Its long over due and its time. You need to go fucking kill that bloodsucker or die trying. You need to prove that you are and always will be the baddest of the monsters. You also need to prove to these wolflings that they need to be proud of their fucking heritage and not play second fiddle to some overgrown leeches.

“All right you cubs! We’re going to go raise some fucking hell. We’re going to Dracula’s Castle. We’re going to rip the place apart brick by brick, and every fucking bloodsucker in the goddamned place and I’M going to rip Fagula apart limb from limb, drive a stake in his heart, cut his head off and then shove his dick in his mouth!”

The Wolflings look very apprehensive about your suggestion, in fact they outright refuse.

“You’re a fucking crazy old coot; if you think we’re gonna follow you to Dracula’s Castle! Fuck that, he’s got an army of bloodsuckers and ghouls and who knows what the hell else! We can’t win that Wolf! Can’t we just bust up a bar or something?” one of them exclaims

You can’t believe your ears! These snot nosed pups know nothing of their heritage! Back in the old days they would’ve been killed and eaten for such cowardice!

“Goddammit are you Wolves or fucking Chihuahuas? Vampires have been taking OUR rightful place in the monster hierarchy for centuries! We need to set the fucking record straight on this shit! Now are you going to run with me and be a fucking Wolf or are you going to go back home with your tails tucked between your legs?”

After looking at each other for awhile they all begin to leave and head back to the studio.

“Oh fuckin’ fine then, play werewolf in a movie, but I can see I’m the only fuckin’ REAL Werewolf here, the rest of you are just goddamn overgrown dingos! Fuck this, I don’t give a shit, I’ll kill Dracula my own goddamned self. I don’t need anybody’s help!”

You get on your Harley and ride. You only make a few stops on your way; you’re completely driven to have your final showdown with Vlad. Finally after a few days of riding you reach Dracula’s Castle. The place looks exactly the same. You get off your bike and scale the high iron gate. As you jump down into the courtyard you half expect yourself to be overwhelmed by vampires, or even ghouls, but nothing happens. This is weird, there aren’t even any guards patrolling or even at the door. In fact it sounds like a party is going on inside. You hear lots of laughter and music. Suddenly someone comes outside and sees you. It’s some Vampire chick.

“Ohhh, a Werewolf! Wow, I didn’t know any of you types were invited to the party; I thought Drac hated you guys. Well what’re you doing standing outside? Come on in the party’s just starting!” she says waving you in.

A bit of a different approach than you were preparing for, but you enter. You entrance to the ballroom is immediately a big event. You’re the only Werewolf there. Everyone else is either a Vampire, a ghoul, or even a human “servant”. Everyone is staring at you, some with wonder and interest, most with hatred, a few in awe. Most probably haven’t encountered a Werewolf like you before. The staring would probably continue if another slightly out of place being didn’t come shuffling up to you to talk you in a friendly manner causing the bloodsuckers to go back to partying. It’s Im-Ho-Tep. You’re surprised to see him here.

“Wolf?! YOU got an invitation to this thing? I can’t believe it! What the hell did you and Dracula kiss and make up?” he remarks with his scratchy sounding voice.
“Not in this life time Teppy. What’re you doing here?”
”Me? Oh you know Vlad, he’s always gotta put on a show. Likes to play up the whole royalty thing to the other bloodsuckers, so he always invites me to these things to prove he’s got connections or something since I was a Prince. I always keep telling him, it’s a meaningless title since the Egyptian Empire fell thousands of years ago, but he insists on flying me out here, making a big fuss and everything so what the hell, it’s not like I got anything better to do plus I get a kick out of watching the bloodsuckers get drunk and make idiots out of themselves, well that and I like to look at some of these Vamp chicks. Heh, guess that makes me a voyeur, but again what the hell, its one of the few pleasures I get in this world anymore. But enough about this dirty old man, what brings you here if you weren’t invited? Just randomly crashing the party?”
“Sort of…I didn’t even know there was one…I’m here to kill Fagula.” You whisper quietly.

Tep’s eyes widen a bit under his bandages. He isn’t entirely surprised (At his age barely anything surprises him anymore) but he was caught a little off guard by your statement.

“Wow Wolf…I can tell you’re really not joking about this. All I can say is… what took you so long? I thought this day would come long before now. Lost some bets because of it, oh well easy come easy go. Well you know your secret’s safe with me, though I suppose it won’t be a secret for too much longer! You’re still the craziest sonofabitch I know, but then you always did know how to liven up a party! Ha ha! Ol’ Vlad will probably be making his grand entrance soon, so just wait awhile. He threw this party for some kind of special announcement he has to make. I still got a bet with Erik that you would win if you and Drac ever got into a battle to the death. I’ll be hoping to collect that bet from Erik. Good luck!” Tep then shuffles off back to where he sitting.

Erik bet against you? Fucking little depressed shit! You’re going to have a little talk with him after all this.

You put your back against the wall, watching everyone while waiting for Dracula to arrive. An hour passes and you’re fucking sick of waiting, you don’t feel like waiting for him to make “an entrance”. You’re here to commit major mayhem on him, not listen to anything he has to say. While you’re surveying the place, you see a disheveled man peek out from a corner across the room and then slink back. That was Renfield, you’d know Fagula’s sycophantic bitch boy anywhere.
> You go follow Renfield
You push your way through the crowd and head towards where Renfield was lurking about. He isn’t far, you can smell him. You follow a long corridor and then turn the corner to see Renfield hobbling down another passage, you quickly knock him to the floor, turn him over and kneel on his chest. He attempts to struggle, but you’re still too strong for him.

“Well, well, well, I’m surprised your faggot master still keeps you around. Shit, you smell terrible, I suppose along with your flesh rotting, and lousy hygiene in general, all those ass rammings have taken a toll on you eh? Where the hell is he?”
”You! You’ve always been jealous of the master! Jealous of his wealth, his style and his beauty! You’re nothing, but a lowly animal!”
“For someone who gets abused in every possible way, has no self respect, and is a filthy Ghoul, I wouldn’t be calling anyone a lowly animal. And you’re not really in the position to be pissing me off anyway. Now where the fuck is Fagula?”
“The master is going enjoy killing you, especially tonight! Now he’ll be able to claim victory over TWO of his greatest enemies!”
“What the hell are you blathering about?”
“Oh you’ll find out…” Renfield smiles with a set of blacken teeth.
“Yeah whatever, look last chance to…”

Suddenly you feel a powerful crushing blow to the back of your head. It isn’t enough to knock you out, but you fall off of Renfield and roll over feeling very woozy. In your bleary vision you can make out the form of that cocksucker Dracula standing over you. Another figure stands there as well, you don’t know who they are, but they look somewhat familiar.

“Wolf, I don’t believe I invited you to this party, but it was good of you to come anyway. It only makes festivities more enjoyable! I think you’ll give Jacob a good chance of testing himself. I was going to have him fight Renfield, but I’m sure you’ll provide much more of a challenge. You think you’re up for the challenge Jacob?”
“Sounds perfect to me.” The other figure says and steps closer, and just before he kicks you in the head, you could swear it looks like Van Helsing, but much younger.

“Sonofa…” you begin to say and then get your face kicked in, knocking you unconscious.

Time passes and you wake up in a cage with silver bars. You see the figure that kicked you in the face on the other side, it is Van Helsing…or someone that looks like him since his name was Abraham, not Jacob. You find out soon enough, when he begins to speak.

“Wolf, you’re up. Good. I’m anxious to test my new skills on you. Renfield certainly wouldn’t have been much of a challenge, but you should prove to be. Even my foolish grandfather couldn’t kill you. He couldn’t kill Dracula either, but then Dracula was always superior in everyway. I have no idea why he pursued such an idiotic quest of trying to kill Vampires, they really are the supreme life form on this planet and certainly the most lovely and sensual. Vladimir has shown me such pleasures since our time together.”
You shake your head and snicker. This must’ve been the “other” defeated enemy that Renfield was on about.
“So, that’s how it is now? The Van Helsing bloodline finally defeated not through violence, but through seduction? Never thought I’d see the day come. I had my problems with your family and especially your father, but I could at least respect their dedication. You’re a fucking disgrace kid.”
“On the contrary, I’m merely ensuring the survival of my family name. What was I supposed to do, carrying on some pointless family tradition of monster hunting, and get myself killed? Fuck that. I want to live forever.”
“Yeah? Well you can scratch that plan, because when I get a hold of you, you’re going to be wishing you hadn’t turned into a fucking bloodsucker.”
“(Sigh) Yes, Vladimir told me you were always one to make unimaginative threats, I’ll be more interested in hearing your howls of pain though, see you soon.”

As Jacob leaves you to your cage. You hear another voice in the room.

“So…Vlad has now eliminated all his enemies, I guess I always knew he’d succeed.”

You see another holding cell, but one made of some kind of heavy duty unbreakable see-through plastic. The top of it has a ton of garlic hanging from it. Sitting and looking utterly defeated is an ugly distorted looking humanoid, who is yet another face you’re amazed to see. This revenge trip has just been one surprise after another.

“Orlock? Heard you were dead.” you say.
“I wish I was, unfortunately Dracula insists on keeping me alive…feeding me rats…tormenting me…reminding me of my shameful defeat by his hands…I’m proud of him.”
“You’re happy that he’s torturing you? Sheesh, all you Undead are fucking masochists.”
“I’m not happy that he’s torturing me you ignorant dog, I’m happy that he’s proven to be so ruthless, despite his foppish ways. I must admit I had my doubts about him when I first created him.”
“Yeah, I see that really worked out well for you.”
“(Sigh) True. But it’s my own fault for having a soft spot for him I suppose. I should’ve been more watchful of him. You’ll be lucky, he’ll just kill you, or rather have his new conquest Jacob do it.”
“Nobody’s killing me, I’m getting the fuck outta here right now. These bars aren’t going to hold me.”
“Won’t that be difficult Wolf? Seeing that the bars are made of silver?”
“So fucking what? Doesn’t mean I can’t touch them! As long as the things aren’t going into my body they don’t mean shit! Thought you bloodsuckers knew that. See that’s the problem with you Vampires, always underestimating your enemies and being melodramatic. If Fagula and his bitch boys were smart they would’ve killed me when they had the chance. That’s what I would’ve done.”
“You and I actually have more in common than you think. We both are the last of the old ways. I must admit that I too would’ve killed you immediately, rather than toy with such a dangerous enemy.”

You ignore Orlock and concentrate on the bars. You easily pry the silver bars open and step out of the cage; you then rip one of the bars out to take with you. Orlock looks at you with interest.

