The lobby was silent, covered in blood and bodies. However, only one had a small crowd around it.

Kate was dead.

Dracula was still kneeling on the blood soaked floor, her hand in his own. He reached out and gently closed her eyes. Now she appeared to be sleeping, but Dracula knew that wasn't so.

"Dad." Dracula turned to his daughter, she was looking at him with sadness in her eyes. "I'm so sorry."

Dracula nodded before turning back Kate. "She sacrificed herself for us."

"For you." He looked over his shoulder at his transparent wife. She had her hand on his shoulder, but he couldn't feel it. "She loved you."

Dracula didn't know what to say. Kate had said that she loved him, but he didn't know how that was possible. She barely knew him and he had zinged in the past. He wouldn't zing again. It was impossible. She was a Van Helsing, meant to hate him and his kind. How could she be in love with him?

Dracula closed his eyes, his hand tightening on the still warm one of Kate's. This hurt, more than he thought it would. The Van Helsing line was gone, no more. They couldn't hunt down his family and friends anymore. Kate had given him that freedom.

But at what cost?

A gasp drew Dracula's eyes to his daughter, whose wide eyes were staring past him and at Kate.

Dracula turned back at the girl and saw that she was surrounded in a green light. His eyes narrowed in confusion. What the hell was this?

"I didn't really think she would be able to actually go through with it."

Kate rose into the air and was pulled across the room to a woman who was walking across the lobby. Kate stopped next to the woman, hovering in the air as if suspended by strings.

The woman had long blonde hair and pair of wise brown eyes. She was wearing a pair of shorts, a tank top, and combat boots. Her right hand was up and glowing the same shade of green Kate was.

"Who are you?" Dracula said standing, his blue eyes focused. He was not in the mood for plesantries.

The woman turned and glanced at Dracula and his family before smiling. "She was successful nonetheless." The woman walked forward, not caring about the blood that was coating the bottom of her boots. Kate moved with her, hovering just behind her. She stopped before Dracula, still smiling.

"My name is Amelia," the woman said. "I am the one who gave Ludwig Van Helsing his power."

Dracula glared at the woman, his anger rising. His eyes became rimmed in red, showing his barely controlled anger. "You gave him the power? He used it to kill my wife!"

Amelia glanced at the surprised Martha and then back at Dracula. "Yes, along with dozens of others. His hatred even caused the Van Helsings to fall."

Dracula's anger faded as his gaze moved to Kate. "Including Kate."

Amelia glanced at the woman suspended in the air next to her. "Unfortunately." She then glanced back at the vampire with a raised eyebrow and a sly smile. "However, I could bring her back."

Dracula's eyes flashed to Amelia, hope rising inside him. "You can? How?"

Amelia smirked before waiving her hand towards Kate. Instantly the blood washed away from Kate's body, the stake removed. Amelia glanced and saw a glint of gold off the girl's hand, Martha's ring. She glanced back at Dracula.

"I can do many things. As an Ancient being, I have the power to do almost anything anyone could desire," her gaze moved to Martha, "Including return your wife to you."

Dracula's eyes widened at those words. Was it possible? Could he have his zing back? He had been without her for so long, been so lonely. Could it be reversed even after all these years?

Martha floated forward with surprise, but hope, in her eyes. "But, I've been dead for over 100 years. How could you...?"

Amelia gestured to Kate. "Kate died wearing your ring, meaning the you two are still connected. As a result, I could make it so her body would become yours."

Dracula froze, his eyes narrowed. "And what would happen to Kate?"

Amelia shrugged, as if unconcerned about the outcome. "To bring back Martha it would have to be an equal trade. A life for a life. One body, one soul. Kate would have to be sacrificed for Martha to live."

Martha moved back, anger in her features. "That's hardly fair to Kate! How dare you give us hope and then dash it away!"

Amelia raised an eyebrow. "I'm not. You can be alive again, with your family. It would just mean letting Kate pass on. I mean, she is only being held her now because of this connection. Once broken her soul would be free to go on to the next plane of existence." Amelia turned to the still shocked Dracula. "The decision is yours to make."

Dracula looked at his wife, his zing. How could he not take this opportunity to bring her back into his life? He had been lonely for so long and now he had the chance to bring her back into his life, another chance at forever.

Then he turned to Kate, still floating in the air next to Amelia.

He wanted so much to hate her, just for her family, for Martha, but he couldn't. He just couldn't hate her. She was smart, kind and honest. She had taken abuse from her family to protect his own, saved his grandson, killed her entire family and even herself to protect his family.

He didn't hate her, couldn't hate her. He would even say he liked her, but even then that wasn't a strong enough word for how he felt. He knew that it was more than that, much more. He just didn't know what it was.

When he had believed she had betrayed him to her family, he had felt so hurt, so angry and so sorrowful. He had said some hateful things to her, refusing to believe what she was telling him, that she hadn't lied to him. Now he knew that she hadn't betrayed him, not once. Kate would never betray him, he was sure.

He felt guilty for even thinking for a second that she would.

Without realizing it, he had stepped closer to Kate. She was floating in the air, her feet hovering just above the floor. Her hair was floating about her face as if she was suspended in water, her eyes were closed and she was surrounded by the green glow of Amelia's power.

Although the blood had been washed away, he remembered the sight of her covered in blood, both from her family and her own.

She had sacrificed so much to protect him, bled to protect him more than once. She was loyal to him and his family over her own flesh and blood relatives.

