A/N: Truthfully I'm posting faster than I can write this, and I've been stuck somewhere around chapter 6 for a while...Things are getting pretty serious, I guess you could say, and hoping to all powers out there that I can get on track to writing this regularly. Cheers for reading this, and thank you TableThrower, for continuing to review all my stuff.

Chp 3: Behold Absolute Power

Highway 315

Aeon insisted that Demon and Brenda try to get along. However, he also insisted that it was done in the back of the Alfa Romeo. He did not wish to deal with two bickering fools at that moment.

Alucard didn't mind because he knew that Demon would be under control. He had recently purchased a shiny emerald to keep Demon busy if it got too crazy.

Brenda hardly noticed Demon. She was obsessed over the shield she found in the back of the Romeo. "Wow, where did you get this?" she asked. "It is amazingly crafted."

"It is a family heirloom on my mother's side," Alucard answered for her. "You might notice that Dracula has never given me anything at all."

Brenda rummaged around and also found a cloak that turned from black to red. "What's this?"

"My Twilight Cloak," he muttered. "The one thing my father gave to me. I forgot about it. Please don't intrude in my belongings."

Brenda hastily stuffed everything back in the suitcase. Demon floated lazily above her head. "Y'know, missy, you shouldn't be going through other people's stuff without permission. Maybe next time I'll poke you."

"Do that and I'll poke you with these," she countered, pulling out two of the Dynasty Daggers.

Demon looked half-surprised, half-amused. "Oh, a smart one, eh? We should be friends in the next day or two."

Brenda seemed satisfied with this. She and Demon started talking about the various rock formations in Utah and how much precious stones sell for and also about architecture.

Aeon was driving alone and feeling happy about it. Happy was a rare word that applied for him. Content would be a better synonym. He looked at the clock he kept on the dashboard. It was glowing blue, signaling that no threats were imminent or close. He was hoping that there would be peace on the way to California. That much displacement in the balanced forces showed that a great power was there: a Belmont. Aeon smiled slightly. It was amusing how people had thought the Belmonts had fallen, but they instead had just renounced power of the whip so they could use their secret existence as a weapon against Dracula if needed. That was when the Order of Ecclesia took command.

Ecclesia.

"How could I have not even thought of the organization!?" he cried aloud to himself. He immediately called Alucard's cell phone, even though it was against the law.

"Hello?" Alucard answered.

"Alucard, do you remember anything about Ecclesia?" Aeon asked.

"That was an organization of the church," Alucard muttered. "What about them?"

"We need to find them and figure out if they can help us in any way."

"What about Belmont?"

"I highly doubt he will come with us, even with the note I sent him. Ecclesia has the Dominus Glyph and the Sigma Glyph."

"Sigma?"

"A highly powerful glyph. Not as great as Dominus, but its powers are evil. It was sealed away. You, as someone highly sensitive to these evil powers, would have no wish to feel it."

"I see," Alucard muttered.

"What is it, boss?" Demon asked excitedly. "Some evil thing, yes, yes? Can I kill it? Can I bastardize it?"

"Is bastardize even a word?" Brenda asked.

"Demon, please shut up!" Alucard ordered Demon. "I'm sorry, Aeon, please repeat what you said."

"The last I've heard of Ecclesia was they were somewhere in Washington, north of California."

"What should we do?" he asked.

"Go up there, tell them the problem, and eliminate anything that stands in our way," Aeon replied. He hung up and put his cell phone back in his pocket.

Queens, New York

Will sat next to Kayla, looking at his weapon. "How exactly do I use this?" he wondered.

"I'm not that big an egghead," Leah started, "but I think you swing it. Just a little theory."

"I know that!" William replied indignantly. "What I'm saying is how will I practice with it? And also, how do I unlock any of its powers, if it has any."

"Hmm," Kayla muttered, looking at it deeply. "Well, it has a special spear tip: two points and a bat and angel wing on the sides. Maybe you need to use incantations to activate the magical powers."

'Or perhaps,' a new voice in William's head said, 'you just need to listen to what I have to say.'

"Who said that?" Will asked. "Inside my head?"

Leah and Kayla just looked at him strangely. "Said what?"

'Never mind them at the moment,' the voice said. 'It's your spear. I'm talking to you.'

"Huh?" Will tilted his head and looked at the spear again. "You can talk?"

"Who are you talking to?" Kayla asked, looking at Will as if he was going to bite her.

"The spear," Will said, holding it up. "It's talking to me."

'Oh, boy, we better get this straight,' the weapon said to Will. 'I'm a confined spirit inside the spear: Eric Lecarde. I've been trapped here after my encounter with Dracula. It's the Curse of the Hunt, which I was able to break free of briefly, and Death trapped me in here later afterwards.'

"How do I let you out?" Will asked, completely oblivious to the faces Kayla and Leah were making.

'Well, I don't know, but I do know this. I will be guiding you on how to use me. I am a tool for destruction until I can go off into the next life.'

"Hmm," Leah muttered. She muttered something under her breath in Latin and pointed two fingers at the spear. "Oh, no, we have a confined soul in there. I wish I could communicate with it…"

'A trapped soul?' the spear complained, outraged. 'Not just any trapped soul, but the great Eric Lecarde! You insolent berk!'

"What's a berk?" Will asked.

"An idiot in the British slang, why?" Leah asked.

"The spear just called you an insolent berk."

'She is! A fool! An idiot! An ass!'

"Shut up, spear."

'Eric!'

"Whatever."

After that small conversation they had, William put the Alucard Spear into a satchel that shrank the spear down, much to its complaint. Will cleared the hair out of his eyes and sat down. "Man, I'm so hungry."

"That's right, I got to make dinner!" Leah announced. She went into the kitchen to make something to eat.

"Are you still going to make that garlic bread?" Kayla asked.

"Of course."

Leah viewed Kayla, who was about two years younger, as a sister. The kind, sensible sister that you could always be nice to and things like that. And while she busied herself and her magic in making the meal, she wondered what would happen with Will. He seemed nice enough.

Once she was done, they all ate in silence. The Spear managed to get through the satchel and communicate with Will.

'I swear, one of these days, if I'm free, I'm going to get a large meal of food, eat it, and order another to go.'

'You know,' Will thought, 'you seem to know a lot about American slang. You sure you come from Romania?'

'Of course I've learned this new slang. I decided to adopt. Who in their right mind would let themselves just keep talking if they were as old as the hills?'

'You are, though.'

'Shut up.'

Will stopped eating and looked outside. "It's really overcast today. That won't be fun to deal with."

"I say we go practice with the practice dummy and then we start driving to wherever Vampire Killer might be," Kayla said, cracking her knuckles. "I need the practice."

"Will, just don't break the dummy with your spear, got it?" Leah told him sharply.

"Uh, okay," Will replied.