“Why are you taking that?”
“Because unlike you Vampires, we Werewolves try to learn everything we can about our enemies. I know for a fact that silver hurts you fuckers too, though you guys like to try to keep that shit quiet.”
“Ah. Tis a shame we never clashed Wolf, you would’ve been a worthy opponent.”
“Yeah? Well when I kill Drac, I can come back to finish you off too.”
“Ha ha! Glad to see you have such confidence. However, if in the unlikely event that you do defeat Vlad, by all means come back and finish me off to put me out my misery. I would gladly welcome everlasting death at this point.”

You leave the room and find yourself in a corridor made of dull stone; you’re guessing you’re probably underground. Nobody’s around, but you can still hear the noise of the party above. You’re about to head back up when you hear a voice close by.

“Psst! Wolf! Over here! Quick!”

You turn around and at one end of the corridor you see Mary. Now what the fuck is SHE doing here?! You rush over to Mary.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you ask.
“Trying to prevent you from getting yourself killed, you stubborn macho asshole! When the Wolflings returned to the studio, I asked them where you went, and they told me, so I went after you. What the hell did you think you were doing coming here to kill Dracula?”
“Just that! Kill his bloodsucking ass! How’d you sneak in here anyway?”
”I didn’t, I got an invitation about a month ago to the party, so when I arrived I was expected. Then I heard you were taken down here by some of the guests.”
“Oh I can see you and Drac are still chummy with each other, figures, all you Undead stick together. You’re probably here to help him not me!”
”Goddammit Wolf, will you stop being so fucking paranoid! I wasn’t even going to this thing; the only reason why I’m here is because of you! Because maybe you don’t want to believe it, but I do love you, you’ve always only been the one to make me feel complete. After all the searching and traveling and trying to discover myself, it was our time together that I always held dear to me and stayed in my mind. Please, Wolf don’t go through with this, we lost a lot of years already; now that we’ve been reunited I don’t want to lose you permanently. This is isn’t worth it. You don’t have to prove anything. I’m familiar with the secret passages in this place, we could leave right now without any trouble.”

Mary’s face does show expression of concern, and her voice does display worry. She may or may not be telling the truth. If she isn’t then she’s done a good job of fooling you. However, even if she is telling you the truth, there’s something else at stake here, namely your principles and pride. You’d really hate to run from Dracula, especially at this point.
> You leave with Mary
You’re a lot older and not exactly at one hundred percent right now.
Dracula is still in peek condition.
You’re on his home turf.
There are other hostile Vampires, Ghouls and Humans here, not to mention Dracula’s new boy Van Helsing.

You’re not going to win this one.

Maybe if you were still alone you’d do it anyway, but Mary’s words have had an effect on you. Your pride in the past is what got you into a lot of trouble, and most of it was unnecessary. With age comes wisdom, and maybe its time you started to act your age. Your past accomplishments have spoken for themselves; you don’t need to prove you still have “one last fight” in you. Why die pointlessly for some feud that nobody else cares about, and throw away a potentially good future with Mary?

“Alright Mary, alright.” You say.

Mary looks surprised, as if she thought you wouldn’t listen to her, but she’s pleased never the less. Having been involved with Dracula and been in his castle in the past, she is of course quite familiar with the secret passages of the place and you both leave quietly.

After resting up a bit, you get back to work on that movie with Mary. You of course still insist on her making changes to the script, which she does. The movie comes out and its relatively successful, it’s not going to make you a superstar again, but it’s good enough. Eventually you move in with Mary and live out the rest of your life with her.

You always expect Dracula to attempt to get you somehow for escaping, but he never does. In fact that whole event is never even brought up or made public, since you were also expecting slanderous attacks about how you ran away to show up in magazines or something. Maybe it was because he was too busy having trouble with his new lover Jacob attempting to get palimony, or maybe he didn’t think the feud was that important either.

You still always will wonder what might’ve happened…


You push your way through the crowd and head towards where Renfield was lurking about. He isn’t far, you can smell him. You follow a long corridor and then turn the corner to see Renfield hobbling down another passage, you quickly knock him to the floor, turn him over and kneel on his chest. He attempts to struggle, but you’re still too strong for him.

“Well, well, well, I’m surprised your faggot master still keeps you around. Shit, you smell terrible, I suppose along with your flesh rotting, and lousy hygiene in general, all those ass rammings have taken a toll on you eh? Where the hell is he?”
”You! You’ve always been jealous of the master! Jealous of his wealth, his style and his beauty! You’re nothing, but a lowly animal!”
“For someone who gets abused in every possible way, has no self respect, and is a filthy Ghoul, I wouldn’t be calling anyone a lowly animal. And you’re not really in the position to be pissing me off anyway. Now where the fuck is Fagula?”
“The master is going enjoy killing you, especially tonight! Now he’ll be able to claim victory over TWO of his greatest enemies!”
“What the hell are you blathering about?”
“Oh you’ll find out…” Renfield smiles with a set of blacken teeth.
“Yeah whatever, look last chance to…”

Suddenly you feel a powerful crushing blow to the back of your head. It isn’t enough to knock you out, but you fall off of Renfield and roll over feeling very woozy. In your bleary vision you can make out the form of that cocksucker Dracula standing over you. Another figure stands there as well, you don’t know who they are, but they look somewhat familiar.

“Wolf, I don’t believe I invited you to this party, but it was good of you to come anyway. It only makes festivities more enjoyable! I think you’ll give Jacob a good chance of testing himself. I was going to have him fight Renfield, but I’m sure you’ll provide much more of a challenge. You think you’re up for the challenge Jacob?”
“Sounds perfect to me.” The other figure says and steps closer, and just before he kicks you in the head, you could swear it looks like Van Helsing, but much younger.

“Sonofa…” you begin to say and then get your face kicked in, knocking you unconscious.

Time passes and you wake up in a cage with silver bars. You see the figure that kicked you in the face on the other side, it is Van Helsing…or someone that looks like him since his name was Abraham, not Jacob. You find out soon enough, when he begins to speak.

“Wolf, you’re up. Good. I’m anxious to test my new skills on you. Renfield certainly wouldn’t have been much of a challenge, but you should prove to be. Even my foolish grandfather couldn’t kill you. He couldn’t kill Dracula either, but then Dracula was always superior in everyway. I have no idea why he pursued such an idiotic quest of trying to kill Vampires, they really are the supreme life form on this planet and certainly the most lovely and sensual. Vladimir has shown me such pleasures since our time together.”
You shake your head and snicker. This must’ve been the “other” defeated enemy that Renfield was on about.
“So, that’s how it is now? The Van Helsing bloodline finally defeated not through violence, but through seduction? Never thought I’d see the day come. I had my problems with your family and especially your father, but I could at least respect their dedication. You’re a fucking disgrace kid.”
“On the contrary, I’m merely ensuring the survival of my family name. What was I supposed to do, carrying on some pointless family tradition of monster hunting, and get myself killed? Fuck that. I want to live forever.”
“Yeah? Well you can scratch that plan, because when I get a hold of you, you’re going to be wishing you hadn’t turned into a fucking bloodsucker.”
“(Sigh) Yes, Vladimir told me you were always one to make unimaginative threats, I’ll be more interested in hearing your howls of pain though, see you soon.”

As Jacob leaves you to your cage. You hear another voice in the room.

“So…Vlad has now eliminated all his enemies, I guess I always knew he’d succeed.”

You see another holding cell, but one made of some kind of heavy duty unbreakable see-through plastic. The top of it has a ton of garlic hanging from it. Sitting and looking utterly defeated is an ugly distorted looking humanoid, who is yet another face you’re amazed to see. This revenge trip has just been one surprise after another.

“Orlock? Heard you were dead.” you say.
“I wish I was, unfortunately Dracula insists on keeping me alive…feeding me rats…tormenting me…reminding me of my shameful defeat by his hands…I’m proud of him.”
“You’re happy that he’s torturing you? Sheesh, all you Undead are fucking masochists.”
“I’m not happy that he’s torturing me you ignorant dog, I’m happy that he’s proven to be so ruthless, despite his foppish ways. I must admit I had my doubts about him when I first created him.”
“Yeah, I see that really worked out well for you.”
“(Sigh) True. But it’s my own fault for having a soft spot for him I suppose. I should’ve been more watchful of him. You’ll be lucky, he’ll just kill you, or rather have his new conquest Jacob do it.”
“Nobody’s killing me, I’m getting the fuck outta here right now. These bars aren’t going to hold me.”
“Won’t that be difficult Wolf? Seeing that the bars are made of silver?”
“So fucking what? Doesn’t mean I can’t touch them! As long as the things aren’t going into my body they don’t mean shit! Thought you bloodsuckers knew that. See that’s the problem with you Vampires, always underestimating your enemies and being melodramatic. If Fagula and his bitch boys were smart they would’ve killed me when they had the chance. That’s what I would’ve done.”
“You and I actually have more in common than you think. We both are the last of the old ways. I must admit that I too would’ve killed you immediately, rather than toy with such a dangerous enemy.”

You ignore Orlock and concentrate on the bars. You easily pry the silver bars open and step out of the cage; you then rip one of the bars out to take with you. Orlock looks at you with interest.

“Why are you taking that?”
“Because unlike you Vampires, we Werewolves try to learn everything we can about our enemies. I know for a fact that silver hurts you fuckers too, though you guys like to try to keep that shit quiet.”
“Ah. Tis a shame we never clashed Wolf, you would’ve been a worthy opponent.”
“Yeah? Well when I kill Drac, I can come back to finish you off too.”
“Ha ha! Glad to see you have such confidence. However, if in the unlikely event that you do defeat Vlad, by all means come back and finish me off to put me out my misery. I would gladly welcome everlasting death at this point.”

You leave the room and find yourself in a corridor made of dull stone; you’re guessing you’re probably underground. Nobody’s around, but you can still hear the noise of the party above. You’re about to head back up when you hear a voice close by.

“Psst! Wolf! Over here! Quick!”

You turn around and at one end of the corridor you see Mary. Now what the fuck is SHE doing here?! You rush over to Mary.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you ask.
“Trying to prevent you from getting yourself killed, you stubborn macho asshole! When the Wolflings returned to the studio, I asked them where you went, and they told me, so I went after you. What the hell did you think you were doing coming here to kill Dracula?”
“Just that! Kill his bloodsucking ass! How’d you sneak in here anyway?”
”I didn’t, I got an invitation about a month ago to the party, so when I arrived I was expected. Then I heard you were taken down here by some of the guests.”
“Oh I can see you and Drac are still chummy with each other, figures, all you Undead stick together. You’re probably here to help him not me!”
”Goddammit Wolf, will you stop being so fucking paranoid! I wasn’t even going to this thing; the only reason why I’m here is because of you! Because maybe you don’t want to believe it, but I do love you, you’ve always only been the one to make me feel complete. After all the searching and traveling and trying to discover myself, it was our time together that I always held dear to me and stayed in my mind. Please, Wolf don’t go through with this, we lost a lot of years already; now that we’ve been reunited I don’t want to lose you permanently. This is isn’t worth it. You don’t have to prove anything. I’m familiar with the secret passages in this place, we could leave right now without any trouble.”

