"Die, God’s dog!" Hyde roared.

Van Helsing stood, brushed his coat, and turned to the trembling Cardinal. "That’s the last of Jekyll’s mistake."

They didn’t shake hands. They just walked into the fog. The first night was a lie. They found a village of trembling farmers and a single, blood-drained corpse pinned to the church door. Van Helsing recognized the bite marks—not fangs, but claws . Something older.

"Well," he said to the Monster. "What do you say we find out who we are now?"

Dracula screamed. His body didn’t ash. It fractured , like glass, and the pieces blew away in a wind that smelled of old prayers.