Alright, so I was threated to be straggled, and guess what my boss was fustrated at work and he did stranggle me. It's okay cause he apoligised later. LOL I love my job. So Thank you to my reviewers Believer29 and Lady Wednesday. Also I am dark and twisted by nature.

Atrum clung to Van Helsing's coat as if it would protect her from the evil that stood before her. Before her eyes stood the dark prince himself. the red pericing eyes made her feel uneasy as he stared at her, and slowly he stalked foreward.

"I thought you would be red," she spat at him. Laugher rang from his curved black lips, his ashen gray skin stretched to support the twisted on his face.

"This is but one of my few forms," his dark voice told her, as it made her skin crawl. His long black hair blew in the wind, it bothered him little as he contuined to stalk towards Atrum. His outfit made him look like a king, a dark king, because his clothes were black as night. The gold rings on his fingers each contained a ruby the color of blood, and they gleamed with an unnatrual light.

"I was at least expecting horns," she said, keeping her voice steady as he backed her up against the edge of the circle. A red ring could now be seen surrounding the circle, preventing people and things from entering or leaving the circle, including her.

"Like these?" he laughed again, as twisted red hirns with black tips grew from his temples. "Do I frighten you?"

"Disgust me is more like it," she replied as he pinned her to the invisible wall. All chances of escaping were growing thin.

"Shame," he cooed to her as he brushed a stray hair from her face with his black leather gloved hands. "But that does not matter, what you think anymore means little anymore. Your choice has been stolen again." He lifted her left hand and stared into her eyes, as he ran a gloved finger across her open palm. "You marks of servitude are gone. Free for the stealing. If Hecate didn't release you I may have feared my plans would have gone astray."

"What plan is that," Atrum asked, as she tried not to shake from the feeling of his stroking finger.

"To corrupt this world forever," He said as he released her hand and took hold of her by the shoulders. "You are the key to that. A great darkness resides in your heart. You let it loose once, and I was impressed, very impressed. Taking no consideration of yourself or your unborn, you slayed a temple full of priestess. Once I harness that darkness, and spread it across the world Hell shall be unleashed on the Earth. Then I, the prince of Darkness will take my rightful place as ruler of the Earth. Won't the be spectacular!"

"What will happen to me?" Atrum asked, as she tried to distracted him and come up with a way out of the hopelessness that was this situation.

"A concubine of course," Satan laughed, as he slide the coat off her, leaving her open to the coldness. "What better reward for helping me take over the world then to be my concubine till the end of the world."

"I would rather be skinned alive, have all my organs taken out, then slowly bleed to death then become your concubine," Atrum hissed. Throwing her to the ground, he pounced atop her, and pinned her to the snow cover ground. Her body shivered with the contact with the fresh cold snow. Once the snow had brought her comfort, now it became her prison wall.

"You have no choice," Satan told her, all amusement left his voice. Holding her hands over her head by the wrists with only one hand, as he sat atop of her, he went back to his little speech. "The things that are mine I never let go of, and Atrum you are mine now and forever! I refuse to left you go!"

"I'll never be yours!" she screamed as she twisted and tried to throw him off her. Leaning down, he licked the side of her face, and she gagged. Throughly disgusted, she felt that familiar feeling. The one that left her devoid of emotions when she killed, the darkness Satan had hope to bring forth. Her enternal struggle for supremacy over the darkness began to wage inside her.

"Just submit. It will make the pain go away forever. All you have to do is let the darkness take over," he whispered into her ear, hoping to drawl forth the darkness. Atrum began to lose the battle against the darkness. "Once you submit to the darkness you will be mine forever!"

"Having fun with my brides," Dracula laughed as he watch Van Helsing and his two brides battle. Carl took this moment to try and steak Dracula with his silver steak, but Dracula caught his hands. "Have you learned nothing? You can't kill me!"

"Sorry, must have slip my mind," Carl said, as he shook in the count's grasp. Dracula's twisted laughter rang in Carl's ears, as he turned to face his brides again.

"Marceline!" Dracula called, and the blonde bride turn and faced him. "Dinner."

"What?" Carl gasped as he was flung into Marceline's awaiting arms.

"Fresh blood," she purred as he fangs elongated, and went for the strike. Carl was faster and struck her with the silver steak he still held in his hands in a breif moment of courage. Marceline let out a loud shriek as she turned into dust. Carl picked up the silver steak from the dust pile. Instead of being his normal cowradice self, he had struck and killed. Now he fought the bile risingfrom his stomach, and turned to Van Helsing. The other bride shrieked at the sudden lose of her sister, as did Dracula. Carl saw his chance to help Van Helsing, and he was going to take it.

"Van Helsing," he called out as he went to throw the silver steak to Van Helsing. Dracula caught Carl's wrist before he could make the throw, and held Carl in the air.

"I don't think so," he roared, as his fangs elongated. "You'll pay for the death of my beautful Marceline!"

"Not today," Van Helsing said as he whirled Dracula around and punched him in the jaw. "Ow, stupid idea."

"Indeed," Dracula replied, as he rubbed his jaw. "Yasmina!"

"She's tied up right now," Van Helsing said as he shook his hand. Yasmina struggled against the green fabric of her dress, that Van Helsing had used to tie her up with. "But I can take a message."

"Die!" Dracula hissed as he attacked Van Helsing. Evil over came the powers of good very easily, as Van Helsing did not have werewolf venom pumping through his veins. Holding Van Helsing by the throat, feet dangling a foot off the ground, Dracula let a slow grin slip across his lips "You are out mat…YAHOW!"

"Something wrong?" Van Helsing smirked as he feel to the ground and quickly stood over Dracula, whom was clutch his stomach and was forced to the ground in pain. Yasmina was letting loose her own ear piercing shriek. Then a boom was heard coming from the sacred circle. Dust and smoke covered everything, and no one could see a thing. Van Helsing ran towards the circle, leaving Dracula fogotten once more as he feared the worst. The dust and smoke cleared, and all that was left of Satan was a twisted black horn that was embedded in Atrum's stomach.

"What happened?" Carl gasped, as he stopped short of the circle. Blood stained the pure white snow, as Atrum sank to her knees. Holding back the bile again, Carl followed Van Helsing inside the circle.

"I have no idea," Van Helsing cried as he bolted to Atrum's side. Kneeling beside her, she colapsed against him, blood soaked his shirt, as she stared up into his eyes.

"I had chosen," she began.

"Hush Atrum," Van Helsing told her, making her stop her words. "I refuse to let you go."

"The choice has been stolen," she breathed. "I need to tell you one thing, before this is all over."

"What is that?" he asked her.

Good place to stop for tonight. I promise before friday the next chapter will be up. I'm just too tired to go on, and if I did it would be bad bad writting. Reviews are always welcome, and yes you will know what happened in the circle next chapter, and I promise this will be the last cliffy in this part of the story. I do have a sequal in mind, I just haven't decided if I want to make a new story or just contuine it in this one. Well night night, till next time!