Chapter 13 (Unlucky!)
Carl listened to Dracula say the words. Carl felt relief, he could be human again. Dracula's face was blank, no expression, not even anger. Carl wondered what the loop was, maybe …
''What's the loop?'' Van Helsing questioned.
''Well... If Carl kills his master, he becomes human once again, as the curse is lifted.'' Dracula said slowly. Carl suddenly knew it was a losing battle. Dracula wouldn't let him kill him, not by a long shot. Besides, Dracula was the strongest vampire in history, and the original, if he killed him, people would think him a hero, when really he was a coward. He already hated this situation.
''Well, that's easy isn't it? You've got nobody in your life, nobody cares if you're here or not, more or less, you're completely alone, aren't you? So let Carl drive a stake through your heart, and problem solved.'' Van Helsing smiled, being his normal, not thinking of others, self.
''Thanks for reminding me!'' Dracula snarled, and stormed out of the hall. Carl felt the need to go after him, but that was quickly washed away but Van Helsing grabbing his shoulder,
''It's simple, isn't it? All you do will be kill him; you can handle it, right? If not, I'll do it.'' Van Helsing seemed to think it was that simple, when Carl knew it wasn't. Things that involved vampires were never simple.
- (Somewhere At the Cold Dark Forgotten Part of the Castle) –
Dracula's claws grabbed at curtains, tapestries, anything in his reach. He howled, grabbing and pulling everything, tearing the room apart. His head felt like it was splitting, and his chest felt pain he'd never felt, not for a long time. He let out an ear piercing scream, and started throwing himself around the room, crashing into the cold hard walls, the wounds he received from it healed instantly. His claws reached up to his own face, and he pushed the steel like nails into his own perfect face, and pulled them downwards.
'Pain. Pain. It's all I ever feel when it comes to him!' His mind screamed at him. He knew it was true. He no longer wished to exist. He wished he could just throw himself out the window, and instead of transforming, and letting his wings glide him to safety, and even if he didn't, he would survive. He hated everything, everybody … except Carl. He couldn't hate him. He … loved him.
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Hey, sorry for the long wait. My computer crashed. I am so sorry! Anyway, I will be doing long chapters next, but I hope you liked this chapter, leave a review.
Dracula: About BLOODY time you updated!
Hey … leave me alone.
Dracula: No, it pisses me off that while you're computer was broken, I had to stand around with tweedle dum and tweedle dee! PLAYING PING PONG!
Van Helsing: Hey, ping pong was fun …
Dracula: No it wasn't! Look, I am not putting up with this ANY longer!
What do you mean … ?
Dracula: I hate you. I've always hated you. I'm going HOME!
Haha! You can't! I paid good money for you, this is your home now!
Dracula: … I hate you guys, I hate you guys so very very much. Words cannot express how much I hate you guys.