She was also so smart. He could recall their conversations as she enjoyed the food in the hotel, the exact crease in her forehead as she concentrated on her next move in chess, her laugh when he said something funny. He didn't mind the quiet moments with her, taking him away from the hustle and bustle of the hotel, something he didn't even realize he wanted, that he was missing.

Her smile warmed him inside, her green eyes glowed when she laughed, her red hair sparkled in the firelight. She was attractive and he could admit that he lusted for her, but that couldn't be why he turned his back on his wife, his zing.

And yet...

He was so lost. This should have been an easy choice, a simple choice, but it wasn't.

Martha watched her husband as he seemed to think over this decision. She knew it wasn't easy. Trading one life for another never was.

From the moment Kate placed her wedding ring on her finger, Martha had been able to read Kate's feelings, her love for Dracula and her hope for his survival. She hadn't known that she would need to kill herself, hadn't known that Dracula would have to make this choice.

What she had known is that she would need to kill her family to save him, that by doing this she would be alone in the world, that Dracula would be safe but that she would probably never see him again.

Kate's love for Dracula was so strong that Martha was sure that Kate had zinged for Dracula, even though he would not be able to do so with her. You only zing once after all. Kate was in a heartbreaking dilemma, but she had walked into it all knowing that she would walk away with nothing.

Not even Dracula.

Martha glanced at her husband standing next to her. He was focused on Kate with such intensity that Martha was almost shocked.

Dracula had never looked at Martha in this way. They had had an easy love, a trust in the zing they felt for each other. Looking at Dracula now, she knew that he felt something more for Kate than even he realized.

Dracula couldn't make this decision, Martha knew this just by looking on his face. He was being pulled in two opposing directions. His faith in a zing that he had lost and something he felt for the Van Helsing girl who defied her family for him.

Martha knew what choice had to be made.

"Choose Kate."

Dracula blinked before turning to Martha with shocked eyes. She was smiling at him, that knowing smile she had when she knew something he didn't. She had had the same smile when she was pregnant and hadn't told him yet.

"What?"

"I said, choose Kate."

Dracula looked back at Kate and then at Martha. "But...how could I give up on my zing when I have another chance to be with you? You only zing once!"

Martha continued to smile, her heart light. "Yes," she said. "We zinged and you do only zing once. A zing is love at first sight. You fell for me at first sight and we grew that love over time. It was an easy, patient love that we both were comfortable in.

"But just because you've already zinged doesn't mean that you cannot fall in love."

Dracula almost took a step back at what those words implied. Him...in love...with Kate? Sure, he lusted after her, sure he enjoyed spending time with her, sure he liked being around her, but that couldn't mean he loved her...did it?

Dracula didn't know. The feelings he felt for Kate were so vastly different than the ones he had for Martha. It was impossible for him to believe that it was love.

Dracula looked back up at Kate and suddenly wished he could talk to her, but he was terrified to do so. She had said she loved him, something he had never expected. How could a person raised by his enemies to hate him claim to love him? He didn't know, he didn't understand.

He could still see the hole in her shirt where she had stabbed herself to stop Ludwig Van Helsing. He knew of the scars upon her back where she had been whipped by her own family for protecting his secret. He remembered how weak she had been when he found her in the ditch, how thin she was.

"Drac," he looked back at Martha with wide eyes, still reeling at her words, trying to understand them. "Don't hesitate. I've been gone for over a century and you have raised our daughter with such love and devotion all alone. You deserve happiness, but I don't think it is with me anymore." She moved forward and rested her hand on his, but he couldn't feel it. It was like she wasn't even there even thought he could see her and speak to her. "You were able to get over my death when you saw how happy our daughter was when she started her family. You've been over my death for a long time."

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had only been able to move on because of Mavis. Had he been alone he wasn't sure he could have survived. She was his zing, his happiness! How could she think it wasn't with her? But... to choose her would sacrifice Kate.

"Martha..." He wanted to talk to her, to tell her that things weren't what she thought, but he couldn't because he didn't know. His mind was a jumble as he tried to reason out who he should save, who would be lost.

Martha smiled at him softly before turning to Amelia. "Save Kate," she said firmly.

Dracula's eyes widened and he stepped forward. "Wait..." he said softly. "I still haven't decided."

Martha glanced back at him, that same knowing smile on her face. "I made it for you," she said. "You never took so long to make decisions before, and yet you aren't sure of this one."

Dracula felt panicked. It was true, he didn't know which one to chose, didn't know how to make this decision. He didn't want Martha to make it for him, but he didn't know what else to do.

Martha reached up and gently touched his cheek, again he didn't feel it. "My dear husband, you would never be able to make this decision." She chuckled. "Kate and I would be stuck in limbo forever if we wait for your decision."

She turned back to Amelia, her faze now firm. "Save Kate."

"Wait..." Dracula said weakly. Amelia's eyes glanced at Dracula then back to Martha.

"Do it," Martha said, "Now!"

Amelia nodded before waving her hand. Kate's body flinched before the green light surrounding her started to flash. Dracula stepped back as the light grew brighter, he watched as his wife smiled at him and Mavis. "I'll always be with you," she said before she vanished.

Dracula expected to feel saddened at her disappearance, but he wasn't. Instead he felt calm, as if Martha was finally at peace. He hadn't expected that feeling, expecting the same overwhelming loss he had felt when she died.

His gaze went to the woman floating in the air, the green magic flowing around her. Her color was back in her face, her hair was standing straight in the air, she was still hovering above the ground.

Then her eyes flew open.