Mary’s face does show expression of concern, and her voice does display worry. She may or may not be telling the truth. If she isn’t then she’s done a good job of fooling you. However, even if she is telling you the truth, there’s something else at stake here, namely your principles and pride. You’d really hate to run from Dracula, especially at this point.
> You kill Dracula
You stare deeply into Mary’s eyes, grab her and kiss her long and passionately.

“You’re going anyway aren’t you?” she says.
“I have to.”
“But why?! You know he’s going to use every dirty trick in the book, he’s not going to fight you man to man. He’ll throw all his followers at you first.”
“Good, it’s the only chance he’s got to level the playing field.”
“But you’re severely outnumbered.”
“Yeah, and they’re going to be overconfident like all those bloodsuckers are. And that I’m gonna beat ‘em, they keep underestimating me. Now you get out of here…don’t worry, we’ll see each other again. Just remember to make those changes in that movie of yours.”

Mary gives a weak smile, she doesn’t look convinced that she’ll see you again, but she realizes you have to go. Actually you’re not even sure you’re getting out of this alive, but this is something that you have to do, win or lose. You leave Mary to head back upstairs, while she goes off through one of those passages she was talking about.

As you’re heading up the twisting staircase, you run into Renfield, who was coming down to get you no doubt. His eyes widen in shock and he turns to run.

“MAST…” he begins to shout and you smash the back of his skull with one of the silver bars. You then turn him over.

“I’m not exactly sure what’s correct way of killing you Ghouls so I’m not going to take any chances.” You say placing your hands around his head and giving his neck a quick snap. He’s still alive, but now unable to move.

“You’ll never defeat the master!” he says defiantly.
“Yeah, yeah…” you say and shove your fist in his mouth to rip out his tongue. It takes some doing, but eventually you fish out the long slimy body part.
“I don’t even want to think about where this has been.” You say and throw it away.

As Renfield helplessly hisses at you, you plunge one of the silver bars through his chest. He begins to melt, he’d probably shriek if he could. When he quickly becomes nothing but bloody bones, you remove the skull and throw it into the wall where it shatters and take back your silver bar.

Renfield won’t be coming back.

You finally reach the ground floor again and follow the sounds of the party. The guests have already heard about what you did earlier, and when you run into a few of them in the hallway they give you some problems. Fortunately they’re a lot of flash and no substance. Three vampire guests attack and you quickly use your silver bar to smack them around. After knocking them all to the ground, you disable one by breaking his neck, while you’re doing that, one of them attacks you from behind where upon you grab and flip him into a small table which splinters into pieces. He tries to get back up, but you kick him in the face, grab one of the table legs and shove it into his chest.

Your last would be attacker seeing what you’ve done runs off. You shake your head.

“Sheesh, what happened to the days when you bloodsuckers actually put up a good fight?” you say and shove another table leg into the chest of the vampire whose neck you just broke.

Your little rumble in the hallway has most definitely been heard, but the rest of your journey to the ballroom continues with no other interruptions. Upon your arrival, the rest of the guests just watch you. Dracula lounges on a fancy couch on the far side of the room while his followers to grovel over him, Jacob being the most fawning.

“So is Jacob going to be the next Renfield?” you shout which gets you his attention and a very hostile look from Jacob.
“Ah Wolf, you’ve arrived. Where is Renfield anyway, I sent him to fetch you. I do hope you didn’t hurt him too badly.” Dracula, says without even looking at you.
“I regret to inform you that your favorite jizz jar is no longer among the living or the undead. He’s just plain dead.”
“(Sigh) Ah well, it was bound to happen eventually, but still I will miss his…enthusiasm. But this is no time to morn past losses, tonight is a time of celebration! Jacob, a member of the Van Helsing family. The mortal enemies of vampires everywhere, and the source of the notorious Abraham Van Helsing, who nearly ended my life. A family of murderers, yet Jacob has abandoned his homicidal family tradition and become one of us, proving that even the most implacable of foes can one day become friends…and more.” Dracula says giving Jacob a lecherous stare, but then finally looks over in your direction and his demeanor changes to that of anger as he points at you the whole time.
“But some foes always remain. These types are the OLD, the JEALOUS, the BITTER, and the HATEFUL that are so miserable with their own pathetic existence that they feel they must ruin other people’s happiness to make themselves feel better. This…this ANIMAL that stands before us is attempting to do just that! He is the pinnacle example of everything that’s wrong with his kind! The animals have always been jealous of us, and that will never change. Every now and then when a dog runs wild, it becomes necessary to slap it down and put it back in its place, but there are other times when it becomes rabid and needs to be destroyed. And that’s what you are Wolf and rabid dog that’s too stupid to know when to bow before your masters. Jacob, prove your love for me, destroy this animal.”
“With pleasure.” Jacob says to Dracula and steps towards you baring his fangs.
> You fight offensively
You charge at Jacob with your silver bar, but you miss and he swiftly grabs it from you. You turn around and he smashes you in the face with it, knocking you to the ground. You attempt to get back up, but shoves the bar into your stomach with a great force, knocking the wind and fight completely out of you. You cough up blood as Jacob stands over you.

“Maybe my father failed to kill you, but I won’t. Time to put you to sleep little doggy.” Jacob says and then pulls out a pistol and shoots you in the head with silver bullets.


You stare deeply into Mary’s eyes, grab her and kiss her long and passionately.

“You’re going anyway aren’t you?” she says.
“I have to.”
“But why?! You know he’s going to use every dirty trick in the book, he’s not going to fight you man to man. He’ll throw all his followers at you first.”
“Good, it’s the only chance he’s got to level the playing field.”
“But you’re severely outnumbered.”
“Yeah, and they’re going to be overconfident like all those bloodsuckers are. And that I’m gonna beat ‘em, they keep underestimating me. Now you get out of here…don’t worry, we’ll see each other again. Just remember to make those changes in that movie of yours.”

Mary gives a weak smile, she doesn’t look convinced that she’ll see you again, but she realizes you have to go. Actually you’re not even sure you’re getting out of this alive, but this is something that you have to do, win or lose. You leave Mary to head back upstairs, while she goes off through one of those passages she was talking about.

As you’re heading up the twisting staircase, you run into Renfield, who was coming down to get you no doubt. His eyes widen in shock and he turns to run.

“MAST…” he begins to shout and you smash the back of his skull with one of the silver bars. You then turn him over.

“I’m not exactly sure what’s correct way of killing you Ghouls so I’m not going to take any chances.” You say placing your hands around his head and giving his neck a quick snap. He’s still alive, but now unable to move.

“You’ll never defeat the master!” he says defiantly.
“Yeah, yeah…” you say and shove your fist in his mouth to rip out his tongue. It takes some doing, but eventually you fish out the long slimy body part.
“I don’t even want to think about where this has been.” You say and throw it away.

As Renfield helplessly hisses at you, you plunge one of the silver bars through his chest. He begins to melt, he’d probably shriek if he could. When he quickly becomes nothing but bloody bones, you remove the skull and throw it into the wall where it shatters and take back your silver bar.

Renfield won’t be coming back.

You finally reach the ground floor again and follow the sounds of the party. The guests have already heard about what you did earlier, and when you run into a few of them in the hallway they give you some problems. Fortunately they’re a lot of flash and no substance. Three vampire guests attack and you quickly use your silver bar to smack them around. After knocking them all to the ground, you disable one by breaking his neck, while you’re doing that, one of them attacks you from behind where upon you grab and flip him into a small table which splinters into pieces. He tries to get back up, but you kick him in the face, grab one of the table legs and shove it into his chest.

Your last would be attacker seeing what you’ve done runs off. You shake your head.

“Sheesh, what happened to the days when you bloodsuckers actually put up a good fight?” you say and shove another table leg into the chest of the vampire whose neck you just broke.

Your little rumble in the hallway has most definitely been heard, but the rest of your journey to the ballroom continues with no other interruptions. Upon your arrival, the rest of the guests just watch you. Dracula lounges on a fancy couch on the far side of the room while his followers to grovel over him, Jacob being the most fawning.

“So is Jacob going to be the next Renfield?” you shout which gets you his attention and a very hostile look from Jacob.
“Ah Wolf, you’ve arrived. Where is Renfield anyway, I sent him to fetch you. I do hope you didn’t hurt him too badly.” Dracula, says without even looking at you.
“I regret to inform you that your favorite jizz jar is no longer among the living or the undead. He’s just plain dead.”
“(Sigh) Ah well, it was bound to happen eventually, but still I will miss his…enthusiasm. But this is no time to morn past losses, tonight is a time of celebration! Jacob, a member of the Van Helsing family. The mortal enemies of vampires everywhere, and the source of the notorious Abraham Van Helsing, who nearly ended my life. A family of murderers, yet Jacob has abandoned his homicidal family tradition and become one of us, proving that even the most implacable of foes can one day become friends…and more.” Dracula says giving Jacob a lecherous stare, but then finally looks over in your direction and his demeanor changes to that of anger as he points at you the whole time.
“But some foes always remain. These types are the OLD, the JEALOUS, the BITTER, and the HATEFUL that are so miserable with their own pathetic existence that they feel they must ruin other people’s happiness to make themselves feel better. This…this ANIMAL that stands before us is attempting to do just that! He is the pinnacle example of everything that’s wrong with his kind! The animals have always been jealous of us, and that will never change. Every now and then when a dog runs wild, it becomes necessary to slap it down and put it back in its place, but there are other times when it becomes rabid and needs to be destroyed. And that’s what you are Wolf and rabid dog that’s too stupid to know when to bow before your masters. Jacob, prove your love for me, destroy this animal.”
“With pleasure.” Jacob says to Dracula and steps towards you baring his fangs.
> You fight defensively
Normally you aren’t one to fight defensively, however in this case it’s to your advantage. Jacob is eager to prove himself to Dracula and overconfident in his abilities.

Jacob rushes at you and you trip him to the floor. As he attempts get up you impale him through the back with the silver bar. He screams in pain, but it looks like you missed his heart, he back kicks you in the nuts before scrambling to get up.

