I am sorry for the delay in the update. I have had terrible writers block so I pretty much wrote this in sections (as you will soon notice some parts are good and some are bad) Anyway time to do reviews.

Kokoro- The offer of chocolate is always a good thing. Dark chocolate is even better. Thank you for doing the search, I'm not sure on the reliability of the information, a friend told me but I am just making sure.

Dracula: If they even THINK about touching my castle then their lives shall pay in forfeit.

To much Romeo and Juliet for you. And yes I am sure that Dracula is enjoying the attention.

Kaiya- Yes religion can be an arse at times. I'm not saying anything about Carl. As for the sequel, I have it all mapped out in my mind so I need to hurry up and finish this and write the sequel. I might write a third story but that's it.

I am also contemplating on writing a story about the history between Drac and Van.

Dracula: Oh Yes but it is much more than this. We have such history, you and I, Gabriel. Have you ever wondered why you have such horrible nightmares – horrific scenes of battles past?

Van: How do you know me?

Dracula: So, would you like me to refresh your memory a little, hmmm? A few details of your sordid past. (Van whips out cross, Dracula shows off etc.) Perhaps that is a conversation for another time. Allow me… to reintroduce myself. I am Count Vladislaus Dracula (pronounced Draculea) Born, 1422, murdered 1462.

-Van Helsing

Yes, I believe that speaks volumes.

Translators are Evil
A scowl formed on Dracula's lips as he looked out on the crowd. It was made up of all able bodied men that had weapons and all able bodied men that had things that could inflict damage, i.e. heavy books, pans, pitch forks, mother-in laws etc.

"Is this all Gabriel?" Dracula whispered to his companion who merely nodded in reply. Dracula looked out at the crowd then shrugged and turned away. "It'll do." He muttered as he and Van walked away.

"So… where are the Valkyrie positioned?" Van asked, his voice a whisper. The two had walked over to a small table off to the side of the square. On the table was a map of Norway, a few farmers stood around along with the translator whose name no one can remember. (Probably because it's obscure)

"According to the farmers, the Valkyrie come in from the north west. Around here." The translator said as pointed to the province of Buskerud. "We are assuming that they are coming from the mountains in this region. There are villages but they are few and far between. Dracula made a face as he stared at the map.

"Sounds like home." He said then turned to one of the farmers.

"How often do they attack?" He asked. The translator turned and relayed the message. The farmers shifted a bit the answered. The translator paused, nodded a bit then turned to Dracula.

"About twice a week. They should be attacking today or tomorrow." He paused as one of the farmers said something. "They say that they come around one or two in the morning. They make a big raucous; sometimes killing chickens and cows before actually entering the town."

Dracula nodded then turned back to the map. The closest town to Oslo was Drammen, but they had already sent supplies and men. A sighed escaped his lips as he ran his fingers over the map. Normally one goes into battle a bit more prepared but this would have to do.

He turned and gave Van a smile. "Well, what are we waiting for? It is good weather and the day is long."

Van nodded and turned to leave but one of the farmers stepped forward and grabbed his arm, speaking franticly. Van turned and looked at the translator.

"He says that the Valkyrie will know and that they will come to kill you all when you are least suspecting it, and possibly eat your remains." A wry smile formed on his lips and he pried the old man's arms off him.

"Well then, lets get this movable feast on the road." He then left the tent with a grim smile on his face.

The nights where the hardest part of the march. Cold biting winds ripped through the valley that they where in. Van shivered and wrapped his cloak around himself. He started to dose off when he heard the crunch of footsteps near him. His eyes flashed open and he looked around, the intruder was only Carl.

"Cold?" He asked jokingly. The friar nodded and sat down near him. A silence fell between them as Carl stared off into the distance.

"Do you think you will live?" Carl asked after a bit. Van looked at him rather startled.

"I've never thought about things like that… I just concentrate on the here and now." He paused and considered his words, "see if you worry about when and how you will die then death will be around you all the time and no one can live life like that." Another pause, "I rather think about how things are now."

The blond friar nodded, his lips in a thin line. "But, how can you not think about death and what it brings? You say that no one can live with death all around them but look at your job! You kill things."

"They are not things Carl, they are people, or once where people and you have to respect the men inside them. I believe I told Cardinal Bianchi this once, but they where men once before. As for the death, I choose not to let it get to me. Death is just another adventure but there is no point in sitting around worrying about it. It will come and when it does I am sure that I will be ready." A small smile curved on his lips as he looked around, "See the mountains Carl? Feel the cold touch of the snow and the wind blasting on your face? That is real Carl, that is the here and now that is what I care about, not some far off thing that I know nothing about." He turned his face towards Carl. "If you want to know what death is like speak with Dracula, he will know more than me." His smile saddened a bit and he turned away.

After a week of journeying they started to find signs of the Valkyrie. Bones littered the grounds at times and the land was empty, stripped of all things good. Birds rarely sang and the few streams they came across where contaminated with god only knows what. The men grew restless as they progressed further into the barren land.

"The men are itching to kill and leave." The translator said his voice low. Dracula scowled and surveyed the group. He had sensed the anxiousness of the men as the days past. To long had they gone without incident, it was not a good sign.

"We will camp soon." Dracula decided as he eyed the setting sun.

"No, I don't think that is on the agenda." Dracula turned toward the translator with horrid realization on his face.

"You son of a –" He was knocked off his horse as the translator suddenly leapt into the air. His hair lengthened and his face paled.

"Naughty language vampire. It's a bad habit." The 'man' turned to the weapon drawn group with a sneer. "You think you can defeat me?" He asked.

"Who, who are you?" Van called up as he ran over to check on Dracula. The 'man' let out a sharp laugh, more like a bark.

"You really don't know do you mortal? I am Loki, brother of Odin and here to extract my revenge." He then broke into laughter as the Valkyrie suddenly surrounded him. "None of you will escape our wrath!" He called as he dove forward into the horrified group.

TBC
Well that's it for now. I hope you all liked it. Sorry that it wasn't that funny or anything.

Oh, one thing I have to do my disclaimers. I don't own Van Helsing and I don't own the line "Lets get this movable feast on the road" that was from The Lost World Jurrasic Park.

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