I do NOT own Van Helsing or Law and Order SVU in any way! Only my C! ; )

The Crossing of Paths!

Detective Benson was walking alone at night in downtown Manhattan. It had been a week since the incident with the old chapel. The officers of her department had done a complete search of what was left and found the burnt up corpses of seven members of the Black Hooded Cult. Though they hoped to find the missing girl's body, as well as the dark figure that had attacked her and Stabler; there wasn't any signs of them. Not even a burnt piece of clothing.

Her partner had made a full recovery yet cursed at the fact that he was always shoved aside during the 'best parts.' She would have punched him if it wouldn't worsen his condition. Though Benson felt a sense of relief that the Demon was gone, she still had nightmares about it. Her Captain had advised her to take a few days off, but she calmly refused. She needed to stay focused on her job and keep an eye on Dampire C; because after the incident, she hasn't been acting the same.

Olivia understood her mood more than anyone else in the whole department. Her bloody tears of hopeless realization of not being able to die (even by a stab through the heart) had really cut her emotionally. And for the first few days, she had been scarcely seen. Benson had asked the others to keep an eye on her because she feared C would be more unpredictable during this period, but still… the Dampire continued to be elusive.

As the week continued to drag to its end, they had seen less signs of her mark on Manhattan. As in; no bit marks on homeless or criminals. Only the local law enforcement and fire departments were helping the civilians that were in trouble. Even the Chef of the fire department had called and asked if the Dampire was still around! It was strange. It wasn't like C to just hide from the world for this long. Sure Olivia knew that she liked her privacy, but this was going on long enough!

When she addressed this to Dr. Huang, he feared that the Dampire had relapsed into depression again and suggested that she go and find C and speak to her herself. Since she and C had such a close relationship, he figured that would help her. Ya right! Though for a big island with a city built like a labyrinth, Olivia had no problems in locating the Dampire. It was like she was drawn to this woman's nature, and right now she can tell that C needed help. But how?

In the late afternoon, Olivia found C on the roof of the hotel that she was staying at. She looked drained; pail as chalk and with a half dozen, empty, red liquor bottles lying around her. Olivia thought that she had never seen the Dampire look so – vulnerable! She was sitting down and had her back up against the brick wall that supported the roof's entrance. Her black hair was down and her hazel eyes were staring off into space, though they seemed to be watching the sun set.

Olivia gently closed the door behind her and slowly sat down next to her, being careful with her movements like she was a snake that would lash out at any moment. Though she didn't look drunk, Olivia wasn't going to take her chances by a miss-step! Once she began to relax, she was nearly spooked when the Dampire spoke.

"I – I never thought it would come to this," C spoke calmly, yet sounding broken nonetheless.

"Come to what?" The Detective asked in her softer tone. There was a pregnant pause before the Dampire took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"That – that I was only made to be – just a tool," C said, looking defeated as her face hardened and she picked up an empty glass bottle. "An indestructible tool!" She then tossed it, hard, and it flew to the next roof top and shattered into a thousand pieces, the sound bouncing off in the cooling air.

"That's not true and you know it!" Olivia said firmly and turned to face her. "You've proven you can be a person of unique characteristics! Hell, you even saved Elliot and me from a fate worse than death! You're a good person, C! How can you believe that all that you are is a tool?"

"Because – he said so," The Dampire said and slumped against the wall, looking pitiful. Knowing that it must be the vampire that turned her, curiosity made Olivia want to learn more.

"Tell me about him?" She asked and C only narrowed her unnatural hazel eyes until she replied, "Please?"

When she released another sigh, C began to talk like she was seeing a portrait or movie, and she was describing it all to her, in detail. "He…," She began but re-corrected, "You know all those old movies and such that play the aristocratic and ever the evil vampire?" She gave her a sideways glance until the Detective's eyes widened in realization at who she was referring to. "Don't… say… his name!" C let out a low growl as Olivia's mind went on a spiral trip.

