"The world seems full of good men- even if there are monsters in it."

- From Dracula by Bram Stoker


Yvonne stared at me. Her light baby blue eyes sparkled in the night. It was almost three, and Dracula hadn't returned yet, neither did the werewolf. I tacked Eclipse, as he stomped his right hoof into the floor, excited for getting out into the open. Yvonne crossed her arms, and frowned.

Yvonne: "What am I supposed to do? Be bait?"

Aurora: "No, if I let him get you again, God knows what the hell he'll do next."

Yvonne: "Good point."

Aurora: "I bet I can out run them both. We have to get some kind of help."

Yvonne: "Yea, if only I could come along."

Aurora: "If Dutchess were here you would be able to come."

Yvonne: "Even though she's dead, I don't think that old thing could carry me."

Aurora: "Don't underestimate. It could slap you in the face."

Yvonne: "Is Dracula somehow, underestimating us?"

Aurora: "Well he is to me."

Then there was a screech. Dracula was back, angry...and full. It was a good thing, and thank God for the timing, sort of. The werewolf was outside, howling into the night. Yvonne opened the doors for me as i rode out. My horse was blacker than night itself, and he was powerful and he had an ill temper around men. I charged, the soft grass flying into the air as he galloped. The werewolf came bounding down, chasing us. I felt bad for Yvonne who stood there, anxious. The werewolf was besides us now, trying to claw at my horse. Eclipse snorted, and I knew that he was looking at the werewolf straight in the eye. He galloped even faster, the wind making my eyes water. Soon we were far away from the werewolf. As it trailed away, it turned around, and came toward Yvonne. I had to make him run even faster. The werewolf was a few feet away from Yvonne, and I kicked my horse, and he bolted even faster than lightning and wind.

The werewolf spun around to see us rear up, and strick it's head. It feel to the ground, but there was no blood. We had to kill him with silver. Yvonne had something in her coat. It was a silver steak. What dumb luck! She struck it, piercing it's heart. Now it was only Dracula to deal with. I sat truimpently on my horse, as he shook his head happily, neighing lightly. Dracula stood on the balcony of Indriel's room, looking down at us, his eyes piercing our skin. I was angry that he hadn't listened to me. I was willing to be peaceful, but he had gone to far. But he always managed to enter my heart. The way he feels, looks, acts. i felt bad for him, and I sighed. If only he knew.