While you recover, Jacob pulls the bar out of his back and throws it at your head which you dodge. With a burst of speed, he leaps next to you and punches you three times in the face, the fourth time however his hand goes into your open mouth. You sink your fangs in, grab his arm and pull back with your head as hard as possible, biting it off at the forearm. Jacob reels back in shock as he stares in horror at his spurting bloody stump. You spit out the gory limb which flops on the floor. You quickly pick up your silver bar from the ground. The crowd looks on in captivated awe.

“Well looks like I get to kill two Van Helsings, that’s already one more than Fagula over there. Though I have to say, your father put up a better fight and he was only human. You sure you weren’t adopted? You put up a poor showing boy, even for an overgrown leech.”
“You dare call me a leech you fucking animal?! You haven’t won, look at what I found here!” Jacob reaches into vest pocket with his one good arm and pulls out a pistol. You already know what it’s loaded with.

He fires haphazardly at you, while you roll out of the way. Luckily he’s as bad of a shot as his father was. Guests start running out of the way after a few silver bullets start hitting them. He doesn’t care, who he hits, he’s too busy trying to make sure one of the bullets hits you.

“I won’t fail where my father did, I will kill you! I WILL KILL HIM!” he screams. Of course in the chaos of everyone running around he doesn’t seem to realize you’ve appeared behind him.

“Wrong again junior.” You say, turning him around and shoving the silver bar cruelly through his chest, hearing that satisfying crack of his upper ribs and the squishy sound of the bar hitting his heart.

He falls to the ground dropping his pistol and clutching the bar which you dig in deeper as he starts to melt.

“When you get to hell, say hello to your dad for me…and I sincerely hope he and the rest of the dead Van Helsing clan kicks your pansy ass for all eternity you fucking traitor.”

As he releases one last death screech, you rip his head off and throw it at Dracula who hasn’t left his couch. He just looks at the melted skull and shrugs while you take your silver bar and prepare for the final battle.

“Well I see your skills haven’t deteriorated, but there has been a great deal of luck involved here tonight as well. Unfortunately, you’ll find that your luck has run out. Do you actually think I’m going to dirty my hands on an animal such as you? Please. It wouldn’t be a contest anyway. My guests, I now give you the honor of fighting for me! That fool Van Helsing obviously wasn’t worthy of my love, but for any of you that lands the killing blow on this mangy dog, you shall know the pleasures that only I can show you.”
“You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me Vlad! That’s supposed to be an honor? You’re just trying to get out of this shit because you’re fucking scared.” Im-Ho-Tep pipes up from the back ground.
“Stay outta this Tep!” Dracula exclaims.
“Hey, I’m not in this little feud, but I’m calling it like I see it. You’re not willing to fight an old and tired Werewolf who’s supposed to be inferior to you anyway? Now you do whatever, but if you’re seriously going to let your followers do your dirty work, then you really are a big pussy.”

There’s a moment of silence as Dracula looks at Tep and then back over at you. He stares at you and then…

“KILL HIM MY CHILDREN OF THE NIGHT!” Dracula commands
“Goddammit I knew it!” you say to yourself.

You hear Tep shout over the crowd.

“Sorry Wolf I thought he’d go for it!”

As the crowd of vampires, ghouls and human servants advance on you, you think about how many you can take out before they finally get you. Just then it looks like Drac was wrong, your luck hasn’t run out yet. Werewolves crash through the windows, and attack! They look like the ones from the studio! Then Mary comes rushing into the room smashing a Ghoul in the head, and stands fighting by your side while you fight off an attacking vampire.

“Mary! What’re you still doing here?! And how’d you get them to help?” you shout, twisting the vampire’s head completely around.
“You didn’t think I came here by myself did you? I figured you’d insist on killing Drac. So I had the Wolflings come with me and told them to stay back until the appointed time.”
“But how?! I tried to get them to come and they didn’t listen to me! And I’m a fucking Werewolf!”
“Well, I’m a people person, while you’re mean old bastard, so of course they’d be more willing to listen to me. Plus I told them about how you paved the way for all of them and how they should be grateful.”
“You told them you were going to replace them with human actors in furry suits didn’t you?”
“Well…yeah, but that doesn’t mean the other stuff didn’t work either! Ugh! These ghouls aren’t very study are they?” Mary says putting her fist right through the face of one of them.

“Hey Wolf, I hate to interrupt, but Vlad just went running down that corridor when your wolf pack arrived. I think you better go catch him. Oh hey Mary, I haven’t seen you for awhile, how have you been?” Tep says shuffling up to the both of you.
“Tep! I was just thinking about you the other day! I’ve been alright, how about you?”

While Mary and Tep bizarrely exchange pleasantries in the chaos of battle you head down the corridor that Tep pointed out with your silver bar. Eventually it leads into a study of some sort. You cautiously enter, but you’re immediately ambushed and thrown into a bookcase hard which then falls on you.

“It ends here Wolf.” You hear Drac say as you crawl from underneath the bookcase.
> Back up and recover
You scramble for the silver bar and try to back away, but Dracula won’t allow you the chance to regain your strength. He rips the bar from your hands and hits you with it. You claw him across the face and get him in bear like hug so he can’t get enough momentum to shove the bar into you, but he’s got something different in mind.

“Fucking animals like you need collars!” he says and wraps the bar around your neck! As your airway becomes constricted, you release Drac who then takes complete advantage and gets behind you and tightens the twisted silver even more eventually choking you out.

A few minutes later you wake up before Tep and Mary who’s taken the silver bar from around your neck.

“Wolf?! Are you alive? Speak to me!” Mary says.
“(Cough! Cough!) Yeah…shit…(Cough!) What the fuck happened?”
“Well looks like old Drac got the drop on you and tried to strangle you. Guess he didn’t do a very good job though since you’re still alive. He ran off though; don’t know where he went, probably to one of his other homes. Well, I guess this makes it a bit of a tie. I guess nobody collects the bet. Though I still think you would’ve won in a fair fight.” Tep says.

“Ah shit, I gotta (Cough!) track his ass down, gather up the Wolflings…and…”
”NO! You’ll do no such thing! Most of the Wolflings are dead, and YOU almost died tonight too! I’m not having you risk that again over this foolishness! You’re coming home with me right now!”

Mary takes you back to her place where you rest up. You still want to go after Dracula, but Mary is very convincing and eventually you give up on it and work on her movie (Which was rewritten) instead.

As for Dracula you don’t hear from him ever again, obviously he knows it was a close call and doesn’t want to risk another battle with you.

Still it always pisses you off that it was a “tie”.


Normally you aren’t one to fight defensively, however in this case it’s to your advantage. Jacob is eager to prove himself to Dracula and overconfident in his abilities.

Jacob rushes at you and you trip him to the floor. As he attempts get up you impale him through the back with the silver bar. He screams in pain, but it looks like you missed his heart, he back kicks you in the nuts before scrambling to get up.

While you recover, Jacob pulls the bar out of his back and throws it at your head which you dodge. With a burst of speed, he leaps next to you and punches you three times in the face, the fourth time however his hand goes into your open mouth. You sink your fangs in, grab his arm and pull back with your head as hard as possible, biting it off at the forearm. Jacob reels back in shock as he stares in horror at his spurting bloody stump. You spit out the gory limb which flops on the floor. You quickly pick up your silver bar from the ground. The crowd looks on in captivated awe.

“Well looks like I get to kill two Van Helsings, that’s already one more than Fagula over there. Though I have to say, your father put up a better fight and he was only human. You sure you weren’t adopted? You put up a poor showing boy, even for an overgrown leech.”
“You dare call me a leech you fucking animal?! You haven’t won, look at what I found here!” Jacob reaches into vest pocket with his one good arm and pulls out a pistol. You already know what it’s loaded with.

He fires haphazardly at you, while you roll out of the way. Luckily he’s as bad of a shot as his father was. Guests start running out of the way after a few silver bullets start hitting them. He doesn’t care, who he hits, he’s too busy trying to make sure one of the bullets hits you.

“I won’t fail where my father did, I will kill you! I WILL KILL HIM!” he screams. Of course in the chaos of everyone running around he doesn’t seem to realize you’ve appeared behind him.

“Wrong again junior.” You say, turning him around and shoving the silver bar cruelly through his chest, hearing that satisfying crack of his upper ribs and the squishy sound of the bar hitting his heart.

He falls to the ground dropping his pistol and clutching the bar which you dig in deeper as he starts to melt.

“When you get to hell, say hello to your dad for me…and I sincerely hope he and the rest of the dead Van Helsing clan kicks your pansy ass for all eternity you fucking traitor.”

As he releases one last death screech, you rip his head off and throw it at Dracula who hasn’t left his couch. He just looks at the melted skull and shrugs while you take your silver bar and prepare for the final battle.

“Well I see your skills haven’t deteriorated, but there has been a great deal of luck involved here tonight as well. Unfortunately, you’ll find that your luck has run out. Do you actually think I’m going to dirty my hands on an animal such as you? Please. It wouldn’t be a contest anyway. My guests, I now give you the honor of fighting for me! That fool Van Helsing obviously wasn’t worthy of my love, but for any of you that lands the killing blow on this mangy dog, you shall know the pleasures that only I can show you.”
“You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me Vlad! That’s supposed to be an honor? You’re just trying to get out of this shit because you’re fucking scared.” Im-Ho-Tep pipes up from the back ground.
“Stay outta this Tep!” Dracula exclaims.
“Hey, I’m not in this little feud, but I’m calling it like I see it. You’re not willing to fight an old and tired Werewolf who’s supposed to be inferior to you anyway? Now you do whatever, but if you’re seriously going to let your followers do your dirty work, then you really are a big pussy.”

There’s a moment of silence as Dracula looks at Tep and then back over at you. He stares at you and then…

“KILL HIM MY CHILDREN OF THE NIGHT!” Dracula commands
“Goddammit I knew it!” you say to yourself.

You hear Tep shout over the crowd.

“Sorry Wolf I thought he’d go for it!”

As the crowd of vampires, ghouls and human servants advance on you, you think about how many you can take out before they finally get you. Just then it looks like Drac was wrong, your luck hasn’t run out yet. Werewolves crash through the windows, and attack! They look like the ones from the studio! Then Mary comes rushing into the room smashing a Ghoul in the head, and stands fighting by your side while you fight off an attacking vampire.

