It was time for the face off with Dracula.
I was armed with my whip, and I brought a bunch of tiny bottles of holy water.
Unfortunately, I never learned how to throw. I could whip shit, and I had the strength to hold a whip and dangle for hours, but when it came to throwing shit, I had a 15 MPH fastball that landed five feet away.
Dracula stopped the fight for a second so he could tell me all about his new plan. Which was somehow taking over the world with magic.
Instead of listening, I was whipping all the stuff in his throne room. I figured, fuck it, if I’m going to die, at least he’ll always remember who fucked up all his candlesticks.
Then it was time to fight.
What was weird is that he was easier to kill than Frankenstein. I was thinking that maybe Frankenstein should have been last. It felt anti-climactic, although I guess they were arranged by some other system besides fighting ability. Maybe who had the most money.
As he was dying, he warned me that he would be back in another hundred years. I wasn’t afraid. I’d be totally dead and in hell by then, or maybe heaven because I DID kill Dracula. But then again, he would just come back. Maybe 100 years in heaven, and then when he came back it would be hell.
As a Belmont, these adventures never really end.
The End…?