Dracula! THE Count Dracula!? Oh my God! So it was him all along! Olivia could hardly breathe as her mouth kept opening and closing in her shock. Though she had a small feeling, she always brushed it off as being nonsense! The First vampire! The King of all Vampires! Though she didn't want to believe that even normal vampires where around; she only guessed that C had mixed herself in with just some blood thirsty Joe! But – now that she finally knew who this He was – the info was really hard to swallow.

"He's… real then?" Olivia asked delicately. When the Dampire cracked a small smirk and her eyes twinkled at the Detective's reaction, Olivia knew she wasn't lying.

"Very real," C turned back to the sun set, now looking more tired than ever. "And more than I could ever dream of," She breathed out and closed her eyes, calming her nerves. "Don't every try to find himthough. He'll kill you right before you step through the front door."

"It doesn't sound like he was cruel to you," Olivia said out loud and she heard the Dampire sniff at her.

"Of course he was! He's the most cruel, cunning, conman of a monster that you'll ever hope to never meet!" C spat out coolly. "Dark alley or otherwise!" She added and she didn't notice how Olivia was staring down at her remorsefully.

"Did you fall for him?" She asked and then regretted it, for as soon as the words left her lips, C began to laugh. It was hollow and full of pain, but she laughed like she was trying to make a joke out of it.

"Did I fall for him?" She repeated in distain. "Whatever spell he had me under, I assure you… it was nothing more than a lie," She said and her voice grew more angry and venomous. "With a twist of reality and access to the mind, he can take over your thoughts and emotions without making them real," C demonstrated by waving her left hand in the air, like she was drawing or guiding an invisible ribbon, but then her hand dropped down on her lap and her hazel eyes took on a fierce shine of hatred, "It was nothing more than a dream, Detective!" She spat while continuing to glare at Olivia. "A selfish and pointless dream to use against me so that he can keep me under his wing! Nothing more! Nothing less!"

Olivia quietly observed as C didn't realize she was crying bloody tears until one fell into her hand. Olivia felt for her and almost shed a tear with her, but she held strong because she had dealt with similar cases like this (without the vampirism stuff). C had been used. Abused like no other and was made to believe that there could have been love between the two. But – whatever was said. Whatever that had happened between them, the spell had been obviously broken – leaving C with a curse that she couldn't escape from – and left with a broken heart.

Taking a deep breath, Olivia reached for the Dampire and wrapped her in an awkward huge, holding on to her with as much strength as she could muster as C made a small noise of annoyance.

"It's okay," Olivia began slowly as she held C's head between her shoulder and face; which seemed like a mistake because her throat was just less than an inch from C's fangs, but she didn't care. This woman needed a friend. "It's okay to cry, C. There's no shame in it. It – just shows you how human you still are! It proves that he was wrong! Tools don't feel, C! So feel. Cry. I promise that the pain is there because you are still you! Don't let anyone tell you differently."

Olivia held her even closer as the Dampire released more bloody tears and even started chocking and sobbing. Pulling out a few tissue, Olivia wiped and cleaned her face until the girl was spent, and that was after the sun went down and the darkness of night was around them; well, somewhat for the lights of the city had dissipated some of that darkness. Pulling them to their feet, (for some of the alcohol had affected C's walking) Olivia dragged the exhausted Dampire to her room, kicked down the door, because of the mattress that was propped up against it again, and led her to her hammock.

Pulling off her boots, Olivia then pulled over her covers and let the Dampire sleep, for it wasn't until this moment that she didn't realize just how hard C's life had been! The Detective had seen all kinds of cases come and go; of the worst kind too! To domestic violence, to rapes and heartbreak relationships and the harshest of tortures! But this!? What had been done to C should never have been done at all! No one deserves to be called a tool and then left to die; only to find out that even death has been taken away from them! It shook her to her boots! But, realizing she was due to check in at SVU, Olivia just turned and walked out of the apartment, making sure that it was properly locked again too.

Ignoring the fact that some of C's bloody tears had stained her dark overcoat (but hardly noticeable unless you stand really close to her), Olivia pulled out her phone and text her partner of what's happened so far. She had walked down several blocks before coming to a rest at a corner. Her partner had just messaged her back saying; "You can't expect the Dampire to land on her feet just like that, Liv! (Snaps fingers)."