“Mary! What’re you still doing here?! And how’d you get them to help?” you shout, twisting the vampire’s head completely around.
“You didn’t think I came here by myself did you? I figured you’d insist on killing Drac. So I had the Wolflings come with me and told them to stay back until the appointed time.”
“But how?! I tried to get them to come and they didn’t listen to me! And I’m a fucking Werewolf!”
“Well, I’m a people person, while you’re mean old bastard, so of course they’d be more willing to listen to me. Plus I told them about how you paved the way for all of them and how they should be grateful.”
“You told them you were going to replace them with human actors in furry suits didn’t you?”
“Well…yeah, but that doesn’t mean the other stuff didn’t work either! Ugh! These ghouls aren’t very study are they?” Mary says putting her fist right through the face of one of them.

“Hey Wolf, I hate to interrupt, but Vlad just went running down that corridor when your wolf pack arrived. I think you better go catch him. Oh hey Mary, I haven’t seen you for awhile, how have you been?” Tep says shuffling up to the both of you.
“Tep! I was just thinking about you the other day! I’ve been alright, how about you?”

While Mary and Tep bizarrely exchange pleasantries in the chaos of battle you head down the corridor that Tep pointed out with your silver bar. Eventually it leads into a study of some sort. You cautiously enter, but you’re immediately ambushed and thrown into a bookcase hard which then falls on you.

“It ends here Wolf.” You hear Drac say as you crawl from underneath the bookcase.
> You attack!
You stagger over to attack Drac, but he dodges and throws you into another wall. You slam to the floor landing behind a desk.

“You think you could come here to defeat me? You’re a fucking loser Wolf! You always will be! You know why? Because you don’t have any style or class! You should be thanking me for putting an end to your miserable existence! I think I’ll take some revenge on Mary too, since she felt the need to help you…”

While he’s making dramatic villainous speeches you were searching the drawers in the desk and found a very sharp letter opener. You pop up from behind the desk and throw it at Drac, hitting him directly in the eye!

“ARRRGH! MY EYE!” he bellows while pulling the opener out taking the bloody orb with it. You then lift up the entire desk and throw it at him! It crashes into his body, knocking him onto the floor. You grab your silver bar from the floor and prepare to do some more permanent harm to Drac, but he lifts the desk off of himself, before you can take advantage.

“You’re going to pay for this you lowly dog!” he shouts and kicks the bar from your hand. He then kicks you in the stomach and brings both of his fists down on your head when you hunch over from the stomach kick. You take the opportunity to grab him by the legs and in a fireman carry, you run straight forward with him over your back, out the window!

Both of your bodies crash and fall to the outside courtyard ground, broken glass embeds itself in both of your bodies, but mostly Drac’s. He pushes you off of him and retreats. You don’t give up your attack and tackle him, and bite deep into his leg. He kicks you with the other foot, but not before you tear off his leg from the bottom of the shin. Blood splatters all over the place.

At this point Drac is too enraged to run and grabs hold of you and bites you deep in the neck! You feel the energy rapidly leaving you.
> You try to pull his heart out
Pulling someone’s heart out is never as easy as it appears in the movies, but you muster up all your strength and plunge your fist into Drac’s chest. He winces in pain, but continues to drain your blood. You break through the rib cage until you feel that squishy four chambered organ in your clutches.

As your energy and life begin to ebb you pull it out and crush it into a bloody mess right before his eyes. He then begins to smoke suddenly. The sun! Its morning! You’ve been here so long you completely forgot about the passage of time.

“Looks like it’s the end for both of us bloodsucker, but I’m making sure I live an extra minute longer to see you die first.” You say and collapse.

Drac falls into a weird death spasm, and crawls in a hopeless escape attempt, but there is no escape. If the destruction of his heart didn’t kill him the sun certainly does. He shrieks as his body becomes a flaming torch and spectacularly explodes. At this point Mary, Tep and some of the remaining Wolflings rush outside to see what’s going on. Mary immediately rushes to you.

“Wolf! No!” Mary shouts holding you. She’d probably shed tears if she was capable.
“Is he dead?” you ask.
“Yeah, Wolf he’s dead. You killed him. I always knew you’d be able to do it.” Tep says.
“Good, now I can die happy now.”
“No! I don’t want you to die! Why couldn’t you have just come with me?!”
“I’m sorry Mary, but this is the way it had to be. I wasn’t meant to live a regular life. I wasn’t supposed to get old. I was supposed to die in combat…and I have…there’s nothing else for me here now. Its time for me to leave this world that no longer wants me.”
“I’m here! I want you with me!”

You smile weakly and grab her hand tightly.

“I would if I could…just remember the good times Mary…and thank you for what you did tonight…I know that you did truly love me…just remember to burn my body, I don’t want to take the chance of coming back as one of these leeches.”

You feel darkness envelop as Mary holds you close.
“Tep, one thing before I leave.”
“What’s that Wolf?”
“When you collect your money from Erik, kick his fucking ass for betting against me!”

You close your eyes and then nothing.

After a brief period of mourning, Mary follows your last orders and burns your body. A few months later she writes a book about you and ultimately makes a movie about your final battle with Dracula, it’s a blockbuster hit. The movie is also dedicated in loving memory of you.

Mary makes sure the legacy of the Alpha Wolf lives on…


You stagger over to attack Drac, but he dodges and throws you into another wall. You slam to the floor landing behind a desk.

“You think you could come here to defeat me? You’re a fucking loser Wolf! You always will be! You know why? Because you don’t have any style or class! You should be thanking me for putting an end to your miserable existence! I think I’ll take some revenge on Mary too, since she felt the need to help you…”

While he’s making dramatic villainous speeches you were searching the drawers in the desk and found a very sharp letter opener. You pop up from behind the desk and throw it at Drac, hitting him directly in the eye!

“ARRRGH! MY EYE!” he bellows while pulling the opener out taking the bloody orb with it. You then lift up the entire desk and throw it at him! It crashes into his body, knocking him onto the floor. You grab your silver bar from the floor and prepare to do some more permanent harm to Drac, but he lifts the desk off of himself, before you can take advantage.

“You’re going to pay for this you lowly dog!” he shouts and kicks the bar from your hand. He then kicks you in the stomach and brings both of his fists down on your head when you hunch over from the stomach kick. You take the opportunity to grab him by the legs and in a fireman carry, you run straight forward with him over your back, out the window!

Both of your bodies crash and fall to the outside courtyard ground, broken glass embeds itself in both of your bodies, but mostly Drac’s. He pushes you off of him and retreats. You don’t give up your attack and tackle him, and bite deep into his leg. He kicks you with the other foot, but not before you tear off his leg from the bottom of the shin. Blood splatters all over the place.

At this point Drac is too enraged to run and grabs hold of you and bites you deep in the neck! You feel the energy rapidly leaving you.
> You punch him in the face
You have to get him off of you NOW! You immediately smash him in the face as hard as you can, and then again, and then again, and then again; finally he releases his grip and falls to the ground while you retreat a bit trying to shake the dizziness from the loss of blood.

Drac having gained a little more strength from his quick meal makes an escape attempt by transforming into a bat.

“Oh fuck no, you’re not getting away that easy!” you grab a nearby stone and throw it, smacking him out of the air. He falls to the ground in a bloody heap and transforms back into humanoid form. You run over and kick him repeatedly in the head and then starts smashing the back of his skull into the pavement until blood and brains come leaking out. Drac begins to beg for mercy.

“Wolf! Stop! I give up! Please! Surely you as a man of honor can see that you’ve defeated me and will show mercy!”

You nearly shit yourself laughing.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that since as you were so fondly reminding me…I’m a fucking dog and like any good dog when we smell fear, we go in for the kill!” you say amused.

Dracula, sensing this truly is the end for him attempts a different approach.

“Very well you fucking animal! Kill me! But know this! You’ll never be as famous as me! People shall always remember me even after my death! My fame and name will still live on long after you’re rotting in a pet cemetery!”
“…maybe…maybe you’re right…but you won’t be around to enjoy it!” you say and break his back over your knee and clamp your jaws around Drac’s throat ripping it out. He clutches at his new gruesome tracheotomy and then begins to smoke suddenly. The Sun! Its morning! You’ve been here so long you completely forgot about the passage of time.

You finish ripping off Drac’s head and then hold it up high to the sunlight and howl in victory. Then it burns up and explodes, (Along with the body) injuring you and knocking you to the ground.

You brush yourself off and remind yourself never to do that again! Meanwhile Mary, Tep and a few of the surviving Wolflings come outside to see what’s going on.

“Wolf are you alright?!” Mary asks.
“Yeah I’m fine, told you we’d see each other again.” You say and kiss her.
“Well Wolf, I guess this makes you the winner, looks like Erik owes me a thousand dollars.” Tep replies looking at the ashes blowing all over the courtyard.
“Yeah and I owe Erik an ass whipping for betting against me in the first place!”
“Well I’m just glad you’re alive and it’s over.” Mary says.
“Not quite, there’s still one more loose end I need to take care of, but it shouldn’t take long…”

You head back down to the basement; Count Orlock is still lying slumped in the corner of his cell. He looks up when he sees you come in with your silver bar.

“You’re back…so I guess this means Vlad is dead?”
“Got it in one bloodsucker.”
“(Sigh) Such a shameful defeat. He deserved much better…but then so did I…let’s get this over with. The lever to open this cell is over there.”

You pull the lever and the cell opens. Count Orlock stand before you completely still as you approach. You expect him to put up some kind of resistance, but he doesn’t. He looks resigned and actually relieved to accept his fate. You plunge the bar into his chest.

“At last my torment is at an end.” He says before you take his head.

It is done. All loose ends have been taken care of. You go back outside and meet back up with Mary.

After resting up (And participating in some less restful “activity” with Mary) you agree to work on the new movie that Mary has decided to do instead. Namely a movie based on your battle with Dracula. Of course most of the true story is changed around and a bunch of young monsters are all cast in the roles. (Mary even got an Aztec mummy to portray Tep) you don’t really mind not getting to play “yourself” though, you understand that youth sells better, besides it’s a lot easier sitting on your ass and just raking in the money from the movie since it turns out to be a big blockbuster hit. Perhaps Dracula’s name will always been more well known, but yours will always be known as the one who killed him and that’s certainly something you don’t mind being remembered best for.

You live out the rest of your life with Mary, your days of battle finally behind you, but confident in your knowledge that you have made a permanent impact on the world.

Your legacy as the Alpha Wolf is secured in history.


You push your way through the crowd and head towards where Renfield was lurking about. He isn’t far, you can smell him. You follow a long corridor and then turn the corner to see Renfield hobbling down another passage, you quickly knock him to the floor, turn him over and kneel on his chest. He attempts to struggle, but you’re still too strong for him.

