12th stroke
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" So be it"
Even a man who is pure at heart and says his prayers by night, may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms and the moon is shining bright . What the poem had left out had been how horrific the change can be. And Gabriel Van Helsing , who had the purest of hearts, the left hand of god.. was about to go through it for the first time.
" One"
Every bone snapping and changing shape. Rearranging and growing. Shedding and ripping out of his skin, replaced by ebony fur . By a long snout and rows of razor sharp teeth. Lycanthrope! Werewolf! The only creature strong enough to take Kill the vampire. While he still had his wits to fight the full brain of the beast he been cursed as that is.
11 chimes to go.
Gabriel looks insanely hungry as he closes in on Dracula and the clock chimes. The Werewolf leaps at him. Even if the Beast and desperately tries to flyaway. The Werewolf is on him.. after him.
Another chime.
Gabriel grabbed Vlad, in his a big meaty paw and roared in his face, but before he could deliver a killing blow the moon had obscured by cloud cover and he reverted back to his more human appearance.. Releasing the vampire , jumping away, needing to put distance.
Another chime. ?? Wait was that two?
Somewhere along the way he had lost count of the chimes. The sound forgotten along the way in the heat of battle. While Dracula tried to talk him down. Tried to reach him, he stumbled back. Even offering him back that which he had , for the longest time coveted.. his long forgotten memories
" Some things are better left forgotten "
And then those clouds passed over and the moons light causing that painful shift again and the battle started again. Carl remaining detained.. Anna presumably tied up with Aleera.
But it was not to be, despite the wolfs most valiant efforts. The fateful 12th stroke of midnight chimed, and the lycan, who'd been roaring in the vampire's face ... calmed, panted and stared.
