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A/N: I am a bad person. I have not updated in forever. (Forever translates into a couple months) But I do thank those of you who sent reviews despite that and encouraged me to get my lazy butt in gear.
Devil's Love
Chapter 11
Carl gazed into the golden eyes of the wolf and saw not himself reflected in them, but Van Helsing's face. His lips quivered, but made no sound. He was going to die. This thought, this knowledge, filled him with sorrow but he still wanted to face death bravely. Like he would. Carl though suddenly, a quick prayer to God…Please, let me go to the same place as…him…
The werewolf's claws tore through his robes and skin like parchment. Carl flew back against the door from the force, his head cracking against the wood. He crumpled on the ground and squeezed his eyes shut. He could feel the blood leaking from the gashes and running down his skin. It hurt…hurt so bad…but the pain would stop soon. The wolf was panting above him.
The end never came; the pain remained.
Carl opened his eyes.
Dracula stood over him, the wolf's wrist caught in his hand. The vampire's knuckles were white from the powerful grip. The eyes of both creatures were interlocked. The wolf continued to keep his hackles raised, a growl deep in his throat.
"He is not for you," Dracula growled. Carl saw his grip tighten on the creature's wrist. At the same time, the friar noticed something else about the vampire. Standing, unafraid and sure of his power, his eyes gleaming, Dracula was almost…majestic.
"He is not for you," Dracula repeated. "He is mine. You will not touch him."
The werewolf's hand went limp in Dracula's grasp. The growls died off. Still staring into the vampire's eyes, it seemed to lose its will. But then it grew darker. Carl shivered as the light faded away from the dank room. He looked towards the broken window, tearing his eyes from Dracula's countenance, to see the moon fade behind the clouds.
The wolf seemed to shrink slightly as it began to shed its fur rapidly. Soon the creature was human again. With a gasp, Carl recognized him. It's…I saw his picture at the Vatican…That's Velkan Valerious!
Velkan's eyelids fluttered and he seemed half-conscious. Dracula threw him to the ground in disgust. The elder Valerious moaned but did not move. Throwing a long, suspicious glance at the prone figure, Dracula turned around to face Carl. He did not seem angry as Carl thought he would have been. In fact, a sardonic smile was playing across his face. "I believe I told you not to leave your room, little friar," he said, kneeling down to eye-level with Carl. "Now you know why."
Placing his cold hand on Carl's arm, Dracula drew the friar up off the floor. Tightening his hold, Dracula smiled and then blackness came over them both.
End of Chapter Eleven
…Yes, it's short. I know, I know! But the next chapter should be long(er). (I always say that, don't I?) I promise you guys won't have to wait long! I plan on picking up the pace here quite a bit.