Two Face makes his Move against Dracula. Never make the King of Undead Mad... not a good Idea

To say that Dracula was angry was the understatement of the century. The animal in him had not taken control of his actions, but it was clearly an encouragement for him. That the mortals challenged him was not even the problem. It was much more the fact that they had made him lose his Mina. He might have found her again if he hadn't been distracted by their attacks. Now he stood there staring at the men and women who threw away their rocket launchers and pulled assault rifles. They stared at him stunned and then opened fire on him. But Dracula was not in the mood for his usual games. He tore a piece of the road out of the ground and just threw it at his enemies. 2 of the 10 people were unable to evade and were simply crushed by the piece of concrete. The others jumped to the side and started to open fire on him. However, none of them managed to hit Dracula even once. In full possession of his powers and without the usual restraint he had turned into a walking shredder that seemed to be everywhere and nowhere. This pack was worth neither his mercy nor his restraint. As he dropped the last body to the ground, his blood was still boiling violently but he was just about to calm down as something tore his arm off his shoulder. The impact energy also threw him to the ground as he felt projectiles tearing his body into pieces. When the fire had stopped, there was not much more of Dracula left than a bloody mass roughly reminiscent of a human body.

"Was that all?" Dracula's voice sounded threatening as the surrounding blood mixed with its remains to form a mushy mass of blood and flesh.

"BOYS! FIRE!" grinned Two Face and gave his people a hand signal. The 2 pickups with their heavy caliber 50 machine guns reopened the fire and sent a stream of all shredding bullets into the mass. But it showed no effect. The mass continued to increase in size and simply absorbed the projectiles. After a few minutes of firing the two guns fell silent because they had run out of ammunition. It only took a moment for Dracula to regain its shape and become completely new. His fine suit and red coat had disappeared and had been replaced by medieval armour. In his right hand he carried a European long sword. A long black coat blew in the wind and framed his body. Even the orange glasses were no longer visible in his face. All in all he now looked like a mystical figure from old legends.

"Nice knife Dracula. You know, we and my boys are wondering if you can take more than your bitches." Laughed Two Face and snapped his fingers. With screeching tires 3 transporters flew around the corner and opened the doors. More than 30 men jumped out of the vehicles and pointed their weapons at Dracula. When the people were out of the vehicles, the drivers put 3 Gattling Guns in position and let the barrels rotate.

Dracula seemed unimpressed by the spectacle in front of him and shrugged his shoulders.

"You come to me just in time worm. My blood is still boiling hot in my veins and you..." he hissed furiously while Two Face pointed a gun at him.

In his arrogance and anger, Dracula didn't even think about dodging the shot. But this bullet was different. It burned in his shoulder like fire and his healing powers had trouble closing the wound. He was furious, opened his eyes and hissed grimly.

"SILVER! You dare to attack me with silver" Dracula shouted now and his hatred broke all the dams again.

Like a wild animal he ran off and swung the sword angrily in front of his chest. But the hail of bullets that awaited him forced him into cover for the first time in centuries. The bullets that hit him like a steel wall were also all silver. Especially the 3 Gattling Guns were a terribly effective defense against the monster. Dracula had been hiding behind a car and was crouching confused behind his temporary protection. His wounds steamed in his body as his flesh fought against the silver. The enemy fire forced him into cover, but it wasn't particularly stable. Dracula hissed furiously and in pain as he ran. The animal in him became much stronger now that he had to take serious wounds. However, his opponents were still humans. If they could not see him they were unable to attack him. And so he stormed off. For the humans it was nothing more than a vapour trail and yet the Gattling Guns managed to take him under fire. The sinister cadence of the multi-barrelled weapons were able to summon enough firepower to hit him at that pace.

Biting his teeth together, Dracula ignored the pain and jumped on one of the enemies. But before he could grab him, he was overcome by a nausea that drove him back. Only now did he recognize the garlic chains around the enemies' necks. His opponent had all his weaknesses against him. The short phase of pausing was enough for his enemies to take him under fire again. Dracula retreated again and found cover on the opposite side of the vehicles. So he was at least safe from the heavy weapons.

"What is the loose Dracula? Enough already? "laughed Two Face. "You look a little green around the nose."

And that was the final mistake of Two Face. Everyone in the street heard an angry scream that just didn't want to end. With Dracula now all fuses were shot through.

Pain was one thing.

To lose his wife only a short-term setback.

To be humiliated... was unacceptable.

The scream turned into a wild demonic howl shortly afterwards. While the weapons remained silent and all attackers waited spellbound what would come now they saw how a gigantic dog-like being of dark energy and blood came around the corner. The creature had several eyes all over its body and several rows of teeth.

"Boss...do you see that too?" one of the goons asked and immediately caught a blow from him.

"Don't be silly! Shoot! FIRE! FIRE!!!" screamed Two Face in panic. The creature ran right through the enemy fire and didn't slow down even under the heaviest fire. When he opened his mouth one could see Dracula's face that had become a grimace of hatred and anger.

And this sight silenced the weapons. Even the bravest of them was speechless and just let it happen that the dog of Baskerville tore his first victims. The hellish beast raged like a storm of claws and teeth among his men and Two Face watched stunned as his great plan failed in the power of Dracula.

"Head we run... pay we fight." He said to himself as he looked at the coin. But the other half of him yelled at himself. "Honestly? Are you crazy? Head! Get away from here! Away! .... do we agree once?" said Two Face as he ran off.

Two Face ran so fast his feet carried him while he heard behind him how all his men were torn to pieces.