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 kill Dracula

You stare deeply into Mary's eyes, grab her and kiss her long and passionately.

"You're going anyway aren't you?" she says.
"I have to."
"But why?! You know he's going to use every dirty trick in the book, he's not going to fight you man to man. He'll throw all his followers at you first."
"Good, it's the only chance he's got to level the playing field."
"But you're severely outnumbered."
"Yeah, and they're going to be overconfident like all those bloodsuckers are. And that I'm gonna beat 'em, they keep underestimating me. Now you get out of here…don't worry, we'll see each other again. Just remember to make those changes in that movie of yours."

Mary gives a weak smile, she doesn't look convinced that she'll see you again, but she realizes you have to go. Actually you're not even sure you're getting out of this alive, but this is something that you have to do, win or lose. You leave Mary to head back upstairs, while she goes off through one of those passages she was talking about.

As you're heading up the twisting staircase, you run into Renfield, who was coming down to get you no doubt. His eyes widen in shock and he turns to run.

"MAST…" he begins to shout and you smash the back of his skull with one of the silver bars. You then turn him over.

"I'm not exactly sure what's correct way of killing you Ghouls so I'm not going to take any chances." You say placing your hands around his head and giving his neck a quick snap. He's still alive, but now unable to move.

"You'll never defeat the master!" he says defiantly.
"Yeah, yeah…" you say and shove your fist in his mouth to rip out his tongue. It takes some doing, but eventually you fish out the long slimy body part.
"I don't even want to think about where this has been." You say and throw it away.

As Renfield helplessly hisses at you, you plunge one of the silver bars through his chest. He begins to melt, he'd probably shriek if he could. When he quickly becomes nothing but bloody bones, you remove the skull and throw it into the wall where it shatters and take back your silver bar.

Renfield won't be coming back.

You finally reach the ground floor again and follow the sounds of the party. The guests have already heard about what you did earlier, and when you run into a few of them in the hallway they give you some problems. Fortunately they're a lot of flash and no substance. Three vampire guests attack and you quickly use your silver bar to smack them around. After knocking them all to the ground, you disable one by breaking his neck, while you're doing that, one of them attacks you from behind where upon you grab and flip him into a small table which splinters into pieces. He tries to get back up, but you kick him in the face, grab one of the table legs and shove it into his chest.

Your last would be attacker seeing what you've done runs off. You shake your head.

"Sheesh, what happened to the days when you bloodsuckers actually put up a good fight?" you say and shove another table leg into the chest of the vampire whose neck you just broke.

Your little rumble in the hallway has most definitely been heard, but the rest of your journey to the ballroom continues with no other interruptions. Upon your arrival, the rest of the guests just watch you. Dracula lounges on a fancy couch on the far side of the room while his followers to grovel over him, Jacob being the most fawning.

"So is Jacob going to be the next Renfield?" you shout which gets you his attention and a very hostile look from Jacob.
"Ah Wolf, you've arrived. Where is Renfield anyway, I sent him to fetch you. I do hope you didn't hurt him too badly." Dracula, says without even looking at you.
"I regret to inform you that your favorite jizz jar is no longer among the living or the undead. He's just plain dead."
"(Sigh) Ah well, it was bound to happen eventually, but still I will miss his…enthusiasm. But this is no time to morn past losses, tonight is a time of celebration! Jacob, a member of the Van Helsing family. The mortal enemies of vampires everywhere, and the source of the notorious Abraham Van Helsing, who nearly ended my life. A family of murderers, yet Jacob has abandoned his homicidal family tradition and become one of us, proving that even the most implacable of foes can one day become friends…and more." Dracula says giving Jacob a lecherous stare, but then finally looks over in your direction and his demeanor changes to that of anger as he points at you the whole time.
"But some foes always remain. These types are the OLD, the JEALOUS, the BITTER, and the HATEFUL that are so miserable with their own pathetic existence that they feel they must ruin other people's happiness to make themselves feel better. This…this ANIMAL that stands before us is attempting to do just that! He is the pinnacle example of everything that's wrong with his kind! The animals have always been jealous of us, and that will never change. Every now and then when a dog runs wild, it becomes necessary to slap it down and put it back in its place, but there are other times when it becomes rabid and needs to be destroyed. And that's what you are Wolf and rabid dog that's too stupid to know when to bow before your masters. Jacob, prove your love for me, destroy this animal."
"With pleasure." Jacob says to Dracula and steps towards you baring his fangs.

You fight offensively

You charge at Jacob with your silver bar, but you miss and he swiftly grabs it from you. You turn around and he smashes you in the face with it, knocking you to the ground. You attempt to get back up, but shoves the bar into your stomach with a great force, knocking the wind and fight completely out of you. You cough up blood as Jacob stands over you.

"Maybe my father failed to kill you, but I won't. Time to put you to sleep little doggy." Jacob says and then pulls out a pistol and shoots you in the head with silver bullets.