"You did WHAT?" Dracula yelled as the vampire hunter and friar entered the inn that they had rented a room in. Dracula had come across the town after a few hours of flying, he then sent a messenger back to Van and Carl. They arrived a few hours later.

"I killed him Dracula, he was attacking me." Van said in his defense. Dracula made a wild gesture with his hands.

"Attacking you? So what, he's the son of a God. Loki none the less, we are in deep shit because of you!" Dracula thwacked Van on the head then continued his pacing. Van glowered at Dracula.

"You would have done the same Dracula." He hissed, the vampire sighed irritably.

"No, I would have had the brains to know that it was Fenrir that was attacking me." Van scoffed at Dracula.

"Right. What where you going to do? Sit down and have tea with him?" Dracula blushed and glared at Van. (Or as much of a blush as he could get.)

"No, but I know a God when I see one."

"Son of a God." Interjected Carl softly. Dracula shrugged and sat down.

"Same difference. So… What are we going to do?" The three lapsed into silence as the sleet pounded on the window.

"Wait till this storm is over." Carl said softly. Dracula rolled his eyes.

"Besides that Monk."

"Friar."

"Shut it Gabriel." Van looked at Dracula for a bit, concerned.

"Dracula, I think we need to talk. Come with me, we can talk downstairs." Van said as he stood up, Dracula shot a look at him then followed.

The downstairs mess hall was loud and smelly. Drunk men passed around their beer mugs while groping the barmaids. Rosy cheeks and swollen bellies moved around, causing Dracula to be a bit nauseous.

"Disgusting…" He muttered as he and Van moved into a secluded corner away from it all. "So Gabriel, what had your mind occupied?" The Count asked softly, leaning across the table.

"You are more snarky than usual, whats on your mind?" Van asked. Dracula looked rather taken aback at the mans concern.

"Nothing, just… I'm a bit worried about the situation we are in." He said, his voice low.

"You mean with the Valkyrie?" Dracula gave a furtive shake of his head, making his hair glisten in the sleazy light.

"Loki. He's the one I'm worried about. It is known that he hates the Valkyrie, but we, you, killed his son… Who knows he could be another entity all on his own." Dracula slid over next to Gabriel. "I'm not worried about myself, they can't kill me. But…" Van looked at him cautiously, Dracula was about to say something but then he bit it back.

"Never mind." The two lapsed into silence, across the room a group of drunkards burst into a storm of course laughter. Van's eyes wandered over the group, finally coming to rest on Dracula who appeared to be off in lala land.

"Tired?" Van asked quietly while slipping a hand around the vampire. A soft nod confirmed his suspicions.

"Why didn't you want to transform?" Van voiced the question that had been on his mind for quite a while. Dracula shifted his weight and rested his head on Van's chest.

"I was worried…"

"About what?"

"Being seen… and my lack of food." Dracula's eyes slid closed. He must be really tired; he's falling asleep at night… guess I should head upstairs. Van shifted a bit and managed to slip Dracula into his arms. He trudged upstairs and managed to knock on the door. Carl quickly answered it; an odd look crossed his face when he opened the door.

"Van what happened?" He asked as he closed the door behind him. "Did he attack you?" Van placed Dracula down on his bed and gave Carl a funny look.

"If he attacked me do you think I would be carrying him upstairs?"

"…No…"

"Exactly." Van slid his coat off and undid his vest, letting that slip off as well.

"Well, what happened?" The friar asked as he crossed over to his bed and sat down.

"He fell asleep."

"What?"

"He was tired and fell asleep."

"While you two where talking?" Disbelief wormed its ugly way into Carl's voice. Van shrugged and sat down on the edge of his bed as to not quash Dracula. (Note: There where only two beds in this room, they couldn't afford a bigger room.)

"Something like that." Van said in an offhand voice. Carl's eyes narrowed.

"You're hiding something Van." He said.

"No. Look, he just kind of… fell asleep." Van said as he turned away and busied himself with checking his bag for something.

"Of course." Carl whispered as he pulled the covers around him. "Night Van."

"Night Carl."

Van continued to look through his stuff till he was sure that Carl was asleep. What am I going to tell him? He will catch on soon enough…

He already has you numbskull.

Not you again.

Don't say that, it's mean.

Shush.

Go to sleep you're tired, I'll talk to you in the morning.

Of course.

If you can find a spot… Unless you want to sleep on the dirty floor the only beds are taken.

… No…

You know you want to…

No.

Ha! I will leave you now and let you figure it out.

Van scowled as he looked over at the sleeping vampire. I guess I could sleep next to him. … Looks like I don't have much choice, God only knows what has been on the ground. Van shivered a little as he looked at the dirt caked ground. After a bit of moving Dracula around Van managed to position himself in-between the count and the wall. After propping a pillow under his head he found his eyes closing without his help.

O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you...

On she gallops through lovers' brains,

and then they dream of love…

-Mercutio

Romeo and Juliet

Ok that's it for now. I hope you enjoy.

Dracula: Shakespeare? May I ask?

Napoleon: He's British!

And you don't have an ounce of French blood in you.

Napoleon: Sshh… Don't let the masses know that.

They already do. Anyway, don't mind the Shakespeare thing, I just thought that it would be appropriate.

Dracula: Sure, excuses, excuses.

Shut up or else I will make you wear the stupid clothing that they have to wear.

Nappy: Ha!

You too.

Nappy: Eeep.

Ok, unless you also want to end up looking like Benvolio or Romeo then review!

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