If she had the energy, she would race right back to HQ and slap the man senselessly. But, since she didn't, she just sent another message telling him to grow some 'woman' traits and then he'll understand more about 'women' feelings! But – before she could think about driving back home, a strange presence seemed to surround her. Shacking it off to being just the cold wind, she hadn't noticed somebody was with her on the block until he spoke.

"Excuse me, madam," Her eyes jumped up along with her feet until they met a set of blue eyes that burned like headlights. ""Do forgive me for disturbing your thoughts, but I was hoping you would aid me in finding someone." His rich accent told her that he wasn't from around here. Lost in the moment while taking in his all black outfit and black hat (not to mention a handsome face), she spotted his pale hand gesture to the badge in her pocket. Mentally slapping herself awake, because this guy was obviously looking for help from an officer, she straightened up, but kept her phone in hand.

"Oh? What kind of person are you looking for?" She asked as the man gave her a smooth smile and she couldn't help but spot his nicely white teeth.

"The kind who demands respect just as much as you do, if not more," He replied calmly. Her brows went down in confusion and he spoke again, "I shall elaborate," and began to circle her slowly like some vulture. "She is very strong willed. Cold in demeanor, yet there is fire in her eyes. She wears black in such a way that even the bravest man will cringe at. And – has a nature befitting that of a creature of the night."

It took only a few minutes to who this guy was referring to, and Olivia's eyes widened! C!? But – how does he know about her unless…," Taking a moment to how this man was staring at her and how his smile grew, she felt her blood run cold when she spotted fangs. A Demon? Maybe a vampire! Not one that I've ever seen! But still! If C's life is in danger because of him, then I have to throw him off course!

"I – may have to put it on a report and spread the word to my department," She started to say, even though her heart pounded like a drum set. "But I'll let you know as soon as we find someone of that description." But from the look in his eyes and the way his mouth held that grin… he wasn't buying it.

"Oh, I think you do know who I am speaking of," He laced each word with a cold yet calm tone. It was like she was surrounded by water – of the darkest kind! "A woman of dark mystery and yet holds a heart for her humanity. But it cannot last," He replied and that was all she needed to know to reach for her gun. This man is dangerous! And from the way he positioned his feet, he was like a tiger ready to pounce! But she stopped when his blue eyes darkened and narrowed at her. "Do not think that thing will work against someone such as I," He spat out the word; thing, "I have lived far too long for such tolerance."

This guy isn't human! Her brain registered over and over again as he continued to size her up with just his eyes. But it wasn't just the eyes that got her thinking about his identity. His accent, the way he moves and how he talks; like a noble. A very old noble! "Who are you?" She finally demanded though she tried to sound brave, for her inner voice was practically screaming at her to run away from him.

"Did she not speak of me?" He held his chin high at her, yet looked amused nonetheless. "Yet I quite understand if she did not. For I prefer it if our history together does not spread around."

Oh my God! It couldn't be – HIM!? The Detective was breathing out puffs of panic when she realized that the infamous Count Dracula was now standing just a few feet in front of her! Trying to make sure the sounds of her phone couldn't be heard; she quickly dialed for backup, for she was going to need it!

But, the Count's sensitive hearing must have heard her, and with a speed too great for her to see, he appeared before her in a flash of black and knocked her phone away, preventing her from finishing the call. He then grabbed her, with such strength, that she couldn't even kick at him until he had her hanging just a foot off the pavement, holding her wrists with a cold hand, and pining her up against a building in a dark alleyway and the only thing she could see was how that handsome face of his had twisted into barely controlled rage while his eyes did the rest to hold her in place.

"You – are covered in her scent!" He accused which almost confused her, until she remembered that C had been crying in her arms just hours ago. She was so screwed! Above all things created, vampires had a keen sense of smell, and she had no doubt that the Count's was beyond perfect! He could read her with just his nose (like a bloodhound) and there was nothing she could do to stop him.

