Carl awoke tangeled in sheets and pillows. He sat up fast and his vision cleared. He wasnt in a giant mass of mint porrigde, he was in his bed, in his room, in his - well, Draculas castle. Maybe he would never get out of here. Maybe only his dreams could take him away from here. Maybe Van Helsing wasn't even looking for him. Maybe he was happy he was gone.

''Or maybe he is looking for me...'' He mumbled before struggling out of bed. He saw that Dracula was sitting on a big red chair in the corner smiling smuggly.

''Well, you have awoken.'' He laughed at him in mock.

''What happened? I jumped from a window. I must have fallen 6 stories or something? How am I still alive? How come I am't spaltered on the ground? Or in pudding?'' Carl questioned angerily.

''You fell out the ground storie window, well, tripped really, and hit your head and knocked yourself out. You seem to have a knack for being in deep sleeps, dont you? It isall you do.'' Dracula smiled as the sotry amused him greatly.

''...'' Carl stared at him for a moment before stalking out the room, and didnt hear Dracula call out,

''You might want to put some clothes on!!!''

''Ok...why am I here? Carl wouldnt even dare to go up there, it's creepy, and empty!'' Van Helsing mumbled to him self, annoyed at getting his clean boots dirty and the whoel fact that Carl was missing, ''Well...I may as well try, I was the one who made this mess...''

He was almost to the top of the hill, and it was pitch black, but he had to keep trying. Carl could be in there, hurt or just plain confused, but he had to find him

Carl had realised his nakednes now. He now had dressed and was wandering. This place was boring. How could he spend enternity in here, if he had nothing to do? He was crawling the walls with boredom. Literaly.

Just then a crash was heard. Carl jumped up and looked around. Nobody was there. It had come from the ground floor. He stepped carefully down the stone steps, protecting himself with a vase he had found. Some help it would be if it was a huge monster. Oh well.

He tiptoed down the cold hallway and caught a glimpse of the monster. It didnt look that big, but none the less, he kept hold of the vase.

Edging closer, he saw what it was -

''VAN HELSING?'' Carl gasped and dropped the vase, and stared at him.

''CARL???!!!! I FOUND YOU!!!'' He smiled and wrapped his arms around Carl tightly, before putting him down.

''Hi...'' Carl looked down at the ground and then back up at Van Helsing. He had a worried look in his eye..

''You've changed...alot.'' Van Helsing's eyebrows knited together in confusion. How could somebody changed so much in a few days??

''I have??'' Carl knew he had, but he didnt want to act like he knew it.

''Yes...you look like death itself! But still, you're here!'' He smiled and put his hand on Carls shoulder, and was surprised when Carl shrugged it off.

''I'm not the same Carl you remember. I've changed...alot.'' Carl whispered.

''Of course, but you're still my friend.''

''I'm a vampire.''

OHOHOHOHOHHOHO! Arent I evil??? Find out what happens next!!!