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Yami stepped out of the shadows. Deciding to save the surprise attack on Dracula for later, he looked down. However, he wasn't shocked at all. In fact, he seemed rather…calm, cool and collected.

It was part of Yami's nature. Even when he was faced with a challenge, he always managed to keep his wits about him.

Abraham Van Helsing lay on the floor. Yami bent down and gently picked his head up. He looked at him. His amethyst eyes held no emotion. Then Abraham opened his eyes a little. Yami seemed to smile a bit. Abraham had been playing dead the whole time.

But sadly, he was still on the brink of death. Yami looked into the famed vampire hunter's eyes, and remembered what Abraham had told him.

Arella...my daughter...please, Yami, my friend, take good care of her...

Meanwhile, Arella looked up at the clock. It was 9 o'clock already! Did time go that fast? Whoa!

So with that, she set her book aside and turned off her lamp.

Then after fluffing her pillow up a bit, she was soon asleep.

"Yami," he whispered faintly, "please… take my life and make it yours. You must pass on my legacy.

"And also," he continued, "please, make Arella yours. She needs someone to spend the rest of her life with."

Yami nodded. "I will, Abraham. Thanks for trusting me all these years."

Abraham allowed himself a smile as well.

Then, to Yami's bitter grief, with a smile and silence, he died, a gallant gentleman.

"Goodbye, my friend," Yami whispered.

Then he opened his mouth and sank his fangs into his neck. The vampire hunter's sweet blood flowed down his throat like the finest wine. It tasted just as Yami thought it would - like honey and nectar with just a small blend of sugar.

Yami had met Abraham one night in the year 1897. It was the most spectaular meeting in Abraham's life…

Flashback…

"Yami," said Abraham.

Yami lifted up his black fedora hat. His eyes glinted.

"Abraham," he replied, nodding in return.

The vampire hunter looked at the vampire, and smiled.

Then he bent down, and as Yami looked on, picked up a baby. The infant was very quiet. It had blankets wrapped around it, and it looked so healthy.

Yami's eyes softened at such…beauty…lying there. He smiled.

He loved children. And, often boys and girls would run up to him, often wishing to stay with him. Most of them had come from broken homes. Some had parents who drank too much. Some had abusive relatives.

But to them, Yami was seen as a father to all of them. He knew what they were like, and he wished to be a father himself.

"It's a girl," said Abraham. "Yami…"

Yami looked at him. "Yes, Abraham?"

"Would you… be the baby's godfather?"

Yami smiled and took the baby from Abraham. "Yes," he said.

He then looked down at the baby in his arms.

'So young,' he thought. 'So beautiful.'

Yami remembered Abraham had told him that the baby was Arella.

But he knew that now was not the right moment yet. He knew there was a bigger problem to solve…

Finally, when he drained the last drop, he licked the blood off around his mouth, got to his feet and whispered faintly,
"Farewell, my friend. May God take you to heaven."

He flicked his wrist, and Abraham's body disappeared.

Then, he looked up the long hallway, and smirked.

There he was… Dracula… standing there.

Yami's smirk grew wider.

"Brilliant," he purred. At that moment he knew exactly what he was going to do. He sensed Dracula's blood calling to him…

Then he remembered Arella. The green eyes. Those beautiful red lips he longed to place his mouth over. And…this made his smirk a little bit darker…he imagined embracing her as to never let her go again, reveling in letting his hands roam her curvaceous body without regretting a single moment of it.

Sha la la la
La la la la,
I'm goin' home.

Sha la la la
La la la la,
I'm goin' home.

"Don't worry, my Princess," he whispered to himself. "We will be together soon…I promise."

Then he walked briskly up the hallway, hoping to catch Dracula at the right time…