Sorry for the huge wait!!! I didn't mean too, but I got sidetracked. And a haircut, but that's not important now. Without further ado, my story!!!!

Dracula picked Carl up and looked at him for a minute, wondering how he would react when he awoke to find himself dead. He pulled him closer and hovered by his neck. Dracula opened his mouth slightly, then bit him. He drank till Carl was on the verge of death, then set him down gently. He then used his teeth to cut his own wrist and quickly pressed it to Carl's mouth.

Later...

Carl woke up and looked around. It was pitch black outside. He tried to turn his head, but found his neck was too sore. He reached up to massage it, and noticed two small scabs (eww!! scabs!!!). He gasped in surprise. "NOOOO!!!!!" Dracula winced from up in the corner, then dropped to the floor. "No what?" he asked, looking at Carl. Carl just looked at him, terrified. Dracula reached out and pulled Carl to a standing position. He took a step forward and grabbed Carl's shoulders. "It's alright." He pressed his lips against Carl's and held him there.

"Anna! He's in here!" VanHelsing flipped around and hen stood, rooted to the spot, his face pale. "Good God..."

Waddya think? r&r please!!!