text: You take a deep breath, bashing open the door with your shoulder, raising your rifle. Draven stands there, a sword in his hands and a grin on his face as he stands over a heavily injured Haygarth, who has been stripped naked and is covered in bruising and cuts.
  
  
  "Don't you know how, freak? I said do it!" Draven shouts.
  
  
  He swings his blade and smacks Haygarth in the side of the head with the flat of his blade, knocking Haygarth to the floor.
  
  
  "Dance!" Draven laughs, before his eyes flicker to you. "Look who it is! One of Grey's ghouls and... I've no fucking idea who you are, but you look like a bleeder!"
  
  
  Haygarth lets out a terrified yell as you aim your rifle, as Draven lets out a roar, sprinting towards you with insane speed, even faster than you've seen Count Grey sprint.
  > You roll out of the way
  You dive out of the way, as Draven flies just past you, swinging his sword. His sword slices into the back of your neck, not enough to seriously wound but enough to hurt like a bitch. He slams into the door behind you, grunting as he spins around. He wipes the blood from his broken nose as he stares at the two of you, before letting out a horrible laugh.
  
  
  "Got too excited there, didn't I? Ha!" he smiles, twirling the sword around in his hands.
  
  
  You look around desperately, for something, ANYTHING in the room to help you out. Dasha is just as in the cross-hairs as you are, and seems terrified. Haygarth is hiding behind a counter, unfocused and not thinking. Most of the horses are dead, having had their heads cleaved clean off. Still, there's three or four in the farther stables. There's two large, oil-filled lamps illuminating the hallways that could be used. Fire has a history of being effective with monsters. Finally, there's the old full lead solution. If you just duck, weave and fill the air with as much lead, or in this case silver, as possible to take out the vampire bastard, although silver bullets are more of a werewolf-killer. 
  > You get to the horses
  You sprint towards the horses, your rifle held tightly in your hands as you run towards them. Draven charges ahead with a howl, kicking your leg away as you collapse onto the ground, laughing.
  
  
  "Look at you try to run! Where are you trying to run to, little one?" he asks, before his eyes flicker to Dasha who goes for the door.
  
  
  Draven runs ahead with an animalistic howl, slamming her into the door. He presses the sword to her throat, before throwing into the air and catching it once more.
  
  
  "Ohh... this is everything! Savor the hunt!" he says. "Go! Try escape again! Or are you in a fighting mood?"
  > You try for the horses again
  You sprint towards the horses once more, as Draven pauses, raising an eyebrow as he strolls after you. You reach the horses, as Draven walks towards you. You unclasp the gate as the horses stand there. 
  
  
  "What... what was your plan?" he asks, looking genuinely confused. "Were you hoping to have the horses stampede me? Were you planning on riding one to safety?"
  
  
  Draven twirls his sword, running it through you. You grunt in pain, blood dripping out your mouth as you collapse to your knees.
  
  
  "I've had my fun. Goodnight, ghoul," he says.
  
  
  You collapse forward onto your stomach, running the sword even further into you.