"We'll rest here." Van said as he slid off his horse and pulled a pack over his shoulders.

"Where are we?" Carl asked, reigning up next to Van. "And how can you walk? My legs feel like logs and I think I have a permanent rash in between them." Complained the friar.

"We are in Nuremberg."

"Ah, and where is that?"

"Germany."

"Where in Germany?"

"Uh… North of Munich."

"Well you're helpful Van." Carl growled and then pulled out a map from his saddlebag. After consulting the map for a bit he sat up straight and looked around. They had just arrived at the outskirts of the city and where surrounded by small quaint huts.

"How much longer?" Dracula asked, pulling his cloak tighter around him.

"About five or six days, we're relaying horses and its about 560 kilometers from here." Van said. He then motioned to a small inconspicuous inn. The three of them pulled around to the stable and dropped off there horses with the stable boy, requesting fresh new horses at first light, fed and ready to go.

The three slinked into the inn and found a small table over in the corner. Van and Carl both ordered Goulash and a mug of beer.

"So, what are we going to do once we get there?' Asked Carl, making sure he kept his voice low.

"Ask around, see if anything odd has been going on. From there we decide our course of action." Van answered, he sat back as the wench brought them their food; Dracula was over in the corner, still half asleep.

"Sounds easy enough." Carl said as he started on his soup, occasionally tearing pieces of bread off the loaf that had been brought for them. "Good food." He said after a bit. Van nodded in agreement.

"I'm going out." Van and Carl jumped and turned to see Dracula scooting around Carl and standing up. "I'll be back within the hour, I'm not picky tonight." He then disappeared into the crowd.

"I will never get used to him." Carl said as he shook his head, he then glanced up at Van who appeared in a slight daze. "Are you ok Van?"

He closed his eyes, opened them and focused them on Carl, "Huh? Oh ya, I'm fine just lost in thought." Carl nodded understandably.

"You've been doing a lot of thinking lately, you barely spoke yesterday. Not that I'm complaining, but it's odd. What's been on your mind Van?"

Van shifted a bit and chewed on a piece on bread. "Just stuff, nothing of great importance."

"Ok." The rest of the meal took place in silence. Dracula had not returned, Van and Carl finally agreed to go to bed and sleep while they could, both thinking that Dracula just decided to binge. Van mentally reminded himself to scold Dracula for killing to many people when he returned.

ZE END

Ok I need opinions!

Should Carl find out about Van/Dracula?

Should anything happen to Dracula right now, or should it happen to Van and Carl, or should nothing happen at all.

That's it. Hope you enjoyed please review.

Dracula: (humming to himself) I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt. I'm too sexy for my pants, too sexy for my pants.

Yes you are.

Dracula: Eeeep! You heard me?

Yes…

Dracula: (blushes) no you didn't!

Uh huh. (Glomps Dracula) BYE AND REVIEW!

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