A/N: I really need to knw wether to continue or make a sequel now! Please say or I will do what I want. And I want it clear; what I want exactly will be shownat the end of the story.

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Dracula sat and looked out of the window; he missed his girls, they would have brightened him up now, told him some jokes or a story, played some games of cards or chess, or even gone hunting. He couldn't believe they had only been gone for two months, it felt like years, and the days seemed to drag on forever.

His villages were falling and he didn't have the power to stop it all, he really hoped that his wives were okay, he knew they had been spying and he thought they would be great at it, but they were still in danger, great danger. He was mussing on whether to ask his brides to come back, as he knew they would do so gladly, when a man in ragged clothes came running in, his face covered in blood and a gun in his hand.

"Count" he cried. "Viktor is outside with his army, he wishes a audience with you immediately"

"I'm coming" said Dracula rising and walking out.

He went strait to the armory and found his suite of black and silver, his servants came in, all of them began to dress him in the armor he had not worn since 1462.

It still felt the same, light and easy to move in, but this was different; Viktor had come and would begin the battle, he had never thought to admit this, but he needed help, he needed Van Helsing to help him and his country or it would be to late, Transylvania would fall and he would be powerless to stop it, he didn't know how long he could hold off Viktor's army, and judging by the noise coming from outside, they wanted blood and would get it at all cost.

He attached the sword to his belt and walked out, flanked by his lieutenants and adviser; he was ready to face Viktor, for he knew Viktor's one weakness; he was a very person, very sure of himself and, of course he thought he could have whatever he wanted, and this was the weakness, he was too sure of himself and was reckless because of this. He could be provoked to attack without a plan in a fit of rage at having his enormous ego challenged, and this would be his downfall, if you wanted to win you had to have a plan, and he probably did, but all this would be forgotten if he was angry. He really has no self control at all and this will be his downfall, even if I die before I see it.

He walked out into the courtyard, mounted the horse, and trotted off toward the gates, but nothing could have prepared him for the sight of the severed heads on spears and the stamping, shouting army that swarmed like ants over the surrounding hills, the smell a fear and blood was thick on the air, but this smell didn't appeal to the count, it sickened him instead, thought his face didn't betray anything of what he was feeling about the sight in front of him, only his anger at the audacity of Viktor to turn up at his door and demand a meeting. Viktor was waiting at the door, his skeleton like black horse screaming and shying.

"So, Viktor" said Dracula conversationally. "Why this, why war?"

Viktor didn't answer.

"Seen what I did to your villages, Vlad?" asked Viktor coolly.

"Yes" said Dracula. "I never thought of you as sadist though, more the cool, calculating kind"

"War changes a man, Vlad" said Viktor.

"Yes, it does" said Dracula. "But it changed you for the worse"

"And what makes you think that, Vlad?" asked Viktor.

"Why choose this?" said Dracula, answering his question with another. "Why choose a stupid promise when you could have had so much? You do know that The Skull never keeps his promises, don't you?"

"Why should I care about what you say, Dracula" snarled Viktor. "Tell me that, why?"

"I am telling the truth, but by all means don't, it is of little consequence to me" said Dracula.

"I am not stupid, and I always get my way" snarled Viktor.

"Oh but you are stupid" said Dracula, everything was going just how he wanted it to. "If you weren't then you wouldn't have allied with The Skull"

"What do you know, nothing" snarled Viktor.

"Oh, but I know a great deal about him" said Dracula. "He will kill you just like an animal for the slightest wrong. But all I ask is this, give me one week before you attack, no more, no less"

"Fine" snarled Viktor. "Move out, we have one week to wait"

"Perfect" said Dracula calmly.

Turning his horse Dracula vanished into the Castle as the army moved out.

He knew he had little time to work and he needed this sent by one of his own household.

He wrote:

Dear Gabriel,

I need you help urgently, I have but one week before Viktor comes with his army, and I hope you will come with all the men you can gather, if you do not do this for my sake, do it for Misha's; this is her homeland and if it is destroyed, she will feel so lost.

Forever yours

Vladislous.

Dracula walked over to the window and looked out at the sun set, it was setting red.

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A/N: This is what I want after you review. Sequel: Yes/No. Writesequel and then write yes or no, okay?