Van Helsing's Sister, Dracula's Bride

I look around me at the others; they have the same confused expression on their faces. "Ye know, I think your family just likes to be over dramatic with their stuff and your dad just forgot how to get to the mirror," Isaiah sighs, putting a comforting arm around my shoulders; he quickly removes it when my brother sends a death glare in his direction.

We all ignore what Isaiah said and try to figure out why a mirror was here. "Dracula has no reflection in the mirror," Anna states.

"But why," Van asks. They're all so tense!

"Well, he has no soul; that could be a HUGE contributing factor of the whole 'no reflection' thing." He shoots me a look. "Sorry, just being a smart ass."

"Maybe," Carl speculates," to Dracula it isn't a mirror at all." We all look over at him, urging him to continue. "Well, like you all said, he has no reflection and don't most mirrors only have one reflecting side?" All five of us get closer to the mirror and watch as Van Helsing hesitantly touches the glass.

His hand goes through and the area around it changes to resemble ice! "It is cold," he chuckles," and it is snowing." He brings his hand out and shows it to us. We all smile goofy smiles at each other. Van grabs a torch and heads back over to us. "See you on the other side." He makes to go through the mirror/door but Anna stops him.

"Be careful." He nods, trying to go again, but this time I grab him by the collar of his black duster.

"If you don't live through this and turn into a human Popsicle or something like that, I want you to know that I will defrost you then kill you myself, do you understand?" Van Helsing's eyebrows rise in shock that I would give a threat like that to him, but he eventually nods. "Good, now get goin'." He walks through the mirror-door-thing, just like before, the area he touches turns to ice, allowing him through without injury as far as I could see.

Anna grabs a torch next and goes through as well. When I grab one and start forward, Carl and Isaiah each grab one of my arms, holding me back. "What are you guys doing," I growl, fighting to break out of their grasps.

"You're staying here," Carl says simply.

"What, no I'm not, let me go!"

"That's the only thing the friar and I agree on, now stay here and we'll tell you how it goes when we come back," Isaiah commands. He takes the torch from me and joins my brother and the Princess. I look over at Carl and stare open-mouthed at him as he walks through the door without me.

"Oh, uh-uh," I shout in a childish tone. I stomp through the door just in time to watch Carl try to go back through, only to find that he couldn't and fall on his butt. "Ha, you deserved it!"

"I thought you were supposed to stay in the manor," Isaiah says, angry. I roll my eyes and pat him on the shoulder sympathetically.

"That's what you get for thinking, my friend." I look around us; the place is snow covered and a seemingly baron wasteland save for the giant castle and dead trees that have skeletons hanging from them. Count Chocula needs to have a landscaper do something with this place, it's deeply depressing. We walk up to the dark castle, saying nothing as we try to figure out what to do now that we're here besides kill the Vampire and all that get in our way.