"I know you've seen her! You have even spoken to her! Now I shall only ask you this once!" He nearly growled at her, which made her tremble at how helpless her situation was. Leaning in closer, until they could almost touch, the old vampire spoke with a harsh tone as he demanded, "Where is my Dampire C?"

"I – I don't know what your –!"

"DON'T – Play those games with me, mortal!" Dracula hissed as he tightened his grip, making her gasp and cringe in pain. "I have spent MONTHS looking for her! And I will not let my only chance at finding her be wasted on you! Do you not realize what dangers face you? Even now!?"

"I swear I don't know what you're talking about!" Olivia pleaded, but the vampire held her firmly, having no intentions of releasing her.

"You are trying my patience, woman!" Dracula hissed angrily, but he could see that he wasn't going to get her to talk. That's just fine by him for he had other ways to make her more compliant. Pursing his lips tightly, he stared into her eyes and began to force his mind into hers. "No more resistance," His tone changed to smooth and more controlled. "No more games. Listen to me, Detective."

His voice sounding sooo sweet in her ears that her struggles ceased all together. Her brown orbs widened in surprise as his eyes began to take on an inhuman glow. Remembering that looking into a vampire's gaze could immobilize a human she tried to look away, but his cold hand took her jaw and kept her in place.

She began to feel weak as a foggy feeling started to blind her sense of reasoning. His eyes just seemed to draw her in as her brown orbs began to dilate. Reality no longer seemed to exist to her. Only this man – this vampire that had taken hold of her. It was like she could do nothing else, except for what he wanted. In that moment, Olivia felt like she could do anything for him, just as long as he could look at her with those eyes.

Once he knew she could no longer fight back, Dracula loosened his hold on her wrists and set her on the solid ground again. Her mind was his now. And like any other mindless servant, along with a blank expression, she waited for his orders.

"Now, you will tell me everything about Dampire C. Do you understand?" He asked coolly as his gaze never faltered.

"Yes… Master," She replied calmly in monotone.

"Good," He smirked and held her by the arm and wrapped it with his as they both left the area; to make it look like they were only a couple on a midnight stroll. "Now, you will tell me how my Dampire came to be in this city."

It has been a week since I took that damn Demon down and yet… I should be grateful to be alive but… I'm not. To know that your life is supported by the only person you thought you could love but ends up breaking your heart in the end just really sucks. And not in the vampiric way either. The whole thing for me just really… sucks.

But… of course that was because of that vile I drank. That damn black vile that started it all. If I had only chosen different well… I guess it's too late to think about the alternative.

April had begun and the rain just kept coming, yet I didn't mind. It was the only time I could feel almost normal again. The water pouring down from the corner of my eyes; making it seem like I was crying normal tears instead of the blood kind. But it wouldn't last. I began to feel like shit again. The depression that I thought had left me had returned with a vengeance, leaving me weak and sad. Not to mention the dreams again. They hurt most of all. From the memories of him to my drowning experiences, the pain just became too much to bear.

For a moment I considered shooting myself again, but I knew that it wouldn't work. I can't die after all. So, I just made myself scares. Even at the night club I sang at did nothing to help me, except for the free drinks. Well, sometimes. But still – I was just tired of feeling.

I was even sulking on the roof of my apartment one day and Detective Olivia Benson decided to pay me a little visit. How sweet. But as much as I wish to never admit it – I was grateful that she was concerned about me. Maybe I'm growing soft around her? But, it was what she told me after I mistakenly told her that he had called me a tool, which really got to me.

"It's okay to cry, C. There's no shame in it. It just shows you how human you still are!"

I did cry for a while on her shoulders. It was embarrassing as Hell, but she didn't leave and nor did she let me go out of this hug she had me in. I really hate hugs! But – it felt nice. It felt nice to have someone care about you and willing to help solve all your problems… even if it is hopeless. It's been so long that I've almost forgotten what it was like to have a friend. Ever since I lost Amy, (because I had to) I felt like I had to shove everyone else away because I was a danger to them! But – this woman – made me feel like I can rely on her despite my dark nature.

