Ok here we go with another chapter. I hope you all like it and I am going to reply to comments because I feel like! Take that FFnet…heheh…

Kaiya – well I felt like replying now so I am… Power to Romanian songs.

HughJackmanFan – I will try and write longer chapters but it may be hard with schoolwork and such.

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Van shot a round of bullets at the lithe figure but he missed every time. Michael grinned as he grabbed Van around the neck and pulled him close. Dracula growled and pulled out a gun, aiming it just above Van's shoulder.

"I wouldn't do that, Nosferatu." Michael said coldly as he nudged a gun against the small of Van's back. Dracula scowled and lowered his gun a notch.

"What do you want, priest?" He asked icily.

"I have been ordered to bring him," he shook Van, "back alive as for you…" A sadistic grin split his face. "I can either kill you or bring you in alive. My choice, and you have been really pissing me off so I think I'll kill you and dispose of your fucking body in the woods." His grin widened. "No one will know what happened."

A small smirk formed on Dracula's lips as Michael loosed his grip on Van. In a split second, the priest was up against a tree with Dracula's hand buried in his stomach. His eyes went wide in shock and blood dribbled out of the side of his mouth as Dracula ripped out his intestines and let them drop to the ground. He then stepped back and licked his hand as he watched the lifeless body fall.

Van just stood, eyes wide and mouth open. "You – I – how?" He couldn't say much more.

"Really Gabriel you must learn to complete your sentences. Anyway, he should not have left his guard down… stupid really. Well, shall we go?" He turned and gave Van a smile; blood stained his lips and a few of his teeth. Van nodded numbly and walked stiffly out of the forest. He had forgotten how fast Dracula could move and how deadly he was. It was easy to forget that he didn't need a weapon to kill someone and that he was faster and stronger than any human was. He shivered a little as he watched the vampire finished licking the blood of his hand with a satisfied smile.

Clouds hung in the sky as the afternoon drew to a close. They had walked a great deal and were longing for a comfortable bed. Van scowled as he heard his stomach growl. He could have sworn he just ate an hour or so ago. Checking his pocket watch he realized that it was more like six hours ago.

They neared a small down and decided to stay there for the night. The place had only one inn so it wasn't very hard to decide where to lodge. Upon entering the main room, Van discovered it was small, quite crowded and very smelly, much like all the other places they had been to. He let his eyes scan the room and felt his jaw drop as he spotted a figure he thought he would never see again.

"It's Carl." He said, his voice barely a whisper. Dracula followed his gaze and scowled.

"Bloody bastard… was probably travelling with that priest." Dracula muttered.

Carl sighed and sipped his drink; unaware of the hostile stares he was receiving from two very pissed off men. Michael had been gone for more than half the day and he really didn't want to have to go looking for him, not when he knew that Van and Dracula were –

"Hello Carl." Carl froze as he watched Van and Dracula walk up to his table. The former had a grim smile on his face and the latter looked rather smug.

Carl managed to utter a greeting in response. His face went two shades paler as he saw the two take seats at his table. Van motioned to the waitress to bring him a drink and Dracula fixed him with a beady stare.

"Scared, Friar?" He said after a bit. Carl said nothing. He chuckled darkly, "You should be. I killed your little friend today, he's now lying on the ground in the middle of a forest with his intestines scattered around him." Dracula said this all with a mark of satisfaction in his voice. Carl felt his dinner churning in his stomach. He said still nothing.

"Why did you sell us out?" Van asked while regarding Carl with a skeptical look. All warmth and trust that had once been in his eyes was gone and Carl knew that it would never be back.

"I –er – well I don't know exactly." He murmured while bowing his head in shame under their scornful gazes.

"Some friend you are." Dracula muttered in disgust. "You sell out you friend over what? A stupid liaison. I thought you where better than that, apparently I was wrong."

Carl said nothing; all he could hear was his heart hammering in his chest and the clamor going on around them.

"Come on Gabriel, let's go." Dracula stood and Van followed suite.

"Some day I'll tell you." Whispered Carl as he watched the two leave.

Dracula stalked ahead of Van as the two left the town after deciding it wouldn't be the greatest idea to stay there in case there were other Vatican officials.

Van sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He could help but think of what Odin had said, that wolf that he had killed (well, tried to kill) was looking for them. The two walked on in silence as the moon rose higher into the sky, bathing them in milky light. Dracula stopped and waited for Van to catch up, once he did, he turned to him.

"Do you want to stop?" He asked as he took of Van's hat and placed it back on his head. Van shrugged as he fixed the hat.

"I guess so, we can sleep over there." He motioned vaguely to the woods off to his left. The two deviated from the road and soon found a palatable spot to lie down. Van found himself snuggling up to Dracula who wrapped his arms around the drowsy vampire hunter.

"Bon soir, mon amour." He murmured as he ran his fingers through Van's hair.

Morning came and Van found himself being roused by Dracula.

"Up Gabriel." He said in a hurried whisper. "Up now, come on we have to go."

"Why?" He mumbled as he rubbed sleep from his eyes.

"Because we are being watched, now come on up." Van woke up rather quickly after that, but not quick enough. As soon as he was standing he felt a sharp blow to his head and found himself falling forward as darkness consumed him.

TBC
Haha, such bad luck for our heroes. My god that sounded like a bad sitcom or something.

Dracula: I remember the bad 50's sitcoms.
Napoleon: You actually watched them?
Dracula: I had nothing better to do besides what were you doing in the 50's?
Napoleon: Having really great sex with Michael and Raphael.
Everyone: …(crickets)
Napoleon: No, actually I was sitting around listening to all the dead people whine about their lives and what they should have done.
Dracula: Ok that sounds more realistic. Because if you where having sex with Michael and Raphael I was wondering if you could get me hooked up with Azrael, he refuses to speak to me.
Van: What about me?
Dracula: You can come to.
Van: Ok.

ANYWAY! A tad off topic there, ok please review… and I will start typing the next chapter (I have part of it written out)