[The adrenaline, or something like it ran through him, as claws dug, blood spilling. There was roaring in his ears, roaring - cascading, drowning all over sounds, as he tasted his own blood in his mouth.

His reddened, glowing eyes, growing black from his pupils swallowing them up widened as the stake suddenly burst through the Vampire's chest. Dracula's eyes went wild, gouts of black blood sputtering from his mouth, almost foaming as his hands clutched his own chest in a futile attempt to pull the stake out.

With the claws out of his chest, Sherlock wrested the cleaver free, and rammed it into the vampire's face, and shoulders, and neck, over and over, even when there was no longer any resistance. His shoulders trembled, as reddened tears streaked down his face]