text: 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.
  > memories (Orlock)
  Nosferatu: Count Orlock
  
  The bloodsuckers are big on keeping secrets. Nowadays, all Vampires have a "cool" look about them which fits in with their youthful image. Even the ones that are "old" are still regal and respectable looking. Its part of the whole "Let's get stupid humans to serve us and be like us" routine that they like to employ. You keep telling the masses something long enough and they believe it and the past becomes forgotten.
  
  However even a secret slips out every now and then in movies and the hideous Nosferatu appear, but this is usually quickly dismissed as "creative license" and not based on any kind of fact. Vampires deliberately attempt to destroy any evidence of their ugly pasts. One old movie was actually supposed to be based on Count Orlock, but this movie was quickly ordered to be destroyed through Vampire string pulling.
  
  The truth is Vampires weren't always the "cool" MTV movie bullshit propaganda that that's churned out now. In the past there were the Elders or the first Vampires who looked as repugnant as any rotting corpse, they are also known as the Nosferatu. You rarely had any encounters with them as most of them were dead by then, but you heard many stories from your grandfather about them. They hid in the shadows, striking from the darkness, and returning to isolation, they used no servants. They did not mix and carry on a charade of "humanity". They were true monsters.
  
  Over time however, things change and so did Vampires, there became an "evolution" of sorts (Though you're loathed to use a word for such unnatural creatures). In time it became necessary for trickery, to fit in, to blend with humans to prevent mass extinction from vampire hunters. Later generations started to retain their human looks, and the Nosferatu began to die off through various means. Most of them by the hands of their own younger kind. The younger generation saw the Nosferatu as a threat to their own survival, not to mention cramping their style. How were they supposed to get humans to willingly serve them, if these ugly Nosferatu were going around snatching children in the night? No, their time had come and gone, a new era must be ushered in. Eventually the Nostferatu were all hunted down and killed save one.
  
  Count Orlock was the last of the Nosferatu, he was by no means an Elder, but he was still old enough to not retain his humanity. Sensing his time was coming to a close, decided to create a servant to protect him. He sensed Vlad would be able to do this. The instant he made him into a Vampire, he attempted to instill loyalty into him and it worked... for awhile at least. Eventually Dracula realized that Orlock was more of a burden than a teacher, and he turned on him. Defeating him utterly, but contrary to what most know (For those that even know about the Nosferatu in the first place) he didn't kill him.
  
  Orlock's implanted loyalty did still exist, but it was to Orlock's detriment. Dracula could not bring himself to kill his creator, but he could make his unlife a living hell. Keeping him a weaken captive and tormenting him for all time.
  
  He's been forgotten and held prisoner ever since.