Hallo peoples! I'm sorry for not updating this little fanfic. I've been a little busy with school, sports, videogames, and MMOs such as Maplestory. Here we go folks, ON WITH THE SHOW!

"You did not just say Lord Dracula, did you not?" Falgor asked. The butler didn't look at him, but he could sense that the old man was either grinning at his fear or laughing silently.

"Of course I did. Why would I joke about such a thing?"

"He… That's just his name, right? It's not like he's the vampire Lord Dracula, correct?" he questioned nervously. "I mean, the whole myth and all, it must be just a name to keep people away from his lovely keep."

The butler looked back at him, and Falgor saw false warmth. "Yes," was his response. "He isn't that silly legend, but try to imagine if he was. How frightened would you be?"

Suddenly, the old man struck one of Falgor's many nerves, and he growled intensely, but quietly. Never before had he been insulted by someone of lower rank than himself, and not have to fight back the urge to kill him. Still, trying to keep a gentlemanly outlook, he fought his hardest not to clench his fists, or draw his sword.

"I imagine I'd be very afraid," he lied. "I wouldn't want to lose my head."

"Oh, I'd imagine he'd have much better plans instead of sucking your blood."

They arrived to a pair of giant doors, then the old butler rapped on it sharply three times, and one of the giant steel gates opened, creaking with every inch they moved. The old man lead the albino soldier inside, and there was a magnificent feast set out before him. A long, long table filled with the finest foods that a king would be too unworthy too eat, or even the gods. Feeling downright ravenous, he sat down at the chair provided for him, and stared at the table. His mind told him to start eating, but his morality told him to wait for Lord Dracula. Suddenly, as if from nowhere, he saw another man sitting at the other end of the table, pale skin and white hair, which made Falgor wonder if this person was albino as well. Just then, the man started speaking.

"Greetings and salutations, Captain Falgor Kaisu. I am the lord of this manor, Dracula," the man said. Eerily enough, it didn't sound like he was raising his voice to get his words across the table; it was as if Dracula was right next to him. "I trust you are very confused this night, are you not?"

Falgor knew it was his turn to respond, always speak when spoken to. "Yes, I am. I thought I was delirious from the townspeople's food or drink, I kept running into strange creatures this night." He could make out a wry smile from the old lord.

"Yes, skeletons and the undead, a most confusing thing isn't it? A man who doesn't believe in ghost stories seems to be running from them," he chuckled. "It's as if you really do believe in them, and I am curious why."

Again, Falgor spoke. "I was afraid, and not sure if I-"

"You weren't delirious. You saw true undead."

"But how is that possible?!" Falgor cried. "They are only stories, something you'd only encounter in nightmares! I mean, it must be coincidence that you are named from the vampire Dracula!"

A silence followed Falgor's words, and suddenly, it was shattered when the lord laughed as cold as the night outside the walls of his castle.

"Only nightmares?! My boy, you are truly ignorant. You," he ordered, snapping his fingers, "give my gift to our guest."

The butler bowed and walked over to Falgor, holding out a red-velvet pillow with an emerald green medallion on it. He was reluctant to take it, seeing as this man was strange, but it'd be very rude to not accept such a fine gift. Then again, it didn't seem natural, the way the medallion gleamed in the firelight, but something about it made him take it up, and slip it around his neck, letting the weight settle into his body. Falgor looked up at his host, and looked in confusion.

"What is this?" he asked.

"A special gift to a warrior of great skill and fame. You fight like a beast on the battlefield, so it's fitting you become one!"

At first, the albino wasn't very receptive to his tone, but it was ignored; he felt a burning feeling shoot through his veins, seeping pain into every nerve ending. Falgor toppled off his chair, screaming in agony. The last thing he remembered seeing was his strange host standing over him, grinning, and being dragged before blacking out.

When he came to, he found himself sleeping, back to the ceiling, on a lush bed. At first, he didn't want to get off, because he was so tired and he wanted to sleep, but that isn't what he set out to do. Now he had a sudden feeling that his host had something to do with the kidnapping of his lover. Not a truly sure, but it was a hunch. Falgor got up, groaning in pain, and when he slid off the bed, there were small white hairs where he had sat.