“Well, well, well, I’m surprised your faggot master still keeps you around. Shit, you smell terrible, I suppose along with your flesh rotting, and lousy hygiene in general, all those ass rammings have taken a toll on you eh? Where the hell is he?”
”You! You’ve always been jealous of the master! Jealous of his wealth, his style and his beauty! You’re nothing, but a lowly animal!”
“For someone who gets abused in every possible way, has no self respect, and is a filthy Ghoul, I wouldn’t be calling anyone a lowly animal. And you’re not really in the position to be pissing me off anyway. Now where the fuck is Fagula?”
“The master is going enjoy killing you, especially tonight! Now he’ll be able to claim victory over TWO of his greatest enemies!”
“What the hell are you blathering about?”
“Oh you’ll find out…” Renfield smiles with a set of blacken teeth.
“Yeah whatever, look last chance to…”

Suddenly you feel a powerful crushing blow to the back of your head. It isn’t enough to knock you out, but you fall off of Renfield and roll over feeling very woozy. In your bleary vision you can make out the form of that cocksucker Dracula standing over you. Another figure stands there as well, you don’t know who they are, but they look somewhat familiar.

“Wolf, I don’t believe I invited you to this party, but it was good of you to come anyway. It only makes festivities more enjoyable! I think you’ll give Jacob a good chance of testing himself. I was going to have him fight Renfield, but I’m sure you’ll provide much more of a challenge. You think you’re up for the challenge Jacob?”
“Sounds perfect to me.” The other figure says and steps closer, and just before he kicks you in the head, you could swear it looks like Van Helsing, but much younger.

“Sonofa…” you begin to say and then get your face kicked in, knocking you unconscious.

Time passes and you wake up in a cage with silver bars. You see the figure that kicked you in the face on the other side, it is Van Helsing…or someone that looks like him since his name was Abraham, not Jacob. You find out soon enough, when he begins to speak.

“Wolf, you’re up. Good. I’m anxious to test my new skills on you. Renfield certainly wouldn’t have been much of a challenge, but you should prove to be. Even my foolish grandfather couldn’t kill you. He couldn’t kill Dracula either, but then Dracula was always superior in everyway. I have no idea why he pursued such an idiotic quest of trying to kill Vampires, they really are the supreme life form on this planet and certainly the most lovely and sensual. Vladimir has shown me such pleasures since our time together.”
You shake your head and snicker. This must’ve been the “other” defeated enemy that Renfield was on about.
“So, that’s how it is now? The Van Helsing bloodline finally defeated not through violence, but through seduction? Never thought I’d see the day come. I had my problems with your family and especially your father, but I could at least respect their dedication. You’re a fucking disgrace kid.”
“On the contrary, I’m merely ensuring the survival of my family name. What was I supposed to do, carrying on some pointless family tradition of monster hunting, and get myself killed? Fuck that. I want to live forever.”
“Yeah? Well you can scratch that plan, because when I get a hold of you, you’re going to be wishing you hadn’t turned into a fucking bloodsucker.”
“(Sigh) Yes, Vladimir told me you were always one to make unimaginative threats, I’ll be more interested in hearing your howls of pain though, see you soon.”

As Jacob leaves you to your cage. You hear another voice in the room.

“So…Vlad has now eliminated all his enemies, I guess I always knew he’d succeed.”

You see another holding cell, but one made of some kind of heavy duty unbreakable see-through plastic. The top of it has a ton of garlic hanging from it. Sitting and looking utterly defeated is an ugly distorted looking humanoid, who is yet another face you’re amazed to see. This revenge trip has just been one surprise after another.

“Orlock? Heard you were dead.” you say.
“I wish I was, unfortunately Dracula insists on keeping me alive…feeding me rats…tormenting me…reminding me of my shameful defeat by his hands…I’m proud of him.”
“You’re happy that he’s torturing you? Sheesh, all you Undead are fucking masochists.”
“I’m not happy that he’s torturing me you ignorant dog, I’m happy that he’s proven to be so ruthless, despite his foppish ways. I must admit I had my doubts about him when I first created him.”
“Yeah, I see that really worked out well for you.”
“(Sigh) True. But it’s my own fault for having a soft spot for him I suppose. I should’ve been more watchful of him. You’ll be lucky, he’ll just kill you, or rather have his new conquest Jacob do it.”
“Nobody’s killing me, I’m getting the fuck outta here right now. These bars aren’t going to hold me.”
“Won’t that be difficult Wolf? Seeing that the bars are made of silver?”
“So fucking what? Doesn’t mean I can’t touch them! As long as the things aren’t going into my body they don’t mean shit! Thought you bloodsuckers knew that. See that’s the problem with you Vampires, always underestimating your enemies and being melodramatic. If Fagula and his bitch boys were smart they would’ve killed me when they had the chance. That’s what I would’ve done.”
“You and I actually have more in common than you think. We both are the last of the old ways. I must admit that I too would’ve killed you immediately, rather than toy with such a dangerous enemy.”

You ignore Orlock and concentrate on the bars. You easily pry the silver bars open and step out of the cage; you then rip one of the bars out to take with you. Orlock looks at you with interest.

“Why are you taking that?”
“Because unlike you Vampires, we Werewolves try to learn everything we can about our enemies. I know for a fact that silver hurts you fuckers too, though you guys like to try to keep that shit quiet.”
“Ah. Tis a shame we never clashed Wolf, you would’ve been a worthy opponent.”
“Yeah? Well when I kill Drac, I can come back to finish you off too.”
“Ha ha! Glad to see you have such confidence. However, if in the unlikely event that you do defeat Vlad, by all means come back and finish me off to put me out my misery. I would gladly welcome everlasting death at this point.”

You leave the room and find yourself in a corridor made of dull stone; you’re guessing you’re probably underground. Nobody’s around, but you can still hear the noise of the party above. You’re about to head back up when you hear a voice close by.

“Psst! Wolf! Over here! Quick!”

You turn around and at one end of the corridor you see Mary. Now what the fuck is SHE doing here?! You rush over to Mary.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you ask.
“Trying to prevent you from getting yourself killed, you stubborn macho asshole! When the Wolflings returned to the studio, I asked them where you went, and they told me, so I went after you. What the hell did you think you were doing coming here to kill Dracula?”
“Just that! Kill his bloodsucking ass! How’d you sneak in here anyway?”
”I didn’t, I got an invitation about a month ago to the party, so when I arrived I was expected. Then I heard you were taken down here by some of the guests.”
“Oh I can see you and Drac are still chummy with each other, figures, all you Undead stick together. You’re probably here to help him not me!”
”Goddammit Wolf, will you stop being so fucking paranoid! I wasn’t even going to this thing; the only reason why I’m here is because of you! Because maybe you don’t want to believe it, but I do love you, you’ve always only been the one to make me feel complete. After all the searching and traveling and trying to discover myself, it was our time together that I always held dear to me and stayed in my mind. Please, Wolf don’t go through with this, we lost a lot of years already; now that we’ve been reunited I don’t want to lose you permanently. This is isn’t worth it. You don’t have to prove anything. I’m familiar with the secret passages in this place, we could leave right now without any trouble.”

Mary’s face does show expression of concern, and her voice does display worry. She may or may not be telling the truth. If she isn’t then she’s done a good job of fooling you. However, even if she is telling you the truth, there’s something else at stake here, namely your principles and pride. You’d really hate to run from Dracula, especially at this point.
> You memories (Van Helsing)
The Hunters: The Van Helsings

No group of humans ever actively caused as much trouble for the bloodsuckers than the Van Helsings. You’d actually like them, had they not hunted Werewolves as well.

The Van Helsing family had a long standing tradition of hunting Vampires, they eventually stretched out to hunt other monsters as well, but Vampires were always their main target. They first got their start sometime during the medieval ages and each generation just continued the tradition.

Oddly just as monsters had to adapt to the changing times, so did the Van Helsings. No longer could they just barge into a house and kill someone because they were a Vampire, indeed most of the people who were bitten by Vampires claimed it was consensual and there for the Van Helsings had no right to intrude on what two beings did in private. Subterfuge abounded as Vampires in high political offices or positions of power manipulated laws to encourage more “liberal” policies. This still did not deter the Van Helsing family, but it did cause disillusionment and less of them enthusiastically took up the tradition of monster hunting.

Abraham Van Helsing is probably the best known one for his continual hunt and battles with Dracula. Despite his best efforts he could never defeat him and ultimately lost all his friends and his life in the finally confrontation. (Yes, the movies like to give the “happy ending” to the tale, but reality is always much darker) His son Ishmael Van Helsing took up the mantle next, but fearing to follow in his father’s footsteps he didn’t pursue Dracula. Instead he hunted less powerful Vampires and other monsters, including you. There were a couple times he attempted to assassinate you, but the last time he tried, you managed to catch him and rip him limb from limb.

Jacob would be the next one to take up the mantel, but he showed little interest in it, and that would seem to be the end of Van Helsing tradition.


Its long over due and its time. You need to go fucking kill that bloodsucker or die trying. You need to prove that you are and always will be the baddest of the monsters. You also need to prove to these wolflings that they need to be proud of their fucking heritage and not play second fiddle to some overgrown leeches.

“All right you cubs! We’re going to go raise some fucking hell. We’re going to Dracula’s Castle. We’re going to rip the place apart brick by brick, and every fucking bloodsucker in the goddamned place and I’M going to rip Fagula apart limb from limb, drive a stake in his heart, cut his head off and then shove his dick in his mouth!”

The Wolflings look very apprehensive about your suggestion, in fact they outright refuse.

“You’re a fucking crazy old coot; if you think we’re gonna follow you to Dracula’s Castle! Fuck that, he’s got an army of bloodsuckers and ghouls and who knows what the hell else! We can’t win that Wolf! Can’t we just bust up a bar or something?” one of them exclaims

You can’t believe your ears! These snot nosed pups know nothing of their heritage! Back in the old days they would’ve been killed and eaten for such cowardice!

“Goddammit are you Wolves or fucking Chihuahuas? Vampires have been taking OUR rightful place in the monster hierarchy for centuries! We need to set the fucking record straight on this shit! Now are you going to run with me and be a fucking Wolf or are you going to go back home with your tails tucked between your legs?”

After looking at each other for awhile they all begin to leave and head back to the studio.

“Oh fuckin’ fine then, play werewolf in a movie, but I can see I’m the only fuckin’ REAL Werewolf here, the rest of you are just goddamn overgrown dingos! Fuck this, I don’t give a shit, I’ll kill Dracula my own goddamned self. I don’t need anybody’s help!”

