Anna Van Helsing had made preparations to solve the mystery of Mina Harker. She had obtained files containing the list of vampire hunters and vampires in Los Angeles. She chose to interview the leader of the Golden Rifles Association, George Hunt but decided to monitor the leader of the vampire clan The Omnipotent, Nicolas White instead. She would soon discover that she is after two people, not one.

Chapter 6

Dixie's Bar, downtown Los Angeles. A half an hour bike ride got me there in no time. Upon arrival I opened the door to find large, bearded, tattooed men at the pool tables, guys ordering drinks at the bartender's counter and watching sports on the T.V., and one man showing off his new girlfriend to his friends. I sat at one empty table, took out my P72 goggles and looked into them to see what I was in for. All of the occupants' bodies were red indicating they were human. I thought I was out of the woods when suddenly I turned to the direction of the sound of the door opening. About five to eight guys walked through the door and their bodies were blue. They were vampires. I lowered the goggles to see those men in trench coats walking towards a table that was located in the corner of the bar. One of the men looked familiar. He had blonde hair tied in a pony tail and he had these blue eyes that made him look almost like an angel. It was Nicolas White, the leader of The Omnipotent. White and his henchmen sat in one row and White started talking to another man. I couldn't make out the conversation so all I did was sat there and watch. After about twenty minutes the conversation ended and White and his men got up and left. I decided at that moment that I shouldn't lose him so moments after they left I followed them.

Once outside I saw them boarding two SUVs and driving away. I hopped on my bike started up the engines and rode right behind them being careful not to be spotted by riding a few paces back. They were doing 52 miles an hour, so fast I found it hard to keep up. They then turned into the other road which was empty and they started to pick up the pace. Why are they going so fast? Nobody's after them. Well, except me. It took about thirty minutes when they finally slowed down. I slowed down and hid behind a few cars. Where I was located was a luxurious estate somewhere in Bel Air. The huge gates opened and the SUVs rolled in stopping in front of the entrance of the house. White stepped out and one of his henchmen assisted him in removing his trench coat and they all went inside. Right there I knew where White was hibernating. "A multi-million dollar estate in the middle of Bel-Air?" I thought. "Lucky motherfucker."

A new day had arrived. It was 7am in the morning when I hopped on my bike to ride down to White's estate to plant my bugging device. In about forty minutes I was there to find the place totally quiet. I looked at the tall fences trying to figure out how the hell I was gonna scale this big ass fence. I looked closely to find long spikes at the top. I looked at the entrance to see two Hummers roll in front of the house. I quickly hid myself behind some bushes and looked closely to find White leaving the entrance of the house and walking towards one of the Hummers and stepping inside. God, so early? The Hummers started to drive towards the huge gates and the gates opened slowly allowing them to leave the estate with ease. At that very moment I decided that the electric gates would be an easy entrance into the estate. I laid low until the Hummers were gone then I turned my head to see the huge gates starting to close. I was a bit far from the gate so I started to run towards it. With every ground I covered the two sides of the gate reached closer and closer. I stepped in front of the gate and squeezed myself through and found myself on the estate. The moment I entered the estate the electric doors closed tight. Sure beats the shit out of scaling the fence.

I started to lay low and creep towards the entrance of the house. Suddenly I spotted a surveillance camera over the doors. In fact there were two of them. "Shit!" I said as I ducked down. They were moving side to side in every direction. I decided to go around the back. I knew my timing had to be perfect if I had to avoid being detected. One of the surveillance cameras would slowly turn to the right where the back was located. I waited as the camera turned left and I rushed past the entrance keeping low. I walked slowly towards the back to find a swimming pool and moved closer to find two sliding doors. I opened the door slowly and slowly walked in. I started to creep across the floor trying to find a good place to hook up my mini microphone amplifier. "Why the fuck are you unarmed, Annie?" I said to myself. Suddenly I heard the sound of footsteps and men talking growing louder and louder down a hall way. I quickly hid myself in a room and closed in the door with my hand still on the knob. I cracked the door open and I saw two men walking past the door. One had a pistol tucked in a gun holder that was strapped unto his body. "Fuck me," I thought.

I opened the door slightly and crept in opposite direction which led me to the living room. There was a grand staircase in front of me and there was a living room suite at my left. Suddenly I heard multiple voices at my right and they were louder by the minute. I quickly hid myself behind one of the couches laid low. I listed carefully to hear the voices of women approaching the living room. I took a peak and saw about five beautiful women dressed in bikinis and robes talking and laughing as they disappeared in the area I came in. "Where the fuck am I?" I thought. "The Playboy Mansion?" I crawled from behind the couch and found a small wooden table in the middle. Perfect. I took out a small hand drill and drilled a small hole. Lying on my back I took some duct tape to connect my microphone amplifier to the table. I was halfway through when suddenly I heard footsteps again. I dove behind the couch and slightly peeked to see a large man wearing a turtle neck walking around slowly in the living room. This was the same guy that had a gun tucked in a gun holder which was strapped unto his body. He stopped and turned his head in my direction and the moment he turned his head I pulled back mine. My heart started beating and I prayed for that man not to check behind this couch. I heard his footsteps again and my heart was now in my throat. I looked up and I could see him walking towards the entrance and opening the door stepping out closing the door shut. I breathed a sigh of relief and tried to finish what I started. I lied on my back and finished strapping the amplifier unto the table with the duct tape. I then fitted the microphone through the small hole I drilled and it fitted perfectly. When I was finished I crept out of the living room and back into the hallway.

