You sat on a rather comfortable seat within train cabin. While you had your bag of supplies by your leg, you still felt incredibly uneasy. It was clear that Dracula and your uncle didn't trust this Stroker guy, but why? And why didn't your uncle come with Draculaura instead? Why send you?

You looked over to the others. Robecca, Clawdeen, Celo, and Draculaura. The others stayed back to get things prepared for the crowning and to get Draculaura's things ready to move since you had to leave so quickly. You sighed and looked at your phone where one of those Vampire Queen movies was playing.

Unlike Draculaura, you had no experience with the Vampire Court. Well, any that didn't involve hunting one of the lords that decided to enslave an entire village of normies to use a livestock. Different story for a different time.

Clawdeen: This is very fancy. I can't say I hate it.

Robecca: What was it like to grow up in the Vanpire Courts?

Draculaura smiled as she sipped on a glass of tomato juice.

Draculaura: It was wonderful! The dresses, the dances, the music. It was all magical. When I was younger me and my best friend would sneak downstairs to watch the lords and ladies waltz.

You looked up at the painting that was hung on the wall. It seemed to depict one of these dances. It definitely did look like something straight out of a movie.

Clawdeen: Your best friend?

Draculaura: Elizabat. She was actually Stroker's niece.

Elizabat Stoker? You had heard that name before. She went missing a while ago and no one had seen or heard of her since.

Y/N: What happened to her?

Draculaura: Well, no one really knows. My dad was trying to help her get away from Stroker but she vanished a few days before we left Transylvania 400 years ago.

That sounded suspicious. Super suspicious. Stroker's niece vanishes the same time the search for the next Queen started? Sounds like something happened. Something that Stroker wanted to keep under wraps.

Was that why Dracula sent you? It would be obvious if he confronted Stroker. And if he sent your uncle then Stroker would never talk.

Y/N: Crap.

Robecca: You okay, Y/N?

You looked up and nodded.

Y/N: Yeah. Just, need some fresh air. I'll be back.

You turned off your movie and got up, taking your bag with you. You opened the carriage door and stepped out before closing it behind you. You leaned against the rail and let out a sigh, your breath being visbale from the cold of Transylvania.

Something about all of this was starting to seriously bother you. But, since when was your job to interfere with Vampire politics? This was way out of your league.

You looked up and noticed Stroker in the next cabin. You narrowed your eyes and decided to have a chat. You stepped across the cabins and opened the door, getting Stroker's attention.

Stroker: Ah, young Van Helsing. Did you need something?

You shrugged and walked over. He was reading a book with a glass of wine beside him. Tigor was nearby as well, cleaning a glass. You took a seat against the cabin wall.

Y/N: Just wanted to talk to you. I was thinking about some stuff that I feel you could fill in for me.

Stroker closed his book and smiled.

Stroker: Very well. What do you want to know?

Y/N: Well, you were put in charge in finding the new Vampire Queen, right?

Stroker: Yes. That is how I was able to find Draculaura.

Y/N: Right. But, that doesn't make sense.

Stroker raised a brow and looked over to Tigor.

Y/N: Draculaura was still with the Vampire Courts. Why didn't you find her sooner?

Stroker took a breath and you could already tell that he was trying to come up with an excuse.

Stroker: Well, you see, she has yet to unlock her Vampire abilities. The Vanpire's Heart probably didn't recognize her until she was older.

That didn't make any sense. She still didn't have her abilities. That couldn't be a valid reason.

Y/N: I see. Well, still, she told us about Elizabat. I'm sorry to hear about her disappearance.

Stroker: Hm? Oh, yes. It was truly a tragic affair. I miss her every day.

Y/N: I'm sure you do. Especially since you never found her, meaning you never looked....or she hid from you for a good reason.

Stroker narrowed his eyes at you while you kept a hand on your bag.

Y/N: So, which is it?

Stroker: I don't like what you are implying, child.

Y/N: Fine. I'll stop implying.

You leaned forward and locked eyes with the Vampire Lord infront of you.

Y/N: I know that you're the reason Elizabat is missing. And I know that you're planning something. Draculaura isn't really the next Vampire Queen, you're just using her to stay in power.

Stroker smiled. He then showed his fangs and lunged towards you. Reacting quickly, you kicked up the wooden table between the two of you and fired a bolt from your wrist. It flew straight through the wood but Stroker avoided it. He instead punched through the wood and grabbed the front of your jacket.

He pulled you through the table and slammed you against the wall, your feet dangling off the ground.

Stroker: I should've known a Helsing would cause problems. I'm sure Draculaura will be devastated when she learns that you fell off the train.

You straightened your arm and a knife slid out of your sleeve. You quickly stabbed into Stroker's arm, making him cry out and drop you. You slid behind him and started to run back to the others, only for you to be grabbed by your hood.

Stroker threw you across the cabin and into the bar, making you crash into the glass bottles and mirror. You hit the ground while Stroker pulled his coat off, his wound already healing.

Stroker: You really think a child could stand against a Vampire Lord?!

You rolled over and tried to crawl away, but the glass was cutting into your skin. Stroker leaped over the bar and picked you up. You tried to kick yourself free but he didn't let go. You clenched your fist and fired another bolt which landed right into his shoulder.

He simply looked at it before looking at you.

Stroker: Your tricks may work on lower vampires, but they won't work for me.

He then grabbed you with his other hand and carried you to the back of the cabin. He kicked open the door and held up off the side. You tried to call out to the others, but your voice couldn't carry across the wind and into the cabin. They were listening to music anyway.

Stroker: I am truly sorry for your tragic demise.

He then reached into your pocket and found your phone. He clenched it before he crushed it.

Stroker: I wonder how long it'll take for them to forget you.

Y/N: Y-You won't..get away with this.

Stroker smiled.

Stroker: You'll never know for sure.

Then, he let go. You swung your arms and legs as time seemed to slow down. The cloudy night sky, the smoke coming from the train, Stroker's smirk. Stroker watched as your body disappeared in the fog below. He straightened his tie before returning into the train cabin.

He closed the door and looked to Tigor who was shaking from witnessing such a horrible ordeal.

Stroker: Fetch me my change of clothes. I have to tell our "queen" of her friend's....accident.

Tigor nodded and hurried off to get more clothes for Stroker. He ran his hands along his hair before letting out a breath. He took a seat once again and opened his book once again.

But you weren't dead.

Rather, you were now laying on a pile of snow. In your hand was the Monster Mapalogue. The winds shifted and carried the snow all around. Having seen the bright light, a shadowed figure began to approach your body.

Your visionnwas getting darker, so you didn't see their face. You only heard their voice.

Abbey: We have to stop meeting this way. It is embarrassing for you.

Y/N: A-Abbey...

Abbey suddenly realized your current state and immediately panicked. She hurried over and picked up you, looking over your body.

Abbey: I'll fix you up. Like before.

You didn't respond. You were already unconscious from the bloodloss. So, Abbey hurried in carrying you to shelter.

???: Oscar, wake up. Let's go play.