Author's Note:

It's been awhile, I know. Don't kill me. If you still have any interest in this story I hope you enjoy it. I'm actually supposed to be writing a college essay now but the topic is stupid. Something about writing how community service makes you feel. Come on, is there anything more dull? Anyway, thanks to enigmagirl2727 and to Fortune Zyne for reviewing. I promise to write the next chapter soon. I think I have a plan, otherwise known as a plot.

Chapter #6

"All right," Jill Nikmis said to the other two teachers with her as they walked into the pub, "you should let me do all the talking."

"Why can't we talk?" demanded Andrea Hiracep turning to glare at Jill.

"Yeah," Anne Snave added, "why are you more qualified to talk then us?"

"You," Jill pointed at Anne, "spend all your time talking to horses. And you," she turned to Andrea who was still glaring at her, "would threaten possible witnesses and then they will not give us answers." Andrea and Anne exchanged glances and then Anne spoke up.

"Granted, you're right. But," she continued, "that doesn't mean I don't resent the fact."

"Sometimes you need to threaten people," added Andrea with a scowl.

"Come on," Jill said ignoring Andrea, "let's start asking questions."

An hour later they had asked everyone in the pub and had found out nothing. Annoyed they left and began to walk down the street. They were still close to the pub, however, when they heard a man screaming.

Without a word they followed the sound into an alleyway off the main road. By the dead end at the end of the alley was a man, he was clutching his head and screaming on his knees.

"Get out of my head," he yelled throwing himself onto the ground.

"Do you have a-" Jill began but Andrea interrupted her.

"Right here," she said throwing Jill a lethal looking dagger.

"No," Jill cried, "I need a cross or some holy water!"

"Here," Anne reached up and pulled her necklace off and handing the gold cross to Jill.

"I saw a church back down the street," Andrea said, "I'll get some holy water." Jill handed the dagger over to Andrea, who shook her head. "You'd better keep the knife, he looks shifty." They all looked at the man writhing on the ground.

Finally the three teachers had soaked the man in holy water and put the cross around him and he was no longer possessed. They helped him back to the bar they all sat around a table with quite large mugs in front of them, and they weren't drinking milk.

"And that's all I remember," the man concluded, "I saw that face in my mirror and it all goes blank."

"Classic possession," Jill concluded.

"So you're the expert," Anne said to Jill, "what did it?"

"This is Transylvania," Jill sighed, "it could be anything."

"You're sure you don't remember anything?"

"Nothing," the man answered Andrea.

"Think real hard," Anne pleaded, "we're trying to find two girls-"

"Wait," the man said suddenly standing up, "I remember something!"

Mina and Rosita were soon struggling up the mountain. Their going was slow because of the steep, rocky terrain. Night had fallen and it was hard to see. They could tell that one wrong move would send them hurtling back down amid thousands of falling rocks.

Luckily their training at the Knights Of The Holy Order School was coming in handy. Mina was sure that without the training that she had gotten at the school she never would have had the stamina to get herself this far up the mountain.

"So they're going to the top of Devil's Mountain? That," Anne was saying, "doesn't sound good."

"Let's go," Andrea said standing up, "if we hurry we might catch them."

Lydian, Van Helsing, Frank, Carl, and Patrick Eivets were traveling along a well beaten path. After hearing where her daughter was headed Lydian had insisted on setting off for Transylvania immediately.

"Wait," Van Helsing said stopping his horse and squinting through the darkness, "look." He dismounted and pointed at the ground.

"I don't see anything," Patrick said dismissively.

"You're not looking hard enough," Van Helsing said with an eye roll at the teacher, "there's a set of footprints here." Lydian dismounted and bent down to look at the prints.

"One of those prints is my daughter's," she proclaimed.

"How do you know?" Carl panted, nearly falling off the horses in exhaustion.

"It's a mother thing," Lydian answered simply.

"Then let's head up," Frank said also dismounting, "we can leave the horses here."

"Finally," Rosita managed to say throwing herself on the ground, "we made it to the top of this stupid mountain."

"I don't see any gypsies here," Mina moaned in a discouraged voice, "in fact it hardly looks big enough for a group of gypsies to camp up here."

They both looked around. The only thing at the top was an oddly shaped rock. It was flat on the top and about the size of a stool. Suddenly Mina walked over to it.

"Did you hear something?" she asked.

"No," Rosita said following her, "what did you hear?"

They both looked at the top of the rock and abruptly gasped. There was a drawing on it identical to the engraving on the ring Van Helsing had given Mina when she started at The Knights Of The Holy Order.

The rock suddenly burned red hot. Then the mountain erupted. Rosita and Mina were thrown off. Also Jill, Andrea, and Anne found themselves on a mountain that all of the sudden had exploded. The same thing was happening to Lydian, Van Helsing, Frank, Carl, and Patrick. When the smoking rubble of the mountain began to clear only one person was standing.

Dracula surveyed the destruction around him with a wide grin. Looking at the horizon he saw that the sun would be up soon. He would have to exact his personal revenge later. But that was all right. The daylight would only delay his plans, not cancel them.

Other Author's Note:

Yes, Dracula has finally shown up. It took longer then I thought but what can you do?

Not much.