Does this man have a dog? he wondered. Because I swear, I do NOT lose that much hair.

His surprise came to him when he saw himself in a mirror. It wasn't that his host had a white dog, it was that HE was the white dog. He ran up to it, and studied his newfound features, fearfully. His human features were the same, no doubt, but his ears were gone, and replacing them, pointed wolf ears sat on the top of his head. Nervously, he stepped back, and when he did, he saw something else move in the mirror, from side to side. Falgor grabbed this white object, tried to pull it around him so he could see it, and even more surprisingly, he yelped in pain. Still trying to see what it was, he turned his head, and saw coming out of his lower back was a long, white, bushy tail.

Falgor sat there for the longest time, as if time itself had stopped. He was sitting there, almost to the brink of tears, realizing his ignorance cost him dearly, his humanity. He was no longer a human, more rather, some sort of modified werewolf. It was the most horrifying thing that had ever happened to him, since the death of his father, leaving him, his older brother, and three sisters to assist their mother in their survival.

Finally, a loud "THUMP" jolted him into reality, and he stared at the door. He noticed even the silence itself was louder, and maybe he realized it wasn't all too bad, being canine in ways. With no weapon. he prepared himself for hand-to-hand combat, something he wasn't too fond of. Inching closer and closer to the door, he nearly shouted his battle-cry when the door burst open, and was shut by a strange looking youth.

The youth breathed heavily, as if he had been running for days straight, and Falgor took the time to study him. He had long, light green hair, and layered black robes. His eyes were a dark green, contrasting his hair, and his face was as pale as his own. Finally, the youth noticed Falgor and stepped back, afraid of him.

"Please, don't hurt me!"

"Now why would I have any reason to hurt a young man like yourself?" he asked.

The youth stammered, "Yo-You look l-like a m-m-monster..."

For the first time since he arrived, he laughed a true laugh. "Monster?!" he chuckled. "You think me a monster, lad? You think wrongly. I am Falgor Lunos Kaisu, and I, too, run from those beasts."

"You too? How come?"

"Well," he began, "I was once human, but the host of this castle gave me this necklace, and I passed out for some reason. Then, I woke up a few moments ago to find myself like this!"

The youth tried to smile, but he still looked frightened. "The medallion? I may not know much of artifacts, but I think that could be Fenrir's Moon."

"Fenrir? The legendary wolf?"

He nodded. "I think I trust you well enough now. You do seem clueless. My name is Venil Zalus, and I used to be a monk-in-training, but I gave that up to study plants."

I suppose that explains the green hair. Not just a green thumb. he mused to himself, laughing silently.

"Of course, I wasn't always looking like this. I became so indulged in my studies that the Lord Dracula hired me, and I was poisoned with some type of plant sap, making me this way. However, an unexpected result of the poisoning was that I can use the art of geomancy," Venil explained.

The cursed wolf looked at Venil's eyes, trying to decide if what he was saying is credible. Then again, there was too much going on that he used to believe shouldn't be happening, was happening.

"Alright. I'll assist you, but there is the problem of me being weaponless..."

"That's no problem!" Venil exclaimed. "Dracula has an armory near this place, and you can easily find a weapon to your liking."

"But I tried to use my old weapon against those... undead beasts and it hadn't worked."

"No doubt. I think it must be transformed, modified, so that it can defeat beasts like that. A weapon in the past was changed in such a manner."

Falgor raised an eyebrow. "The famous Belmont whip, the Vampire Slayer?"

"Yes. But we cannot call upon the aid of the Belmonts. This is our own, private matter."

"I think I could tell you that much, Mr. Zalus."

Venil sighed. "Well, I think at least you could get through. I'm not much of a fighter."

Falgor sighed, and grinned. "I'll be back. Garuntee it."

With that, he walked toward the door, opened it, and in a flash, ran out of the room, closing the door behind him.