What a shame His flesh is ripped open Blood splattered upon his coat Teeth marks left a hurtful sight into his ribs For these are the markings of a werewolf Two days is all you have to save yourself Till the strike of midnight Who's got an antidote? Dracula perhaps? The one who fears the beast the most Werewolves are just a death wish, waiting to happen Night clouds scatter quickly and reveal the light The clock ticks from 11:59 to 12 Van Helsing himself is immediately transformed He flies onto Dracula like a fierce bat Biting and ripping apart his aged shell Black blood gushes to the castle floor And Dracula is nothing but dust for the rest of eternity And Look! Van Helsing's love to the rescue with the cure Flinging onto the werewolf, she sticks the antidote into his stomach Though she was not careful enough... ...and was one of few that was killed by her own lover *still needs some work...i think, idk, lol*