It was one month after the incident in Lugosi Manor. The confrontation with the vampire left one long scar, stretching across Ellen's eyelid, a mark that the beast had been bested. Ellen had found a firm friend in Abe Barlow. If it had not been for him, she would be but another of the Count's prey. But it was her that drove the stake through the demon's heart, through the wall, and into the sunlight. All traces of the Count and Mr. Lee had vanished. If the Count was gone, his human puppet would vanish too. The memory of Mr. Lee seemed to disappear from the townsfolk, as did the child murders. The Lugosi Manor had been demolished, and Ellen watched joyfully from her house as the hive of evil was reduced to debris and rubble. And one sunny day, Abe invited Ellen to his home, with the promise of amazing news.

"Ah, Ellen my dear!" Abe smiled, waving towards any of the chairs to sit in. Abe poured two drinks of steaming tea, served in ornate little china cups. "Now, Ellen, I am sure you remember about me and my wife, Carmilla," he said, as Ellen nodded, sipping her tea. "Well, you remember the daughter we had? The one that ran away from home after she heard that her mother had been transformed into a vampire?" Abe fixed his large glasses onto his face and slicked back his silver hair. "Would you like to know who our daughter was?" Ellen smiled and replied "Of course!" Abe opened an album he had next to him on a table and pointed to a picture of a young woman, with brown hair, blue eyes, and a beautiful smile. It was Ellen's mother, a younger version.

Ellen slowly came to the realization. Abe smiled and said, "Ellen, your mother was our daughter. We named her Anne, and she left and changed her name to Margaret. And I assume she never told you of us. And you are my grandchild." Ellen could not manage words. She embraced her grandfather as did he. "Now, for other news. More sinister news. Wait here please," Abe said, walking to another room hidden behind a red door. He walked out with a book, titled 'Vampires of the World' He turned to the 'M' section and searched the name Murnau. The article read:

"Count Murnau:
Once a Romanian nobleman of great renown in the 1700s, Murnau became obsessed with power, grasping for control over all of Romania. Finally, in old age, he summoned a demon to grant him immortal life. However, it came with a hefty price. To live, Murnau had to suck the blood from his descendants, for the blood in their veins contained life essence that was derived from the Count himself. Originally, the Count stuck to that pattern, but through corruption, he became gluttonous and drank the blood of random peasants and his underlings. Soon, his underlings became suspicious of the Count's aversion to sunlight and religion, as well as the disappearances of many local children.

On a cold Decemeber night, the Count was exiled to America, and had many children, all of them dhampirs, or half human, half vampire hybrids. As generations went on, Murnau's descendants lost their immortality and vampiric qualities, and soon, he began to drink their blood in order to sustain himself. The vampire lost his humanlike appearance with age and corruption, turning into a vile, rat-like, bald demon with glowing red eyes and jagged fangs. As with all vampires, the more blood that Murnau consumes, the less weakened he is by the crucifix, the stake, and garlic, though he will always have a distinct weakness and aversion to the light of day. His current location is unknown. "

Ellen started to piece the information together. "So, Carmilla was a descendant of Murnau. And he was the one to kill her, but not before she had a baby. And then, Murnau bit my mother, Margaret, through Lee. And then, he tried to kill me. I am a descendant of Murnau." she said. Abe nodded with a sympathetic, rather sad smile. "Yes, Ellen. Murnau hunted down Carmilla to Locksville, and I had to kill her. Them, Murnau fled to some obscure retreat, to wait for Anne, or Margaret as you know her, to grow and have a child. That was around when he found Mr. Lee and enslaved him, the poor fellow. I was such an idiot that I didn't recognize my own daughter in the same town. It had been so many years! But then, he attacked my darling daughter Anne... and I never got to say goodbye"

"But Ellen, you stopped him. Now, no one else has to suffer the curse of Count Murnau." Those words were calming to Ellen. She and Abe had destroyed evil. But that was like taking a single drop away from an ocean of corruption. There were still vampires. There were still deaths caused by the scum of the earth. But that was for the next day. Today, she and Abe could rest. The two sat silently in their chairs, sipping their drinks, and reminiscing about times of past. And Ellen drifted into sleep, his eyes lulled down, and a smile on her face.

Her eyes slowly opened, the lights all off and the darkness still strong and firm. "Abe?" she said. Her eyesight was blurry, and Abe simply sat there. Soon, her hand snapped to the lamp, pulling down the switch. Abe sat there, as the light filled into Ellen's eyes. She focused on Abe, still unmoving. "Abe, this isn't funny," she said, trying to fake a laugh. She got up, her legs trembling. She put her fearful hand on Abe's shoulder and shook it. His head slowly rolled to the side, showing lifeless eyes, and two bleeding neck bites. Ellen screamed to terror, as she knocked over a lamp, shattering the bulb. It was dark now, but her vision could suddenly make out Abe's bloody, torn body, flesh dangling and bitten away.

Ellen put a hand over her gaping mouth and pushed herself away from the corpse. She looked around for a cellphone, only finding an old landline phones. She picked it up and started to dial,but someone had cut the wire. Ellen screamed and looked around frantically. From the door came a sudden and abrupt banging on the door, with the power of a grown burly man. She ran to the drawer and pulled out a chef's knife, firmly gripping the weapon, as perspiration ran down her forehead. Taking a deep and quivering breath, he ran to the door and flung it open, finding not a mountainous man with a weapon pointed her, or a demon ready to rip into her soul, but a small boy, with wholly black soulless eyes and a crooked smile with two bloody fangs. The boy was Leon Kivver, bitten by Margaret Morris and still roaming the streets for blood.

The vampire child flashed his fangs, cackling and screeching and moaning all at once, creating an uneasy feeling of all the sounds in Hell. From its fingers sprouted claws, slashing at Ellen. She took a quick look at Abe's body, still immobile. Good. Though he was dead and bitten by this vampire boy, all who were bitten arise after at least one day. Ellen raised the knife and brought it down, piercing the boy's chest, black ooze spraying everywhere. Ellen wiped it off, as Leon just stood, staring and laughing hysterically. It didn't blink. It didn't move. Ellen tried to pull the knife out, but the boy took the dagger out of his own torso, and charged at Ellen. The chef's knife was derived into Ellen's shoulder, piercing her to the wall.

Twenty minutes later, Officer Sturgeon arrived at 1922, Orlock Street, with two others behind him. Sturgeon walked in, and gasped at Abe's body, ripped and torn apart. He walked in further, as he ordered a call for an ambulance to arrive. He looked at the kitchen, finding a young boy, on the floor, with stab wounds and a stake driven through his heart. Beside the boy was Ellen, crying and panting, sweat and blood on her face. The second officer said, "Ma'am, put your hands behind your head," Ellen could not manage words, but shook her heads and tried to run away. Finally, she said, "They were vampires! The boy, he attacked me, he-" Officer Sturgeon locked away Ellen's hands in a pair of handcuffs. She was taken away in the police cars in silence and tears.

Ten days later, Ellen had been decided guilty by the jury. The people would never believe her, but the images of the red eyes, her vampiric mother, Count Murnau, and Leon Kivver would never escape her mind. Ellen sat in her cell. The city thought she killed Abe and Leon, and nothing would change that. Because even once evil is gone, it still leaves its stain on the world no matter what.