I DON'T OWN ANYTHING! And that's for the rest of the story cause I'm tired of writing it.

This chapter is dedicated to: Slashers R Us! You rock!

CHAPTER TWO

VD

"LET ME OUT," I hung there, long strands of my black hair hiding my face, which was no doubt a good thing for my eyes had begun to glow a blood red and my canines had elongated. Damn that woman who screamed on and on as if some one were murdering her, hum…perhaps that wasn't such a bad idea. I wouldn't mind her screams so much if I were the one inflicting them upon the damn woman. After all, she was no friend of mine, even if we did live around the same time and area, since we had all established we were from different time frames. She had taken young girls from my villages and raped, tortured, and killed them, while drinking and bathing in there blood. I turned my head slightly and glared at her. She had been given the nickname the blood countess, and for good reason. I turned to my left as I heard the sound or shifting chains to see the young man shifting slightly, eyes screwed shut breathing beginning to quicken, he was waking up. His eyes snapped open and he sat bolt straight up panting slightly gazing around panic written upon his face before he scooted away from me and the screaming wench on the other wall before the chain holding him to the floor would let him retreat no farther.

"Do not be afraid, none of us have anything but to help each other." I stated causing his large brown eyes to turn to me. I cocked my head to one side, something about those eyes reminded me of someone. Who was this young man?

DF

I gazed up at the chained man before jumping as a young girl approached me and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Do not fret, we are all in the same boat so to speak. What is your name? I am Mary Shelly, the gentlemen behind me is Abraham Stoker, the screaming woman is Countess Elizabeth and this man is Prince Vlad Dracula." She stated, I gasped and gazed back at the chained man.

"Dracula? So it's true? You really are real?" He frowned at me slightly, no doubt trying to figure out what I meant. I gulped and looked back at the girl who smiled weakly at me.

"My name is Dipple, Dipple Frankenstein." Her eyes seemed to widen slightly, but she said nothing but nodded before standing and walking back over to the bench.

"Dipple, Frankenstein?" I glanced back up at the man who was Dracula and gulped nodding as his auburn, almost red eyes narrowed.

"So you are George's great, great grandson." He paused. "What is it you do Frankenstein?" He questioned, in a very demanding fashion, so no doubt he was ordering an answer from me.

"I am a man of God if you must know. I am a Priest." I faltered, I knew I did, the air of my voice hinted of something else, I pray he does not ask. And he didn't, he simply made a gruff sound before turning his attention else where.

"Oh you're a Priest?" I looked over to the girl sitting upon the bench. She was smiling sweetly at me, though I could not quite figure out the air in her voice. I nodded and smiled back weakly.

"Yes. I am." She bit her lip.

"What do you do in your spare time Father?" She questioned. I cursed mentally before requesting forgiveness for the profound word before sighing. I was hoping no one would ask that, after all, it was getting me in trouble with the church, no one understood what I was looking for.

"I, I am a scientist."

"Oh really?" Abraham questioned. "And what is it you do, since you are a scientist?"

"I," I sighed there was no easy way to explain what I did.

"I take fresh corpses and attempt to bring them to life." The cell went dead silent, all eyes were upon me. I gulped, my palms sweaty my mouth dry.

"You, what?" Dracula questioned gazing at me as if that were the craziest thing he had ever heard.

"Once the body is dead, you cannot bring it back to life!" He snapped. I gazed at him.

"But you're dead, you are a vampire." His eyes narrowed and he gritted his teeth.

"That is very different! I am cursed to walk this earth as a monster for eternity! What you are attempting to do is to bring back a corpse, your attempting to animate a corpse! How old are your corpses any way?"

"Relatively new actually. I used to get the hour old corpses from the gallows, but I have discovered that I cannot work with hour old corpses, so now, when ever there is to be an execution, I get the corpses immediately." I shifted slightly, I suddenly wished that the Countess was still screaming, the silence unnerved me.

"How, do you attempt to bring the corpses to life?" Mary questioned, she seemed interested, why would she be? She was just a young girl, why would she be interested in such monstrosities as this?

"I bleed the corpse before making on inch incisions on the hands, feet over the heart and over the belly button. I then take electrified metal rods and place them in the incisions, before turning the machine on."

"But if you bleed the corpse then what is the point of attempting to bring it back? Blood is the fluid of life! With out it we would all die!" Dracula snapped.

"I cannot electrify the corpse with the blood stilled with in its veins, for the blood would boil and it would make a great big mess, believe me I did it once, and I do not want to do it again." I paused, this sounded horrible coming from a Priest, a man of God doing such acts, they would not understand.

"Have you ever brought a corpse back to life?" Mary questioned, again sounding all to interested.

"Almost. With one of the corpses I had grabbed one of the rods forgetting to turn off the machine and so electrocuted myself, I jumped and tossed the rod, it landed on the mans forehead. When the metal ball of the rod touched his forehead his eyes snapped open as if surprised, his mouth opened and closed and his whole body began to convulse, but sadly I did not have enough electricity at the time and the experiment failed."

"Wow." Was all the young lady said.

"I know that this does not sound right coming from a man of God, but please understand, I am doing this because I want answers, I want to be able to read the master blue prints that God had written himself when he created us, we are after all amazing beings, I want to know how we live, I want to know how amazing our God is."

JACK'S POV

"So, are you finally going to let me in on your plan?" I questioned as I leaned against the wall, facing the man who lounged upon the sofa. "You are not ready to know yet John." I snarled my eyes narrowed teeth gritted.

"DON'T CALL ME JOHN!" I yelled before I was shoved against the wall by an unseen force, my eyes resting upon the still lounging man upon the sofa. I shuddered as I felt something, almost like a hand gently grazing across my cheek and down my neck.

"Relax, we are in this together, and when you are ready I will tell you, so don't go losing your temper." The man spoke. I tried to move but the force against my chest wouldn't allow it.

"Now, it is very late and you have more work to do in the morning, so sleep." At the word I felt my breathing slow, my heart slow and my eyes droop. The last thing I remember was being slowly lowered to the floor before I fell asleep.

"After all, you do not question a god John, or as you prefer…Ripper."

Ok that was chapter two, yay you found out who Jack was! Lol.