Ok here is the next installment of WWW (What can go Wrong will go Wrong.) I do not own Van Helsing, any of the songs, or the opening line " Dawn came early with rosy fingers" that is from the Odyssey. Enjoy!
Knnyphph- Yes, the chapter was indeed longer, though this one is shorter than the last one. Very sorry.
What is a friar to think? Hmm… bwa hahahaaaa!
Napoleon: Shush, you're scaring the locals.
You're so cute when you're mad! (Hugs Napoleon who gets even madder)
Dracula: What about me? Wait I didn't say that!
That's ok I think you're cute all the time. (Hugs Dracula as well) It's a cornucopia of love!
Nappy and Drac: (Sweat drop)
Nekodra K. Dracula L- Glad you liked ze chapter. (Happy Dance with two unwilling men)
Nappy: This is doing nothing for my propaganda…
That's nice.
Dracula: (Considers your offer of blood) I'll look into… maybe… (nudge, nudge, wink, wink, you know what I mean…) Ahem, as for the bride offer, as of now I don't need one, I have all the, eh, comfort I need. But if I am ever in… need… I will look you up.
Napoleon: (blinks and stares at Dracula) Pervert.
Dracula: Shush.
Ok… anyway, the two men here hope you enjoy this chapter. (As does the Authoress)
Discussions part one.
She never drinks the water
And makes you order
French champagne
Once you've has a taste of her
You'll never be the same
Yeah, she'll make you go insane
-Santana
Dawn came early with rosy fingers, slowly waking the sleeping trio.
"Gerruf Dracula." Van groaned as he tried to push the man off him. Almost instantly he felt a sharp pain course down his arm. "Fuck." He cringed and stopped moving.
"Hmm, Gabriel what are you- are you ok?" Dracula said as he rolled off the man and turned to look at him.
"I'm fine." Van said as he quickly covered up his shoulder. Dracula raised a skeptical eyebrow at him.
"Last time you said that you turned into a werewolf and almost killed me…" Dracula trailed off as he slid off the bed and rummaged through the luggage. "Where did the monk put the medical supplies?" Dracula asked after a few minutes.
"In my saddle bag I believe." Van said, resenting getting hurt. He hated it when people helped him. I feel like such a burden. I don't want to complain because they might think that I'm being whiney… Dracula shouldn't be doing this for me, he shouldn't… I can do this on my own… Gah! Arm hurts, ok maybe I can't… But after this I won't complain… Not that I complained in the first place, but still…
Dracula walked over with his hands full of bandages and ointments. "I haven't done this in a while so you will have to help me. Which ointment is the best?" The array of ointments and powders lay displayed on the end of the bed.
"That one, the red one." Van pointed to the one near the end. Dracula picked it up and set it aside.
"Anything else?"
"The one to the far right, yellow. Yes that one. It's to help disinfect it." Dracula obeyed and set it aside as well. He then reached forward and began undoing Van's shirt; he slipped it off and tossed it ontop of the pillow. He then inspected the cut.
It was about an inch and half inch and a quarter in diameter and about an inch deep, it just reached the bone. Dracula winced as a bit of puss oozed out.
"I hate dogs…" He muttered as he began applying the salves to the wound. After he was done he placed some clean cotton on it to stop the bleeding and wrapped a bandage around it. "There, that should be good. If it starts to get infected tell me ok." Dracula pulled away and began to put away the medical supplies.
"Van? What's going on?" A drowsy voice asked from across the room.
"Dracula was bandaging up my arm." Van said as he slid his shirt back on.
"Oh." Carl sat up and looked around, wiping the sleep from his eyes. "You didn't sleep together did you?" He asked as he pulled his clothes on.
Silence.
"You did didn't you?" Carl said accusingly.
"I wasn't about to sleep on the floor." Van said defensively. His vest and cloak were on and he was helping Dracula pack up the few things that they had taken out.
Carl didn't say anything; instead he busied himself with cleaning up. A tension began to develop, as the three stayed silent.
"Van I need to speak with you." Carl said finally. Van blinked out of a daze and looked at Carl.
"About what?"
"It's private." Confusion crossed onto Van's face.
"Ok…" He said as he let the bag he had in his hand drop to the floor. He then followed Carl out of the door. The two walked downstairs to the same spot that Van and Dracula had been the previous night.
"What is it?" Van asked as the barmaid brought them some coffee.
"What's going on between you and Dracula?" Carl asked, deciding to not beat around the bush.
"What?" Van's face paled a bit as he set his coffee down.
"There's something going on and I want to know what it is." The friar said accusingly. Van bit his lip, wondering whether he should tell Carl or not. He finally decided that the friar had been in the dark long enough.
"Well it began back in the 1400's…" He said as he launched into Dracula and his tale.
End
With your love
Show me how to live
'Cause you are made of me
And I am made of you
With your life
Show me how to give
You are made of me
And I am made of you
-Santana
Ok that's it for now mes amies. I hope you liked it and review si vous plait.
Dracula: Why the French?
I have to practice it.
Napoleon: I don't like French, to hard. We should all speak Corsican.
That's nice. Ok, Review!