I started to go towards the back door when I saw the five women who I saw earlier having a great time at the pool. I decided right there I couldn't pass through the back nor the front because of the guard and the surveillance cameras. I went into one bedroom and found a window open. Exit. I went through the window and landed on the ground outside. What now? What now? I looked left and right and saw no safe way out. I saw a wall in front of me and decided that would be my ticket out of here. I ran towards the wall jumped and grabbed unto the edge. With all my strength I pulled myself up and placed my right foot on the edge. I then brought up my left foot until I was standing on the edge. At the top I hesitated because I was pretty high but then I looked down and saw the same guard walking around on the other side. At that moment I jumped and landed on the other side. I picked myself up and breathed a sigh of relief. "Hey, you, what the fuck are you doing here?" I heard a voice said. I turned my head to the direction of the voice and saw a man in a robe holding a cup of coffee and a newspaper. "Oh, I'm sorry," I said. "I…I was just…"

"You'd better get the fuck outta here before I call the cops!" The man said walking towards me.

"Sorry! Sorry!" I said running away.

Night time, 9:30 p.m., I descended upon the property of Nicolas White to put my nose up his ass. I knew I had to avoid detection from any guards or surveillance cameras so I stopped about two blocks from the house, clicked on my transmitter to listen to the conversations inside the White compound. On this first night of surveillance I heard conversations that were not really important to me. White was discussing certain plans with some of his men and to visitors from other vampire clans. The following night I clicked on my transmitter only to hear the sound of loud music, laughter and cheer. It was obvious that White was having a party. Vampires always have parties. I tried again the night after and I parked two blocks down the road clicked on my transmitter and listened in. I heard the sound of a woman moaning in pleasure which I found was rather peculiar. As I listened carefully the woman's moans grew louder and louder, suddenly the moans turned to screams. I couldn't help but pay attention until I heard the woman scream out White's name and say something like "Go deeper!" At that moment I clicked off the transmitter and started to blush. "Son of a bitch," I thought. "Goddamn it." I then place my transmitter in my trench coat and rode off. As I rode down that road I was still blushing and I shook my head roughly trying to get those thoughts off my mind.

I picked up several recordings over a span of four nights. I thought I was getting no where with this until I heard one conversation that caught my attention. This is a transcript of the actual conversation I picked up.

GUARD: Mr. White, you have a visitor. He said his name is Max Heinrich.

Wait a minute. Max Heinrich? I listened carefully to hear a man speaking in a deep German accent introducing himself as Max Heinrich. White gave him a seat and they both engaged in their conversation.

WHITE: Good to see you. I'm very sorry what happened to Gabriel.

MAX HEINRICH: You should be. He was my brother, for Christ sake!

Hold up. Gabriel Heinrich was this guy's brother? This is getting intriguing by the minute.

WHITE: I have a good idea who's responsible. It's those fucking hunters.

MAX HEINRICH: Nein. I'm sure the Bride of Dracula's responsible for this.

WHITE: You think?

MAX HEINRICH: Sucking the blood of other vampires is the hallmark of the Bride of Dracula. She did her black magic on my flesh and blood.

WHITE: Is that what you're here to discuss?

MAX HEINRICH: I was wondering if you perhaps know a way to destroy her.

WHITE: Max, Max, Max, this is the Bride of Dracula you're talking about. The blood of the lord of all vampires runs through her veins. We've been trying to take her down for years now.

MAX HEINRICH: She's not even of pure blood, Ja.

WHITES: That's right. I don't even know why the minority of our race worships that bitch anyway.

MAX HEINRICH: According to you the blood of Lord Dracula runs through her veins. Dracula was an invincible vampire. He was immune to all the humans' methods of destroying him. Those who worship the Bride of Dracula believe that she'll one day deliver the vampire race and lead them to victory over the humans. They also believe she'll eventually rule over this earth.

WHITE: Why should we try to make her our leader if she doesn't even wanna join us? It's pointless.

MAX HEINRICH: Ja. That's why she must die.

WHITE: What do you suggest we do?

MAX HEINRICH: Gather up the finest of our men and work with our sources in the federal government to take that little cont down.

WHITE: Max, even though we gather up all of our best resources we mustn't forget who we're dealing with. And besides, we can't blow our cover to the humans.

MAX HEINRICH: Do you have any alternatives?

WHITE: You fight her your way; I'll fight her my way. But I'm telling you it won't be over by tomorrow. Just ask the 2,000 she killed already.

I turned off the transmitter. I just couldn't believe what I was hearing. Okay, I found out who was responsible for Gabriel Heinrich murder but I was shocked to find out that the lord of all vampires still had descendants. I thought my ancestor killed Dracula already? He should've killed his wife while he was at it. That didn't sound good. If there was a vampire with links to Dracula this world would've been in deep shit. But Nicolas White said that the so-called "Bride of Dracula" is not on the vampires' side. Is she on our side? There was only one way to find out. George Hunt of the Golden Rifles Association as soon as possible.

IF THERE'S ANYONE WHO'S READING THIS CHAPTER , DO ME A FAVOUR. READ THIS CHAPTER CAREFULLY AND DECIDE WHETER IT'S MORE COMEDY THAN SUSPENSE. IF YOU THINK IT'S A COMEDY LET ME KNOW WHICH PART WAS FUNNY.