Ok here is the next installment… I am sorry for the long delay… well here it is!

Catalina Tavington- Glad that it vas perfect timing… (nods) Ah ya my family tends to look on the bright side of death as well. But we cremate people so I don't get to see and/or touch dead bodies… though the looking at isn't that bad.

Aw, I am sorry about your Aunt. It seems everyone has been dieing lately. But I hope she gets better.

Kokoro Okami- You have to realize that Dracula was brought up to be a ruler. He would have been taught how to get peoples attention and how to great them properly. He also would have had many lessons (well before and after he was captured by the Turks) on public speaking, how to behave etc. But enough on him and his education.

Dracula: You can never have enough of me.

Napoleon: Now there's a conceited individual.

Dracula: Shush.

Thank you for ze chocolate I will be handing it out later. (nods) that's if I don't eat it first.

Dracula: You better hand it over or else.

Riiight… Anyway thanks for the review.

Kaiya- Ya our internet was down for about a week because DSL sucks. No comment on the Carl finding out thing, you will just have to keep reading.

Oh but it is a Very Pretty Arse
Dracula scowled as he paced around the village square for the millionth time.

"Ok, where haven't we looked?" Dracula asked as he rounded on Van who had been sitting not to far away minding his own business.

"Um… the graveyard." Dracula chuckled but quickly composed himself.

"Don't be morbid Van."

"Oh no, we could never be morbid Mr. I look on the bright side of death." Van said sarcastically. Dracula glared at him but kept silent, running possibilities of the friar's disappearance through his head.

Van scowled and glanced around the square. Carl had been missing for over four hours and no one had seen him. Finally after fruitless hours of search Van and Dracula returned to the hotel. Both where extremely put out and decided that the best thing would be to get a good night sleep. (Well for Van at least)

The night wore on with extreme dullness till the clock finally hit six o'clock.

"Gabriel… Gabriel…. Oh Gabriel… WAKE UP!" Van groaned and rolled over and glared at Dracula.

"Why should I?" He asked as he pulled the blankets over his head.

"Because your fat arse is on my leg causing it to fall asleep."

Van didn't say anything for a moment but eventually rolled over. "Oh but it is a very pretty arse." Dracula made a face but didn't say anything. "Let me sleep a bit more ok?"

"Fine Gabriel, sleep I am going to go out in a bit to look for the monk."

Van nodded and slid back under the covers.

"Lazy human." Dracula muttered as he prepared to leave. His comment received a muffled reply.

"Am not!"

Dracula chuckled but didn't say anything, choosing to leave in silence instead.

Once on the streets he decided to start searching the town again. He started on the out skirts and slowly worked his way in. By 10 he had reached the middle of the town and found Van waiting for him.

"Haven't seen him?" He asked. Dracula shook his head.

"You just got up I presume?" He asked as he sat down next to the man.

"No, I was going around for the past hour or so asking people if they saw him."

"Any leads?"

"One."

"Do tell." They both stood up and starting to walk. Where exactly they didn't know, but stuff like that isn't important.

"Well I dragged along the translator guy… I forgot his name, but anyway. We went to talk to this guy who lives on a farm just outside of town and he said that he saw a man that fit our description walking out of town. He was in a hurry and he didn't return – or if he did the farmer didn't see him." Van finished as they had reached the outskirts of the town. (Handy that they where heading that way, eh?)

Dracula paused and looked around. It was peaceful, fresh snow covered the ground and icicles hung from the trees.

"Shall we head out a bit?" Dracula asked. Van nodded and started to push forward through the knee-deep snow. After an hour of searching they cam upon a small glade, the snow was mucked up and turned to muddy slosh. In the center was evidence of a fire.

"So there was a group of people here… and they stayed for a few nights then left." Van said as he walked around the campsite. Dracula scowled and stared off into the woods around them. He had worried about this; Van picked up on his discomfort and questioned him about it.

"I was worried about this from the beginning Gabriel. I don't trust people easily – and with good reason. I diffidently didn't trust your Friar."

"Are you saying that Carl is selling us out?'

"Possibly." Dracula paused. "It is likely Gabriel – hear me out – he pretty much sold you out when you where a werewolf."

"Not all the way! He didn't tell Rome about me, trust me Dracula he isn't selling us out!" Van turned and stalked away, snow crunching underneath his feet. "I refuse to believe that he sold me – us – out."

TBC
Ok that's it for now. (Ducks behind rock as Carl fans start launching attacks)

Dracula: …

Help me!

Dracula: You brought it upon yourself…

Napoleon: Ok they now have how many people after them? Three – four?

Three, the Valkyrie, Loki and the random church people.

Napoleon: ah… (Turns to Dracula) Ha sucks for you!

Dracula; Shut up.

Ok you two, settle down. Anyway please review!