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Chapter 3: The years before and in between.

When he was done feeding on the poor unlucky soul that happened to be Van Hellsing's sacrifice to him Vlad stood up and looked Van Hellsing in the eyes.

Van Hellsing's eyes were exactly the way he remembered them: dark, empty, cold, calculating and unfeeling. Van helsing's eyes reflected Vlad's. That dark, cold unforgiving darkness that had years and years to build and grow. That darkness that was planted in them both when the Order Of Draco stole everything from them, but now they both were ready to take revenge, both ready to wipe them out, both ready to destroy them and everything they stood for, and in the end they would all be faced with the very realization that they had caused their own downfall, their ego witch had grown too large over the centuries he had been trapped in that insufferable metal box.

Vlad had been the only child of a dying King; he had been raised to be a leader since the day he was born. He had responsibility thrust upon to him at the age of 10 when was crowned king of Romania, on top of that he had been recognized as a skilled fighter with the unique ability to fight on pure instinct alone, Vlad who was easily known as the continent's best tactician at the tender age of 13. Vlad knew that you don't allow your enemies to live. You kill them and don't leave loose ends, you get rid of them to eliminate the threat of them seeking revenge.

Van helsing led him up a rope and into the bright shimmering night sky; it wasn't as bright as it once had been back in those days when he was still human, because of all the coming from the homes of the villagers who live nearby.

"Come with me." Said Van helsing instructing him to follow the old man and he did, easily playing the part of a confused man out of his time. He followed Van helsing who led him to a little house that was obviously aged and crumbling.

"The world has changed and moved on since you were here. The Order doesn't target people of other religions and brand them as heretics. They primarily target Vampires now…" Van helsing droned on and on about the new world, electricity and all. Vlad had heard all of this before the first time and it had excited and interested him the fist time but now it bored him beyond all.

He had spent three years with Van Helsing, acting like he hadn't done any of this before and acting as though he didn't know anything or he didn't have an American accent, it really tested his patience when ever the good doctor corrected him, as if he knew anything, Vlad was tempted to kill the damn old fool but he remembered how that if he did that, he could kiss his chance at walking in sunlight away, and if he did the future would be uncertain, his only advantage right now was his limited knowledge of what is to come.

He did everything as close to the past as he remembered it. He met Renfield on the train like he did the first time. He traveled with Van helsing and Renfield just like before, conducting business and creating the fake identity known as Alexander Grayson.

Three years learning about the new world with Van Helsing and nine other years creating this empire of lies as Van helsing liked to refer to it. Made twelve years planning, waiting, and calculating what to do next, and planning for his eventual arrival in London and Mina. He thought about her most of the time, but he continually buried himself into the task at hand. He will see her soon. All he needed was patience. Too bad he didn't have any.

But finally the day had come. His planned grand arrival in London, the arrival that had signaled the beginning of the new battle between the order and him. And this time he wouldn't make the same mistakes as before.

(A/N) so what do you think?

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—Farala