Van Helsing's Sister, Dracula's Bride

-Omniscient POV-

Van Helsing, Carl, and the monster walk together through a small village. All three were thinking about what the Count would do now that he had the last of the Valerious' in his grasp; Van Helsing had a pretty good idea of what would happen to Mari, she would become Dracula's newest bride or she would be bleed dry; neither was one he wanted to happen. The pain from the Werewolf bite wasn't wavering in the slightest nor was it helping him think of a plan. As they walk into the village center, the red-haired bride, Aleera, lands on a snowy eave above them.

Van Helsing pulls out his revolver, trying his best to ignore the pain in his side. Aleera tsks at them, wagging her finger like a mother would do to her naughty child. "What do you want," Van Helsing asks hatefully.

"The Master commands a trade," the bride says, focusing her gaze on Frankie," the monster for the Princess and woman."

"Somewhere public so your Master would be less inclined to show his—his other side." The monster looks at Van Helsing with a shocked and slightly hurt expression while Carl can only think about Mari and what would become of her if they didn't hurry. The bride thinks for a minute before smirking down at them wickedly.

"Tomorrow night is All Hallows Eve; there is a wonderful masquerade ball." She flies off, cackling about her brilliant plan.

"Are you alright," Carl asks his friend, noticing the blood on his torn sweater.

"No," Van Helsing says quietly. The monster forcefully turns Van Helsing to face him so he can see the wound, causing Van Helsing to wince in pain and grit his teeth so as not to cry out.

"He has been bitten," the monster rasps, confirming its thoughts," bitten by a Werewolf. Now you will become that which you've hunted so passionately." Van Helsing pulls out his dart gun. "May others be as passionate in the hunting of you." Van Helsing nods before shooting a dart into the creature.

It falls unconscious onto the hard, snow-covered cobblestone.

~X~

Van Helsing and Carl gently lie the monster down on the mausoleum floor, then they walk out and close the heavy stone doors behind them. "They won't find him in here," Van Helsing says confidently. The two men are dressed in costumes; Van Helsing looks like a noble Prince and Carl is dressed as a Court Jester, hat and all.

"I'm sure this is some sort of sin," the Cleric says nervously, fidgeting with his hat.

"Don't worry. God will forgive us." Van Helsing picks up a heavy cross to block the mausoleum doors, straining with the effort and pain. "Carl, help me," he says through gritted teeth.

"Oh, right." Carl goes over and grabs the other side of the cross, surprised by how heavy it was, and helps to bar the doors with it. "How many commandments can we break in one day?" The men start to head out of the cemetery. "Anyway, you shouldn't turn into a Werewolf until the rising of your first full moon. That's two nights from now; even then, you'll still be able to fight Dracula's hold over you until the final stroke of midnight."

"Sounds like I have nothing to worry about."

"Oh my God, you should be petrified!"

"Thank you," Van Helsing says sarcastically.

"You're sure he can't get out of their?"

"Not without some help from the dead." Carl couldn't help thinking about the irony of his friend's sentence. Little did either of them know, while they walked out of the graveyard, the dead were already rising from their graves...