Dracula knew Katrina preferred him to fight from the shadows, to stay hidden. Most of all, she  wanted him to be safe, he could see it in her eyes but fighting from the shadows wasn't a way of battle he is use to. Dracula only knew how to fight head on, any other way was foreign to the vampire. He looked back at her and stared at Katrina's face, glancing into her beautiful eyes. God, he is such a foolish creature, Dracula was too blind to see Katrina's love for him. He stopped walking when she uttered the words, " I love you".<br/>His breath caught in his throat, he wanted to say those words back but all Katrina got was a weak and unsure smile. Knowing that at one person loved him, it gave Dracula a reason to walk away from this battle.<br/>His plan began to unfold as he walked out to where all the hunters clearly see him, the reason he chose right now to fight them was because most of all the hunters were in front of him and they would watch their beloved leader, Abraham, lose to Dracula.<br/>The vampire stopped in the middle of the road, he unsheathed his sword well transforming into one of his more stronger form. Dracula's sword paused at his side, the moonlight seemed to make the sliver appear to be brighter. His eyes showed nothing but determination, he growled slightly as the wind shifted. He could smell the fear that dripped of rookie hunters as they realized a dark presence was standing behind them. Yet the first to turn around wasn't Nikolai or Abraham, but Dimitri. Dracula grinned wickedly, he loved striking fear into the weak.<br/>Nikolai stopped talking as the air shifted and a dark force appeared behind him. He watched as Dimitri turned around, which caused him to turn around as well. At first, all he saw was a sliver line and wrath filled crimson eyes. A few second of staring at the stranger, finally he understood who it was. He muttered a cuss word, he already used all his best blades and the only blade he had was a rusted short blade. He grabbed Abraham, trying to find the right words.<br/><br/>Abraham raised his hand, turning around. He didn't need Nikolai to tell him, he already knew. He stepped away from his peers, getting closer to Dracula.<br/>" You can't stay died, can you? I don't know if I should be impressed or laugh at how stupid you are. No matter vampire, you will die tonight." He snarled.<br/>Abraham being the master vampire hunter he was, he was able to summon up a few a bayonets, his weapons always looked a little more like swords but they had more of a weird shape to them.<br/>Abraham threw a couple of the bayonets at Dracula, only to have them stopped by shadows.<br/><br/>"Bull shit. You can't kill me." Dracula spat, manipulating the shadows to protect him from on coming bayonets. He released the shadows, watching as the fell to the ground.<br/>Dracula looked up as Abraham roared out and charged towards him.<br/>Abraham gave a loud roar, charging towards Dracula, he swung the two bayonets back and swung them at Dracula once he was close enough. Dracula responded to the attack by blocking the bayonets, he gritted his teeth. The old man was still as strong as the last fight. Abraham pressed down hard on Dracula's sword, until Dracula's sword slipped, allowing Abraham to swing one of his bayonet and catch Dracula in the side of the face. The vampire stumbled back, wincing. The forgotten sting of holy water came rippling back, sending unbelievable pain ripping throughout his whole body. Dracula gave a low snarl, licking away the blood that slowly slid down his face. Dracula recoiled, manipulating the shadows again, this time to attack Abraham. Abraham summoned more weapons as Dracula's shadows began to close in on him just as he got the shadows of his back, Dracula thrust his sword towards his head. The hunter ducked as Dracula's sword went flying above his head, he jumped back out of his reach. Nikolai pulled out his short blade and raced into the fight. He dodged an incoming attack before making his move, his blade meeting Dracula, by doing this it allowed Abraham to come at Dracula. Abraham stabbed a bayonet into Dracula's shoulder before he had the chance to defend himself.<br/>The vampire cried out as his skin was pierced by the weapon, he used one of his hand and grabbed Abraham's arm, tossing him Nikolai.  Nikolai's eyes widened as his peer as his peer was thrown into him, he easily caught the old man, falling onto the ground.