After my little episode, Olivia dragged me back to my room and tucked me into my hammock, like a mother would do for their child. I am not a child! Yet still – it was nice enough for her to care. I guess I was just too tired to argue the point with her. When I woke up the next day I felt – refreshed. Like the weight that has been pushing me down for so long was finally lifted. Well, some of it at least. The pain of my past was less and so was the sadness. When I felt sunlight touch my face, I felt warmth coming from it and… it felt amazing! I couldn't help but make the smile on my face knowing who it was that caused it. I am going to have to send her a 'thank you' card.

Feeling better by the minute, I kicked off the blankets and went to the bathroom. After relieving myself of whatever ounces of alcohol I had consumed, I took a hot shower and dressed in cleaner black clothing. Pulling my hair up in its usual messy bun with two sticks, and making up my face with black lipstick and dark blue eye liner, I felt ready to face the day. I guess having a good cry does make you feel better! After all, she did say I was still human! Half-human – but still.

Pulling on my overcoat, I walked over to my window, climbed onto the fire escape and jumped down to the alleyway. Like a cat, I landed on my feet as my heavy boots created echoes around me, letting everyone know I was nearby.

Heading towards Time Square, I decided that a good pair of New York hot dogs could brighten my day even more. After all, you only live once in this life, so why not make every minute worthwhile? Though I'm not sure how long I'm going to live, but I better stop being such a sap and learn to live it more!

Brushing my thoughts out of that uncomfortable zone, I followed the sidewalk and smiled at anyone who looked at me. Yes, I thought as I made my way further through the crowed, Things are going to turn out for the better!

Dracula had taken this Detective around for blocks. Listening to just about everything that he could get from her that was relating to C. He had to restrain his anger several times when Olivia mentioned how C had shot herself with a mortal gun just to try and escape her life. Carolyn! Why!? Why would you perform such an act upon yourself!? But still, he could not feel his Dampire anywhere near their position.

Finally, he had heard enough and ordered the woman to take him where C was currently resting. She complied calmly as they approached a ragged looking hotel. It was daylight by the time they got there but he didn't care, C's scent was so strong that it almost blinded his need for rest. Though he did sent a mental message to Ranfield, telling him that he was close to the Dampire, he told Ranfield to wait for him until he had C in his grasp.

But, by the time the Detective showed him C's room, he could tell that she was not in it. But still, he wanted to look around in it nonetheless. The door had to be forced open because of a mattress that was propped up against it! Dracula had to hold himself back from smiling, for he knew how much C hated mattresses, and to use it to block the entrance seemed like a smart and common move for her to make; so that no one unintentionally broke into her place.

Yet – as Dracula stepped into the room, he had to resist the urge to cringe. Everything may look normal to a mortal's perception, but a vampire can literally sense the atmosphere of one's resting place, and right now, he could feel everything that C had given off. The air was thick with a depressing sadness. Several wallpaper from the corners had scratches on them; like someone was lashing out in anger. The smell of blood and sweat reached his nose as he turned the corner to the bedroom. Unsurprising, there was no bed, but a hammock made of bed sheets and a few blankets on top as a TV lay just across from it. Yet, on the other side, on the wall, was a large letter of a V painted in red and had several knives sticking out of it.

Dracula frowned as he smelled C's scent on every single knife that stuck out of his initial. Yes. He knew that that letter represented him, and that C would use it to vent her anger out; which he could hardly understand why! Why was C expressing such hatred to him?

"What has C told you of me?" He asked firmly as the Detective stood emotionally from the doorway.

"Only that you are the most cruel, cunning, conman of a monster that she never wishes to meet again," She said calmly as Dracula stood there in shock at her worlds. "She tells me you are the reason why she cannot die and how she hates you for it."

That – cannot be! Why would you think of me as such when it was YOU who thanked ME for what I have done!? WHY!? He thought in anger and felt a twinge in his chest that closely related to anguish. Why would she think of him like that? Why? He just couldn't understand it! All his thoughts came to a halt when he felt a piece of the floor creak under him. Not like the normal sound that old floors tend to make, but a sound that seemed like something was hidden under neither.

