Vlad continued laughing, a heavy sort of sound that rose in its manic intensity, bordering on but not quite becoming hysterical. He couldn't stop even if he wanted to, and for all he knew the sound fed off of itself and echoed within the dream; he couldn't tell anymore. Maybe it wasn't even him laughing, but the monster that knew its time to be free once more was close.
"I killed the last Van Helsing like this, in a dream," he hissed, the laughter already beginning to fade. "I murdered him with one of his own stakes, and I could taste his blood. Unfortunately his death did not quite translate into reality, but alas; he took care of that part for me." He couldn't deny the fact that he enjoyed Aiden's pain, watching him struggle and fight with valiant effort even though he had the upper hand. Digging his fingers into the soft flesh of his throat, Vlad sneered down at him, baring his teeth once more.
"If you value your life, you will leave the building as soon as you awaken and never come back - but you are a fool, driven by hatred and vengeance, so I expect you to continue your attempts to kill me." He brought his head up and down against the ground once more for good measure, feeling the effort required to continue through the pain. "But know this - Dracula had no allies. He was alone. I am not." With that, he pulled his head back, preparing to bite down and finish this in a spray of torn flesh and blood.