<br/>Dracula didn't even have the chance to pull out the bayonet because a few rookies joined in the fight. They all came at him with their weapons drawn, the vampire knocked all but one way with his shadows. The one rookie clenched his fist into a tight ball, raising it back and throwing it at Dracula's face but his punch was a failure.<br/>Dracula caught the rookie's fist in between his teeth and bite down on it as hard as he could. He listened as he heard the bones crunch, the rookie slide to his knee, staring into the vampire's eyes. Dracula stared back and did something unexpected, he bite harder and jerked his head back, ripping the hand from the arm. Dracula spit the served hand out with disgust. Abraham and Nikolai got up, the older man screamed cuss words at Dracula, the two charged forward.<br/>Dracula dodge a fist, then a sword, he stepped back as Abraham tried to ram a sword into his head. He stopped a weak attack by elbowing Nikolai hard in the throat. Nikolai's gagged and fell to the ground again, holding his throat. He coughed, struggling to get air into his breath but nothing came through. He coughed up blood before slowly passing out.<br/>Abraham's pause to help Nikolai costed him, it got the hunter a tasted of the end of Dracula's boot. Abraham went flying into the edge of the brick bridge. He grunted as he pushed himself away from the bridge.  He wiped away some of the blood from his bleeding lip. The old man continued to deliver as many attacks as he could.<br/><br/>Two hours later of fighting ten out of twenty vampire hunters were beaten by Dracula. Abraham knelt to the ground, panting. How could Dracula be so strong, he should have been weaker than this. He stared down at the ground, hunters were supposed to give up their lives but watching so many on his comrades being cut down was never his intention. The remaining hunters didn't move, fear had taken a hold of them and they didn't want to end up like the others.<br/>Dracula was beyond being on the edge of insanity, his insanity was in full swing. He was proud of his accomplishment, he left several hunters wounded and bleeding out, some barely even cling to live. Dracula's eyes burned into Abraham's soul.<br/>The vampire walked over to where the old man was kneeling at. He shoved his sword into the ground, slamming his foot out down on the man's hand. Abraham winced, biting on his lip. A small laugh escaped from Dracula's lips before it turned into a blood chilling crackle. To him, this was no longer about making peace but killing the Bastard who murdered his once beloved wife.<br/>" What now, you decrepit pathetic waste of existence?! Do you not have any fight left in you? Killing you like this will be such a bore." Dracula snarled as he reached over his shoulder pulling out one of the many sword he had stuck in him.<br/>"Please....Stop." Abraham whispered.<br/>The vampire growled, grabbing the man's collar of his shirt, yanking him up so they were facing each other. Dracula used his free hand and clamped down on the hunters throat, his other hand finding it way to his throat as well. His hand clamped down tighter on Abraham's throat.<br/><br/>"Stop?! Why should I stop? You and the humans race is a plague crawling upon this earth, destroying everything you touch. You show vampire who spear humans, no mercy. You kill innocent vampire who done nothing!! You killed my wife for no reason as well! So what reason do you have that prove I should stop?!" He yelled, picking the hunter up on to his feet.<br/><br/>Abraham summoned a bayonet, aimed it at Dracula's heart and shoved it towards his heart. One of Dracula's hand stopped it before it reached his heart. Abraham using all of his strength, inching the blade closer with the help of the vampire's blood. Dracula released his grip on Abraham's throat and used his other hand to stop the blade as well.<br/>Abraham cried out, pushing harder on the blade, bring Dracula to his knees. Dracula moved his body right as the blade slipped through his hand. The bayonet missed his heart and instead punctured his lung. The vampire fell onto his hand, it was only at this moment that he realized his body was too tired to go on. Dracula changed back into his more recent form, closing his eyes. It's clear that Abraham was tired as well, since the hunter wasn't even standing anymore.<br/>Dracula calmed down a bit, his mind cleared up, he could think straight at least. He stood up, pulling out all the swords, knives and a few arrows from his body.