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…