Moving to the side, he waved his hand and allowed his power to reveal what was hidden. A section of the wood came out and hit the nearby wall, and what he saw lying beneath left him speechless. Guns and bags of cash! There was even a long rifle siting right beside the rest as boxes of ammo lay across from it. This find only told him one thing; C was on a rampage. A vengeful rampage! If what this Detective told him was true, then C was planning on hunting him, or worse! He already read that C had killed several people, despite them being criminals and such. But still – things were worse than he could have imagined.

As he put the floor boards back he turned to the bathroom. The mirror in it was partly broken; possibly by a fist. Though the atmosphere wasn't as bad, he could still smell the salt and blood of her tears. She was broken. Alone. And full of rage directed at him that he just had to find her before it was too late!

"Where is she?" He asked as slowly approached the officer. "Where!? Do you know or have any idea where else she resides!?"

"No, Master. She has a habit of wandering from one place to another," Olivia said calmly as Dracula paced up and down in frustration. "At this time of day, she could be anywhere."

With his chin in hand, Dracula tried hard to think of several ways he could find her, though he knew the best solution would be to draw her out. He already had the officer that was covered in C's scent. Perhaps he can use her? Only, C would know it's a trap and not take the bait, but – C has always been a selfless fool to saving those she holds close to her, what's to say she won't do it again?

"It would seem I have no choice," He said calmly and turned to the woman officer again. "It will have to be you that brings her to me." With a wave of his hand, he cast her into a deep sleep. The Detective gave a small gasp before she fell forward and he caught her before she hit the floor.

"There is a place here that is less populated; an abandoned building of sorts," He spoke more to himself as he lifted the woman in her arms and teleported to that building. The air was stale and the rooms mostly empty, but he knew that it was the best place to confront his Dampire without drawing so much unwanted attention. "If I am to call my Dampire, it would be easier for her to come if she sees someone she knows to be in danger." He said coolly as he laid the Detective down on a table, like a centerpiece. Then he evaporated to the rooftop.

At seventy stories high, the Count could see a good portion of the city. Though most of the noise was distant, he could still hear them as if they were standing next to him, but he had to be focused now. What he was about to do next required his full concentration, despite what this city unleashes.

"Oh, Unholy Father," He began to chant as he stepped onto the edge and outstretched his arms in welcome, "I ask of the', grant me the power to summon that which is mine!"

At first there was silence, until the wind started to pick up and heavy clouds covered the sun's warm rays as thunder rang throughout the sky. Relieved that he was heard, Dracula extended his arms forward as he stretched his mind out. His eyes were closed in determination as he forced his mind to search and seek out his Dampire through the connection they shared. Though it was small at first he had allowed his dark essence to fill him up with much needed energy so that the bond that he shared with C could appear more clearly.

Carolyn! Hear me! I am here! I am waiting for you! Come! Come and find me here! If not – then you shall never see her again!

From the other end he heard her give out a cry of pain. He regretted that the connection hurt her, but he had to grab her attention. Though he was relieved that she was very much alive, he had to break the connection before she could respond back. With the message and images of the Detective and building he was at, all he had to do now was wait.

Something was wrong.

Not long after I had gotten my two hot dogs, my phone rang with Elliot Stabler's number and when I answered he started yammering on and on how his partner was still not back after she visited me last night and then he accused me of perhaps biting her and draining her dry! Typical. Though I told him otherwise, it still wasn't like her to simply wander off without letting him know where she was. So, something was very wrong!

I asked if they put a trace on her phone and Elliot said they did and found it on the curb but found no sign of her. With that said I asked to meet them all at the place where they found her phone.

"I don't know what you think you're going to find here, C," Elliot said as Munch and Tutuola stood beside him. "But we tried everything!"

"We went to check out her hotel room, but she wasn't there," Detective Munch said as his partner leaned against his car while observing us.

