came out of know where, straight at Van. He whipped out a dagger and held it in front of him, the large body fell against it, but not before a thick fang dug into Van's shoulder.
"Ahh." Van cried as the weight of the beast dragged him down. Once the creature stopped thrashing Van managed to dislodge himself from the creature. When he stood back he finally realized what it was.
"What is it with me and large canines?" Van moaned as he pressed some cloth to his wound. The giant wolf was lying on the ground motionless. It had a thick fur coat and a white streak going down its back.
"It's Fenrir." Carl whispered in aw. Van raised an eyebrow at him.
"Who's Fenrir?"
"The son of the god Loki and the giantess Angerboda. He was supposedly captured… But I reason that he broke free." Carl said, his voice shaking slightly.
"You're telling me that I just killed the son of a god?" Disbelief filled Van's voice.
"Yes… Pretty much."
"We're in for hell now."
Oh, you know I have seen
A sky with no sun
A man with no nation
Saints captive in chains
A song with no name
For lack of imagination-Shakira
End
Ok hope you all enjoyed! If I got any of the mythology stuff wrong please tell me. I know Fenrir would not have died that easily so ya… don't get your knickers in a twist I will explain it all.
Ok please review! If you do you will make Dracula, Nappy-chan, and I happy.
Oh I just realized that Nightwish (the band I use lots of lyrics from) is Nordic… how ironic. (I did not mean for that to happen, it just did… which is spiffy)