Fortunately, Dracula can move fast too and he manages to grab onto the lightsaber, halting it's path while it is embedded in his stomach. He lets out a hissing keen of agony, but his grip is like steel. He glares, his eyes burning red, even as the vampiric gore of his body drips and bubbles on the lightsaber.

"You stupid fool," Dracula snarls, knocking the lightsaber away with an angry blow. "I should rip your head from your shoulders."