Ellen was ready to put an end to this evil. In her pocket were two garlic bulbs and around her neck was a necklace, a crucifix dangling down for safety. In her other pocket was a pocket mirror, for the vampire's reflection does not show in mirrors. She had a holster strapped around her waist, a gun with one dozen silver bullets loaded. And in her hand, there was a aspen stake, sharpened and ready to stab. She walked up to the Lugosi Manor, as five in the morning struck on the cuckoo-clock. She walked boldly past the weeds and up the rotting stairs. With one knock on the door, it swung open, creaking and moldy. And the house felt unholy, as if Ellen was being followed, but every he turned to look for anyone, no one was there, only a creepy shadowy figure in her peripheral vision.

Ellen could hear footsteps creaking through the house, even when she was perfectly still. Someone else was in the house. An unearthly cackle echoed throughout the Manor. The entire building was like some labyrinthine maze, twisting and turning, two many twists to be logically possible, so many corners and lengthy hallways that disappeared when you went back. Even the house was against her. And there he was: Mr. Lee, standing so creepily at the end of one long hallway, at least fifty feet long ending in a dead end. Her stake raised, Ellen charged at Lee, but the hallway, got longer and longer and longer and longer and longer. She pulled out a mirror, facing it towards Lee.

But, there was a reflection. Lee was reflecting. The mirror couldn't be broken at all, that wouldn't make sense. The truth was that Lee was never a vampire. Lee was only the human servant to a much larger, looming threat that was probably watching her right now. Ellen's eyes filled with rage. No more tears, no more screams. She pulled out the gun with loaded silver bullets. She couldn't catch up to Lee, but the bullet might. With one cock of the gun, she pulled the trigger. The bullet soared out, faster than the hallway could elongate. For the first time, Ellen saw fear on Lee's face. Blood splattered, as the hallway was reduced to it's original length. With one uncaring look, Ellen left Lee there, dead and on the ground.

On her neck, she could feel deep breaths up and down. The sounds around her, as if some nightmarish symphony of squelching screams and ungodly echoes. She walked up the stairway, looking around at the two-story building. And then, she found another staircase that lead to a third story, even though the Lugosi Manor was only two stories. Ellen raised an eyebrow and stepped up a staircase to the fourth floor. And then the fifth. Sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth. Someone, or something didn't want her finding it. Soon, a strange fungus started to drip from the ceiling. And then, the walls turned into some diseased fleshy substance. Rats and serpents began to flood from every crack in the house. Ellen started to stomp down any rats that started to chew or any snake that started to bite. For ten minutes she endured this, exhaustion filling her lungs when finally, she came to the final floor. And there it was.

The final floor was an empty attic, covered in cobwebs, crawling with spiders and coated in moss and mushrooms. And in the middle of the room sat a large box. With a newfound courage, Ellen reached and pulled open the box, as a strong earthy smell was unleashed. She gasped. This man, this monster was the true vampire, using Lee as a marionette to carry out his actions. Its ears were batlike and pointed, tufts of hair coming from each. His head was bald, with a few stray gray hairs, shrivelled and old. Its eyes were closed, with heavy sagging bags. The nose was crooked and pointed, and his mouth was gaping, exposing two bloody fangs, broken and cracked by age. This was it. She raised the stake above her head, and- Suddenly, his eyes opened, those glowing crimson bloody eyes, no white at all in their burning intensity. It growled, showing more rotten fangs rearranged and jagged by time and erosion.

So this was the beast of a man that killed Jackson, that murdered Ellen's own mother, that had tortured her specifically for all of this time. This rat like vampire transformed into a ugly bat with a shrivelled nose and thin fangs, swoopingat her. Ellen did not show fear, for she brandished the crucifix as quickly as she could. The bat only cackled, as a deep scratchy voice boomed, "Your foolish tools can do nothing against me! Try, try to repel me with your garlic, shoot me down with silver, brandish that crucifix at me, my power shall overcome them!" The bat swooped down to slice Ellen in the face. Onec she saw the upcoming talons, Ellen dodged, but not without slash marks. She fell to the ground, putting her hand to her face, looking at the blood.

The bat disappeared into a cloud of red smoke, and came out as the awful vampire. Its arms were held out, and his hairy hands gripped Ellem by the arms, its mouth gaping to lick up the blood bleeding from Ellen's wounds. Ellen struggled to free herself, gripping her aspen stake. She pulled it out and launched it into the vampire's stomach. It coughed up blood as it stumbled back, black ooze bleeding from its wound. The vampire looked at Ellen with such contempt, its red eyes furiously glowing brighter with each second she lived. As its eyes brightened, spiders dropped from the ceilings starting to crawl all over Ellen, as serpents with fangs exposed slithered from the cracks in the walls. Ants and centipedes started to creep up Ellen's legs.

Ellen started to breath deeply, panicking and afraid. She began to brush off any creeping insect she could find. She dodged the spiders swiftly, punting the snakes out of the way. With one swoop, she picked up a snake, hissing in fury, and threw it at the vampire. Its fangs wide open, the serpent started to chew down the vampire's eye, as a teary red substance emerged from the vampire's pupils. The vampire payed it no mind, taking the serpent by the neck and squeezing the life out of it. Once it was but a corpse, the vampire shoved the snake in its fanged mouth, swallowing the creature with ease, an unsatisfying slurp coming from its pale lips.

Ellen's power was draining. Her face was covered in bites and cuts, as was her legs. Her weapons could do nothing to a vampire of this one's power. But it was not undefeatable. Sunlight seemed to be it's one fatal flaw. Soon, the vampire swept towards Ellen, taking her by the neck, and gripping it tighter than the average man's strength. Ellen's face turned blue. Ellen was dying. Ellen closed her eyes. It would be easier that way. She accepted death, embraced it. And suddenly, a voice was heard. "Put her down, Murnau." The vampire turned its head eerily and dropped Ellen to the ground. "Abe... I haven't seen you for years." Abe Barlow stood behind the two, holding a gun and aiming straight at the vampire's eye.

"Fool! You dare cross I once more? I have murdered your lady love, fool. I am older and more powerful now. I can destroy this entire damned town if need be. Now, I will kill you and rid the world of a nuisance like you." the vampire snarled, holding out two claws, ready to kill. "Carmilla was my wife, you bastard," Abe replied. "And I'm going to rid the world of an even bigger nuisance," Abe shot the gun, hitting the vampire in the eye. It stumbled back, hitting the wall. "Finish him off, Ellen," Abe said. Ellen raised her stake and charged like a bull, driving it through the vampire's body. It moaned in pain and agony, the blazing scarlet eyes becoming the most unendurable of all. The rotten state of the Lugosi Manor had come back to haunt the vampire now. The vampire was stabbed with such force that he broke the wall and fell down, down onto the weed infested front lawn of the Manor. "No, please, no!", the vampire pleaded.

The vampire started to fade away, its skin turning into a deep gray color, then flaking away, its dust flowing in the wind. A geyser of black oozing blood spurting from its chest, as bugs crawled from the ashes. You could hear his dying words echoing throughout, "You have bested one vampire. You shall not defeat the others" And then, all traces of the Count Murnau vanished in the sunlight.