You get on your Harley and ride. You only make a few stops on your way; you’re completely driven to have your final showdown with Vlad. Finally after a few days of riding you reach Dracula’s Castle. The place looks exactly the same. You get off your bike and scale the high iron gate. As you jump down into the courtyard you half expect yourself to be overwhelmed by vampires, or even ghouls, but nothing happens. This is weird, there aren’t even any guards patrolling or even at the door. In fact it sounds like a party is going on inside. You hear lots of laughter and music. Suddenly someone comes outside and sees you. It’s some Vampire chick.

“Ohhh, a Werewolf! Wow, I didn’t know any of you types were invited to the party; I thought Drac hated you guys. Well what’re you doing standing outside? Come on in the party’s just starting!” she says waving you in.

A bit of a different approach than you were preparing for, but you enter. You entrance to the ballroom is immediately a big event. You’re the only Werewolf there. Everyone else is either a Vampire, a ghoul, or even a human “servant”. Everyone is staring at you, some with wonder and interest, most with hatred, a few in awe. Most probably haven’t encountered a Werewolf like you before. The staring would probably continue if another slightly out of place being didn’t come shuffling up to you to talk you in a friendly manner causing the bloodsuckers to go back to partying. It’s Im-Ho-Tep. You’re surprised to see him here.

“Wolf?! YOU got an invitation to this thing? I can’t believe it! What the hell did you and Dracula kiss and make up?” he remarks with his scratchy sounding voice.
“Not in this life time Teppy. What’re you doing here?”
”Me? Oh you know Vlad, he’s always gotta put on a show. Likes to play up the whole royalty thing to the other bloodsuckers, so he always invites me to these things to prove he’s got connections or something since I was a Prince. I always keep telling him, it’s a meaningless title since the Egyptian Empire fell thousands of years ago, but he insists on flying me out here, making a big fuss and everything so what the hell, it’s not like I got anything better to do plus I get a kick out of watching the bloodsuckers get drunk and make idiots out of themselves, well that and I like to look at some of these Vamp chicks. Heh, guess that makes me a voyeur, but again what the hell, its one of the few pleasures I get in this world anymore. But enough about this dirty old man, what brings you here if you weren’t invited? Just randomly crashing the party?”
“Sort of…I didn’t even know there was one…I’m here to kill Fagula.” You whisper quietly.

Tep’s eyes widen a bit under his bandages. He isn’t entirely surprised (At his age barely anything surprises him anymore) but he was caught a little off guard by your statement.

“Wow Wolf…I can tell you’re really not joking about this. All I can say is… what took you so long? I thought this day would come long before now. Lost some bets because of it, oh well easy come easy go. Well you know your secret’s safe with me, though I suppose it won’t be a secret for too much longer! You’re still the craziest sonofabitch I know, but then you always did know how to liven up a party! Ha ha! Ol’ Vlad will probably be making his grand entrance soon, so just wait awhile. He threw this party for some kind of special announcement he has to make. I still got a bet with Erik that you would win if you and Drac ever got into a battle to the death. I’ll be hoping to collect that bet from Erik. Good luck!” Tep then shuffles off back to where he sitting.

Erik bet against you? Fucking little depressed shit! You’re going to have a little talk with him after all this.

You put your back against the wall, watching everyone while waiting for Dracula to arrive. An hour passes and you’re fucking sick of waiting, you don’t feel like waiting for him to make “an entrance”. You’re here to commit major mayhem on him, not listen to anything he has to say. While you’re surveying the place, you see a disheveled man peek out from a corner across the room and then slink back. That was Renfield, you’d know Fagula’s sycophantic bitch boy anywhere.
> You memories (Im-Ho-Tep)
The Mummy: Im-Ho-Tep

If there was ONE undead who was consistently alright with you, it was Tep. He’s one of the few exceptions to your dislike of the Undead. Ironic, because even without being Undead, his personality was completely different from yours, however you like him because he at least has a down to earth attitude on life. Which is at least a step up from the arrogance of Vampires and most humans.

Tep is very very VERY old. He was a Prince at one time during the height of the Egyptian Empire, but he never likes going by that title. He says it’s pointless to hold on to something that doesn’t exist anymore. As a royal Prince he didn’t have as much freedom as he would’ve liked, he basically had to stay in his palace and carry the responsibilities of an Empire which wasn’t as much fun as one might think. He used to read a lot about all the places his advisors and soldiers all traveled to, but he couldn’t ever go. So he decided that he would extend his life through magic so he could do and see all the things he couldn’t while he was alive. When he died at the ripe old age of 33 (Humans didn’t annoying live as long back then like they do now) the spell took effect and he snuck out of his sarcophagus at night. With no more responsibilities he was now allowed to see, go and do whatever and wherever he wanted. In fact his down to earth, observational habits are mainly due to the fact that he’s literally done it all. There really isn’t anything left for him to do anymore, so he gets a small pleasure from watching “Life” in general now. It’s also why he laughs at bloodsuckers who think they’re old, wise, and “done it all”. Even Dracula would be a mere child when compared to how old Tep is. One time Dracula was bragging about this completely decadent orgy he threw one time back in the 1600s that lasted for 6 days. He claimed it had everything and taunted everyone saying that they would never know about the carnal pleasures that were had that week. Tep just laughed and calmly put Vlad in his place that’s become a well known event in Hollywood History:

“Please Vlad spare us of your fat musings, I was married to my younger sister at 13, I personally knew Cleopatra and lived through the Roman Empire during Caligula AND Nero’s reign, let alone all the other shit I saw long before you were even thinking about shoving little old ladies on iron spikes as a petty human dictator. You don’t know fuck about sexual decadence. Whatever you THINK you’ve done has already been done long ago. You’re an unoriginal amateur at best.”

Dracula never “bragged” again when Tep was around.


Its long over due and its time. You need to go fucking kill that bloodsucker or die trying. You need to prove that you are and always will be the baddest of the monsters. You also need to prove to these wolflings that they need to be proud of their fucking heritage and not play second fiddle to some overgrown leeches.

“All right you cubs! We’re going to go raise some fucking hell. We’re going to Dracula’s Castle. We’re going to rip the place apart brick by brick, and every fucking bloodsucker in the goddamned place and I’M going to rip Fagula apart limb from limb, drive a stake in his heart, cut his head off and then shove his dick in his mouth!”

The Wolflings look very apprehensive about your suggestion, in fact they outright refuse.

“You’re a fucking crazy old coot; if you think we’re gonna follow you to Dracula’s Castle! Fuck that, he’s got an army of bloodsuckers and ghouls and who knows what the hell else! We can’t win that Wolf! Can’t we just bust up a bar or something?” one of them exclaims

You can’t believe your ears! These snot nosed pups know nothing of their heritage! Back in the old days they would’ve been killed and eaten for such cowardice!

“Goddammit are you Wolves or fucking Chihuahuas? Vampires have been taking OUR rightful place in the monster hierarchy for centuries! We need to set the fucking record straight on this shit! Now are you going to run with me and be a fucking Wolf or are you going to go back home with your tails tucked between your legs?”

After looking at each other for awhile they all begin to leave and head back to the studio.

“Oh fuckin’ fine then, play werewolf in a movie, but I can see I’m the only fuckin’ REAL Werewolf here, the rest of you are just goddamn overgrown dingos! Fuck this, I don’t give a shit, I’ll kill Dracula my own goddamned self. I don’t need anybody’s help!”

You get on your Harley and ride. You only make a few stops on your way; you’re completely driven to have your final showdown with Vlad. Finally after a few days of riding you reach Dracula’s Castle. The place looks exactly the same. You get off your bike and scale the high iron gate. As you jump down into the courtyard you half expect yourself to be overwhelmed by vampires, or even ghouls, but nothing happens. This is weird, there aren’t even any guards patrolling or even at the door. In fact it sounds like a party is going on inside. You hear lots of laughter and music. Suddenly someone comes outside and sees you. It’s some Vampire chick.

“Ohhh, a Werewolf! Wow, I didn’t know any of you types were invited to the party; I thought Drac hated you guys. Well what’re you doing standing outside? Come on in the party’s just starting!” she says waving you in.

A bit of a different approach than you were preparing for, but you enter. You entrance to the ballroom is immediately a big event. You’re the only Werewolf there. Everyone else is either a Vampire, a ghoul, or even a human “servant”. Everyone is staring at you, some with wonder and interest, most with hatred, a few in awe. Most probably haven’t encountered a Werewolf like you before. The staring would probably continue if another slightly out of place being didn’t come shuffling up to you to talk you in a friendly manner causing the bloodsuckers to go back to partying. It’s Im-Ho-Tep. You’re surprised to see him here.

“Wolf?! YOU got an invitation to this thing? I can’t believe it! What the hell did you and Dracula kiss and make up?” he remarks with his scratchy sounding voice.
“Not in this life time Teppy. What’re you doing here?”
”Me? Oh you know Vlad, he’s always gotta put on a show. Likes to play up the whole royalty thing to the other bloodsuckers, so he always invites me to these things to prove he’s got connections or something since I was a Prince. I always keep telling him, it’s a meaningless title since the Egyptian Empire fell thousands of years ago, but he insists on flying me out here, making a big fuss and everything so what the hell, it’s not like I got anything better to do plus I get a kick out of watching the bloodsuckers get drunk and make idiots out of themselves, well that and I like to look at some of these Vamp chicks. Heh, guess that makes me a voyeur, but again what the hell, its one of the few pleasures I get in this world anymore. But enough about this dirty old man, what brings you here if you weren’t invited? Just randomly crashing the party?”
“Sort of…I didn’t even know there was one…I’m here to kill Fagula.” You whisper quietly.

Tep’s eyes widen a bit under his bandages. He isn’t entirely surprised (At his age barely anything surprises him anymore) but he was caught a little off guard by your statement.

“Wow Wolf…I can tell you’re really not joking about this. All I can say is… what took you so long? I thought this day would come long before now. Lost some bets because of it, oh well easy come easy go. Well you know your secret’s safe with me, though I suppose it won’t be a secret for too much longer! You’re still the craziest sonofabitch I know, but then you always did know how to liven up a party! Ha ha! Ol’ Vlad will probably be making his grand entrance soon, so just wait awhile. He threw this party for some kind of special announcement he has to make. I still got a bet with Erik that you would win if you and Drac ever got into a battle to the death. I’ll be hoping to collect that bet from Erik. Good luck!” Tep then shuffles off back to where he sitting.

Erik bet against you? Fucking little depressed shit! You’re going to have a little talk with him after all this.

