Hey there, my fellow writers and readers; I hope you're doing great with your stories, of course. :) Well, here's a new chapter in this story. In this one, I introduce Dracula (as Judas Iscariot from Dracula 2000, which I also don't own) and Abraham Van Helsing. However, in this story, Yami has forgiven Abraham for killing his people. But he is not willing to forgive Dracula, who has committed a great wrong that Yami would never tolerate.

My thanks to Journey Maker for the review on Chapter One.

Journey Maker: You're right. I love mystery and intrigue as well.

When Arella woke up, she soon noticed that she was in her own bed. Yami — whoever he was — had gone. She felt her neck for bites or marks; luckily, there were none.

What could that have been? she thought. She wracked her brain, trying to figure it out. But still, no ideas came.

So, she headed over to her computer and turned it on. It was one of those Toshiba laptops, and had Windows 10, Windows Media Player 11 and Windows Movie Maker 6.0. Often, Arella went on the Internet whenever something bugged her or she just wanted something to occupy her mind.

Then memories of what happened the night before came flooding back.

Arella was looking at Yami as she backed up against the wall. He looked at her. He must've seen her before somewhere. Then it came to him. She was the great-granddaughter of Abraham Van Helsing, the great vampire hunter who had slain many of Yami's people many years ago.

He walked up to her.

"Arella," he purred. "You... are real..."

Then she blacked out...

Arella shook her head, blinking. What was that all about?

Hmm... maybe now was a good time to research my family history. Arella instantly brightened at the thought. With that she then headed over to her bookshelf after closing the websites and turning off her computer.

She reached up and pulled a book off the shelf. The title was Van Helsing: A History.

She opened the book and began to read.

"The Van Helsings were dedicated to keeping vampires away from the living and saving people. They were great hunters of the creature known as Nosferatu…the Vampire.

"The Van Helsing motto is as follows.

"Vampires do exist. This one we fight. This one we face. He can take on many forms. He is both young and old. He has the strength of 20 or more people. But he can also control the meaner things of life — the bat, the rodent, the wolf. He can appear as mist, as vapor, as fog, and vanish at will. The power of his evil desire has no end. Now, all these things Dracula can do, but he is not free. He must rest in the sacred dirt of his homeland to regain his evil power, and it is there that we must find him and destroy him utterly."

Arella looked at the picture on the opposite page. It looked exactly like... Yami. The tri-colored spiky hair that looked like lightning. The crimson eyes. The fangs.

It wasn't Dracula after all. He was just fiction. This vampire... Yami... was totally different.

Hours later, after she had eaten dinner with her family, brushed her teeth and changed into a violet nightgown covered with kittens, she climbed into bed with the book and began reading again.

Meanwhile, Yami had just fed upon a rapist that had tried to rob him of his money. Yami licked his mouth clean before he began walking down the road. He could not get Arella out of his mind. Then there was her last name... Van Helsing.

He had looked into her mind, and what he saw surprised him a little. Van Helsing...

He thought for a moment. Then the memories came back.

And then his anger was incensed... again.

"The Van Helsings were dedicated to keeping vampires away from the living and saving people. They were great hunters of the creature known as Nosferatu — the Vampire.

"The Van Helsing motto is as follows: Vampires do exist. This one we fight. This one we face. He can take on many forms. He is both young and old. He can appear as mist, as vapor, as the fog. And he can vanish at will. The power of his evil desire has no end."

Yami narrowed his eyes.

Dracula, he thought. With that he flew off to where he knew Dracula was... in Mary Van Helsing's flat.

When he got there, he slipped into the shadows as Dracula (or Judas Iscariot as he was once called) walked in, and snuck up behind Abraham Van Helsing...

Yami watched, smirking, as the scene played out before him like a movie...

"Abraham, I see that once again you are beaten by your own reflection." He smirked.

Abraham slowly turned around to reveal to him what only his darkest dreams could fathom. A darken clad figure wearing a floor-length trench coat, and cat-like eyes, was now demoniacally grinning at Abraham's foolish thoughts.

"I — I thought that I finished you off years ago." Abraham sputtered, astonished that after all this time, he was still haunted by the one demon that he couldn't shake, nor could the world.

The dark figure slowly backed Abraham up against the corner of a wall in his daughter's flat in the blackened hallway right outside her roommate's room, and leaned his left arm up against the wall.

"Do you honestly think that you can crucify in the name of the Lord the one that has blasphemed in the Lord's face, once upon a time...?! Do you honestly think that you can kill Satan, himself...?! Tell me Abraham, do you honestly think that you can kill the undead...?! I have created you, and all that you have become... just as I shall be within the blood of your kin," Dracula hissed.

"You have nothing to me, nothing whatsoever..."

"On the contrary, Abraham, I do. I have your blood already running through my veins. Your daughter is of my blood. Remember that fateful night when your attempt to capture me failed you...?!"

"But I thought... How in hell's name?!" Abraham sputtered, astonished that his archrival was here, in the immortal flesh.

"Exactly, Abraham. How in hell's name, indeed? Your great-granddaughter — Arella, is it? She is quite beautiful... Dare I say it... She'll make a very good disciple of mine." The dark figure smirked.

"So help me God...! If you lay a hand upon my daughter... I'll see you finally dead!"

"On the contrary, it's your blood that I shall see upon my hands!" The dark figure slowly turned, and like a black panther in pursuit of his prey, he began to leave Abraham to wallow in his own selflessness and thoughts.

"Dracula, wait!" Abraham called out, as Dracula began to glide down the steps.

"What is it, Abraham? You know this is out of your hands, now. Arella is mine, and you very well know it." Dracula slowly turned to Abraham, and shook his head in utter disgust at Abraham's relentlessness.

Abraham sighed. "I guess that you are right, Dracula."

At this Dracula smirked, drawing closer to Abraham. "Continue."

"Arella cannot fully be of your blood; you understand that," Abraham continued.

"There is truth in that. But, what are you getting after?" Dracula questioned, becoming slightly puzzled with Abraham.

"I offer you my body, in exchange for Arella's. Swear it that you will not harm her in anyway whatsoever, and you can sacrifice mine in return. This isn't her fight; it's yours and my very own. "

"Agreed," Dracula said. With his kiss of seductive death, he sank his fangs into Abraham's jugular vein, and drained him of his life.

At this point, Yami stepped out of the shadows as quietly as a cat, the evil smirk on his face, his eyes fixed on Dracula. He knew that Dracula was lying, as Arella had Yami's blood in her veins. Yami knew that Abraham trusted him with his life.

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