"Father!" A voice yells.

Dracula turns. I turn. Satra. The Assassin who put me here walks through the doors. She's Dracula's daughter? Huh! I'm glad she didn't kiss me. This is awkward. Also, I'm kind of dying in pain. But I let out a sigh of relief, because I know that Scarlet is here.

"To what do I owe this pleasure my princess of night and horror?" He asks.

"The boy you have, he's mine to kill." She says.

I just saved you! 

"Oh is that so?" He asks.

"Let me kill him." She says.

"You define your own King?" He asks.

" I do not think of you as a king, Father." She says.

I let out a breath. Then I see Scarlet jump down near me.

He grabs my hands. I look at him in surprise.

"You okay punk?" He asks.

"mm... be-" I start.

'Huh. I guess the thing is wearing off." Scarlet says.

"...Ye..." I mutter.

"Thank god." Scarlet says.

He looks at my chest. He puts his hand on my burns. I wince.

"What did he to do you?" Scarlet asks,

"Burn..." I mutter.

"You can tell me later." Scarlet takes out his stinger.

He starts trying to cut the chain. 

"Father, I want to ask you-" She starts.

"Dracula! She's distracting you!" A vampire yells.

Oh crap. 

"Shit." Scarlet says.

He spins around. Satra kicks him back. He transforms into smoke.

"Hurry up! We have to get out of here!" She yells.

Scarlet nods. I nod. He manages to break the chain. I fall to the ground. Scarlet grabs me. 

"Let's get out of here!" She yells.

I agree. Dracula charges. Scarlet shoots a web.

"Hang on punk!" He yells at me.