"Your gonna try and sniff her out, aren't ya?" Tutuola said and the others did a double take from me to him. Of course they would forget that I'm an expert Tracker! Being half-vampire means I can sniff out a mostly eaten doughnut that's at the bottom of a very dirty trash can. And yes… that is just nasty! But so is all the trash in this city and I wonder how I haven't cut off my own nose yet? Well, back to the investigation anyway; there was someone with Olivia before they disappeared!

"I keep forgetting how much you look human, but you aren't!" Munch said as I slowly walked up and down the corner to get a better fix on the scent.

"Comes with the package of Dampire C," Elliot smirked as the others rolled their eyes.

"Quiet!" I hissed but not in a mean way, for I was trying to get this scent in my head when something familiar hit me. This smell! This… this was so… familiar! But – it couldn't be! Could it?

"What's wrong?" Tutuola asked when he saw the distress on my face and the others exchanged curious glances.

"That's – impossible! But –!?" I sniffed again, but there was no mistaking that smell! It was masculine yet strong! Powerful and yet soothing like velvet and cold! So cold that it couldn't belong to anyone else I knew! "No!" I breathed as my heart began to beat fast! "No way! You can't be here! You just can't be!"

"C? What is it? Who can't be here?" Detective Munch went to approach me but quickly jumped back when he saw the wild and fearful look in my eyes.

Before I could answer the question, a burning and powerful force suddenly broke through the defenses of my mind that there was no mistaking who it was!

Carolyn! His voice echoed into my mind as I grabbed my head and tried to bear it. Hear me! I am here! I am waiting for you! "NO!" I yelled as an image of a condemned building came flashing across my vision. Come! Come and find me here! If not – then you shall never see her again! "STOP!" Then the image of Detective Olivia Benson came, for she looked unconscious and lying flat across some random table.

"NOOOOO!" I shrieked in dismay and slammed my fist against the wall, breaking a sizable chunk off of it as his presence left my mind, leaving me enraged and exhausted.

"C!" Tutuola was the only one brave enough to approach me, "The Hell! What's gotten into you?!"

"He's here! HE'S HERE!" I hollered as I clenched my teeth and my fists so tight that my nails were making my palms bleed. I couldn't believe it! My fucked up luck strikes again! My worst nightmare finally shows himself in the one place I'd never expect him to be in! I just can't believe this!

"Who is here, C?" Elliot said as all three of them tried to keep their distance from the upset Dampire, for none of them could do a thing once she started throwing some sort of a fit! Once she was done though, it looked like she had just seen something that she did not like!

A low growl vibrated out of my throat as I turned to face him. My eyes burned a fiery red as I clearly explained how dire the situation had become. "My former Master! The one who created me! Count Dracula! He's here! And he had Olivia Benson in his grasp!"

If you could describe the looks on the three Detectives face; you could say they were flabbergasted. Well, Munch looked more annoyed then shocked as Elliot and Tutuola.

"Well! That's a surprising twist!" Elliot breathed as I glared at him.

"There's another," Tutuola gazed up at the sky in wonder. For it was once sunny and the Weatherman promised it would be all day, but now – now there were clouds the size of a massive blanket quickly covering the sky. Thunder rolled all around us as the temperature dropped several degrees, but that was not what made my spin shiver.

He always had a way with changing the weather with a flick of his wrist. Just a gaze from his eyes could send you into your most precious dreams or worst nightmares. Just his very presents could wake up your inner most desires. With a snap of his fingers he could very well end your life. And just as the sky darkened to match his ever alluring aura, my worst fear has come true. He knows I'm here! He has come for me! And now he plans to take me back into his world of death and darkness! Shit!

I'm back again! Sorry for the long wait but I had some computer problems and such. But here is the next chapter and I'll be working on the next one now! Hope all of you are having a good last month of the year! It's still cold where I'm at!

Well, this chapter turned out shorter than I expected but I realize I have a lot of planning ahead of me, and there will be a lot more fun and The Confrontation between C and the Count will come! So don't cry! REVIEW and REVIEW because all your awesome REVIEWS keep me going! : D

Sincerely, BR2