You put your back against the wall, watching everyone while waiting for Dracula to arrive. An hour passes and you’re fucking sick of waiting, you don’t feel like waiting for him to make “an entrance”. You’re here to commit major mayhem on him, not listen to anything he has to say. While you’re surveying the place, you see a disheveled man peek out from a corner across the room and then slink back. That was Renfield, you’d know Fagula’s sycophantic bitch boy anywhere.
> You memories (Renfield)
The Manservant: Renfield

Dracula has had a wide variety of lovers, and it’s well known he doesn’t limit himself to just women. However NOBODY (Gay or straight) could figure out what the hell he was doing with Renfield.

Vampires being the vain, shallow and arrogant types they are, tend to only pick the “beautiful” people to have sex with. Indeed that’s the whole reason to be eternally youthful in the first place.

Renfield didn’t fit into that category…ever. He wasn’t even a beautiful person on the inside. While everyone knows about his bug eating, that’s probably the least disgusting thing he’s ever eaten.

Drac has always been a bit of a perverse individual, so he probably first fucked the dirty asylum patient just for kicks and to have a story to tell. Little did even Drac know that that was the kindest act that had ever been done to Renfield, who broke out of that asylum the very next day to track down Dracula and profess his undying love and loyalty to him. His willingness to completely debase himself in everyway imaginable for Drac, is probably one of the reasons why Drac kept him around. Drac always eventually gets bored of his “long term” lovers and begins to act dismissively and abusively to them and eventually no matter how much they were in love with him, they realize that they were just another notch on his fangs and they bitterly leave. Renfield has NEVER left, he routinely has endured all manner of abuse by Drac for years and he still comes back for more, it’s why he ultimately made Renfield into Ghoul to serve him forever. (Another oddity for Drac, since he never creates Ghouls, he prefers “disposable” humans or fawning fellow vampires. Renfield is the only Ghoul, Drac has ever created)

Ghouls are considered low in Vampire society. They have some of a Vampire’s power, but at root they’re basically human servants who weren’t considered good enough to be turned into a Vampire. Also while they gain Vampire longevity, they don’t gain the eternal youth, and eventually rot to the point that they look more like zombies. They’re usually treated worse than human servants, since human servants still have “potential”. They’re typically are a miserable bunch who have a lot of anti-social personal habits while they continue to serve their thankless Vampire masters and resentful of the human servants.

Renfield’s life didn’t really change much at all.


“So you had me in mind eh? Well that proves it. You think I’m a joke because that’s how you wrote the character.”
“What? No! I just…”
“I see your time with that bloodsucker was well spent. Learning how to exploit and leech right? Look maybe you can pull this shit with those puppies over there, but I ain’t fucking one! I don’t need the money that badly. I’ll go fucking live my twilight years in the forest and DIE there as nature probably intended. I don’t need this shit.”

As you turn to leave, Mary shouts at you.

“Yeah, that’s right go on leave Mr. Lone Wolf! You’ll fucking die alone, you stubborn bastard! I tried to help you! Erik tried to help you and you don’t appreciate any of it! That’s why none of your children speak to you and…”

You run back over to her and slam her into the wall. You stare at her face to face as she struggles to get free. She’s strong, but you manage to keep her pinned. She really pissed you off and you were already pissed off to begin with.

“Fuck you, and fuck Erik! You two don’t know shit about me, never did. I’m through with the pair of you! In fact I think I’ll be taking something with me since you’re so worried about me being alone…”

You release Mary and go over to the wolflings who look a little worried that you’re going to cause harm to them. Many of them cast their eyes downward.

“Hey, you want to be REALLY tough? You want to really raise some hell? Come with me. If you want to stay under the thumb of this patchwork dead bitch and be exploited and mocked, stay here.

Your statement alone convinces all of them. They all follow you, even the one you made an example of. Mary attempts to call everyone back, but it’s useless, you’ve taken control of the pack and they’ll do what you want now.

And right now you want to get into a fight. You think about all the people and creatures that wronged you in some way and only two of them keep coming to mind consistently.

One is that fucking Dr. Victor Frankenstein. If it wasn’t for him, Frankie and Mary wouldn’t have been created in the first place which also means you wouldn’t have gotten yourself into trouble all those years ago. You wouldn’t have had to put up with his “children” taking jobs away from you. Not to mention he sued you once.

But the one who you REALLY despise, is that bisexual bloodsucker. Fucking Dracula or Vlad, or whatever the hell he’s calling himself these days. The disgust you have for him and the reasons are too numerous to list here.
> You memories (Victor)
The Mad Scientist: Dr. Victor Frankenstein

You don’t strictly have anything against humans. You’ve even been known to get along with a few of them. Victor doesn’t fall into that category though. His “creations” caused much trouble for you, but you had problems with him even before then.

Victor was the typical mad scientist type looking to shock and take the world by storm through weird experiments. He was always jealous of Dr. Moreau who managed to buy an entire island and create a small colony of “man-animals”. Victor wanted that same status, so he tried to do the same thing, but the problem was, he wasn’t as skilled of a doctor.

Victor’s feud with Moreau and his petty human dreams would’ve gone unnoticed at this point had he not tried to perform an experiment on YOU. He invited you over to his place once for an idea of a new movie. After eating a big dinner of mutton, veal, and beef (No pork though, you don’t dig on swine) you promptly passed out from all those products being heavily drugged.

When you woke up he was sticking needles into you and had you strapped to a table. He claimed he wasn’t going to do anything except some tests, but you highly doubted that since he also had scalpels nearby. He figured he could successfully duplicate Moreau’s experiments by using your DNA or something.

You didn’t let him get that far though. The good doctor forgot how strong you were and you easily broke the straps with minimal effort on your part. Your revenge was quick and terrible. In fact you killed him…that is if his assistant Igor (Who had later come home to find his master lying on the floor with his throat ripped open and his arm ripped off) hadn’t got his heart started again with a major jolt of electricity and sewed him back together.

Needless to say he wasn’t the really the same after that, but Igor’s “quick thinking” lead Victor to the idea of his first creation Frankie, then later Mary. In fact those two were probably his way of attempting to get back at you for killing him and it probably worked to a certain degree.

Of course you weren’t the one who had to piss and shit into a bag for the rest of his life.


“So you had me in mind eh? Well that proves it. You think I’m a joke because that’s how you wrote the character.”
“What? No! I just…”
“I see your time with that bloodsucker was well spent. Learning how to exploit and leech right? Look maybe you can pull this shit with those puppies over there, but I ain’t fucking one! I don’t need the money that badly. I’ll go fucking live my twilight years in the forest and DIE there as nature probably intended. I don’t need this shit.”

As you turn to leave, Mary shouts at you.

“Yeah, that’s right go on leave Mr. Lone Wolf! You’ll fucking die alone, you stubborn bastard! I tried to help you! Erik tried to help you and you don’t appreciate any of it! That’s why none of your children speak to you and…”

You run back over to her and slam her into the wall. You stare at her face to face as she struggles to get free. She’s strong, but you manage to keep her pinned. She really pissed you off and you were already pissed off to begin with.

“Fuck you, and fuck Erik! You two don’t know shit about me, never did. I’m through with the pair of you! In fact I think I’ll be taking something with me since you’re so worried about me being alone…”

You release Mary and go over to the wolflings who look a little worried that you’re going to cause harm to them. Many of them cast their eyes downward.

“Hey, you want to be REALLY tough? You want to really raise some hell? Come with me. If you want to stay under the thumb of this patchwork dead bitch and be exploited and mocked, stay here.

Your statement alone convinces all of them. They all follow you, even the one you made an example of. Mary attempts to call everyone back, but it’s useless, you’ve taken control of the pack and they’ll do what you want now.

And right now you want to get into a fight. You think about all the people and creatures that wronged you in some way and only two of them keep coming to mind consistently.

One is that fucking Dr. Victor Frankenstein. If it wasn’t for him, Frankie and Mary wouldn’t have been created in the first place which also means you wouldn’t have gotten yourself into trouble all those years ago. You wouldn’t have had to put up with his “children” taking jobs away from you. Not to mention he sued you once.

But the one who you REALLY despise, is that bisexual bloodsucker. Fucking Dracula or Vlad, or whatever the hell he’s calling himself these days. The disgust you have for him and the reasons are too numerous to list here.
> You memories (Vlad)
The Vampire: Vlad III AKA Vlad the Impaler AKA Dracula AKA…

You’ve got more interesting names to call him though. “Fagula” comes to mind.

All those movies nowadays that they make about how vampires and werewolves can’t get along were no doubt inspired by you and the bisexual bloodsucker.

Yeah that always pissed you off. He was always considered a “ladies man” and yet he was buttfucking his sycophantic manservant Renfield on a regular basis. Fucking pretty boy got all the best looking women throwing themselves at him, while he was getting some massive man meat in his elitist aristocratic undead ass on the side. Blood wasn’t the only thing he was sucking on.

That pretty boy also got all the best roles; got all the fame, got everything better and he didn’t deserve any of it. He came from fucking money. He was goddamn royalty. He was all those things that humans admire and strive for, looks, money, power, famous, and eternal youth. You didn’t really stand a chance in terms of popularity. Here you were a dirty ruthless “animal” that ripped people apart, while HE was Mr. suave and sexy that seduced his victims. Making death erotic rather than violent.

In short, humans saw him and saw what they wanted to be. While they saw you, and saw what they were.

Its one of the reasons why you have a big dislike for the undead. They aren’t natural. They don’t have that primal instinct that all living creatures have on some level. Humans and Werewolves both have it. Even all the Alien creatures you’ve had rare encounters with have a primal instinct due to the evolution that existed on their home worlds. The Undead don’t. They’re without emotion. No matter how much they try to mimic it. Any emotion they have is only due to their remembrance of how they reacted to events in their former lives. They don’t BREED naturally. Vampires are just fucking overgrown parasites and leeches in your superior opinion. All they do is try to exploit, hide and lie. And most idiotic humans fall for it. Now there’s a whole sub-culture of wannabe Vampires out there. Nobody wants to be a werewolf though. (Granted you’d probably hate a wannabe werewolf, but that’s not the point.)

It’s not “sexy” enough. It’s not “dark and mysterious” enough, basically it’s not GAY enough.

But being a Vampire sure is gay enough though, so let those stupid ass human wannabes go ahead and pretend and worship Vampires. They always find out just how much their “Masters” truly value them and it’s normally as food and at best a “pet”.

Werewolves don’t lie. If they’re going to kill you, they’ll be up front immediately, they won’t string you along. At least you’ve always been that way.

Fagula just represents everything you hate about his kind. All of which makes you wonder:

Where the hell are the Van Helsings of the world, nowadays?