"Val?"
"Val, come on wa-"

...
"Please, wake up."
"Your hands are cold, Val. Stay alive, for goodness' sake."

Valkyrie blinked. "Val, you okay?" the boyish voice croaked. Her eyes started to focus, and she saw green curtains around the bed she was lying on. A hospital. Valkyrie grunted as she heaved herself upright and gasped at the sharp pain in her chest. A familiar blonde boy was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking concerned. "Fletcher?" she mumbled. Fletcher's eyes were red and had dark rings, as if he hadn't slept for days. "Where am I?" Valkyrie asked as her mind began to sharpen.

The blonde hugged her instinctively, and she yelped in both pain and shock. "Oh, sorry.. Um.. Uhh..yeah..your ribs...," Fletcher mumbled as he let go of her. Valkyrie shot him a quizzical glance. "What's wrong with my ribs?" she asked.
"Well, the doctors said it was... smashed into tiny bits and pieces. Not humane. They're running a surgery later," Fletcher shrugged.
"Not humane?"
"Yeah, they said it's a wonder you're even alive."
"What kind of doctors exactly?"

Fletcher hesitated. "Civillians," he said finally. Valkyrie snorted. Of course, she thought. A mage would just heal her right away. Clarabelle would heal her right away. Then something dawned in her mind. "How exactly," she asked,"did you find me in the first place?"
"Never mind that. Say, how's your brother?"
"Don't change the subject."
"When's his first birthday?"
"Fletcher, I swear-"
"Okay, okay! I kinda followed you."

Valkyrie narrowed her eyes. "You followed me?" "Yeah, you fought the vamp that hates you. What's his name? Dusk," Fletcher muttered, taking a sudden interest at the curtains. "Then why didn't you take me to Clarabelle!" Valkyrie screamed. "This is the only place I can think of at that time," Fletcher said defensively. "You must've seen him bit me!" she shrieked. Fletcher paled.
"B-b-bit you?"
"Yes, you moron!"
"B-b-b-but... Oh God..., ' Fletcher stammered.

Valkyrie held out her hand. "Clarabelle. Now." He took her hand and they vanished.

"This is the only thing I can do at this time," Clarabelle said, holding a vial containing a thick green ooze. Valkyrie's jaw dropped in disbelief. "What? S-so.." she stammered. Clarabelle sighed heavily. "So your bones are perfectly fine, there's no scar on your neck, but you're still... infected," Clarabelle said, half-hearted. "No. No way," Valkyrie shook her head, unwilling to accept it. "But," Clarabelle said quickly, " I've noticed somehow you're not a..umm.. proper vampire. You still shed at night, but in daylight you can use Elemental or Necromancy magic." "THAT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH!" Valkyrie screamed in rage. "Speaking of the night.." Clarabelle mumbled, looking out the window. It was dark and raining outside. Her eyes widened in fear. "Uh-oh..," she whispered to herself and turned.

Valkyrie clutched her stomach, her face as if contorting(spelling?) pain. Clarabelle stepped back. "Oh dear..." she muttered. With that Valkyrie ripped her skin, revealing a chalk-white creature inside it. The thing that used to be Valkyrie lunged at Clarabelle and killed her with one swipe of its claws. The poor doctor didn't even have time to scream. The vampire feasted on her blood, painting the walls bloodred. Then Fletcher appeared. "My first...Tasty," the creature hissed at the corpse and him, its voice like someone scratched a blackboard with nails. His eyes widened at the sight of the beast - no, Valkyrie- and he instinctively teleported outside the Hibernian Cinema. He needed to get help. Fletcher pondered about then found the answer. At least the first thing that came in mind when you're thinking of vampires. A solution he didn't like (and probably Val as well), not one bit. But he had no choice.

Caelan.

A/N :: Woot woot! This is not the best episode :s... Still, at least something from a blank mind...
I'm still thinking about how to get ol' Skul in here... hmm...

Do you know how freaking HARD it is to get an internet connection for someone who doesn't even have a computer? Ridiculously tiring! Yep, the one without the computer is yours truly. I can't go to internet cafes. The gambling machines in there freak me out. Why idid the stupid idiots install them, anyway? So, I let luck come to me. Apparently it was crawling, hence the late update. I got to use my mom's friend's Mac. Finally.
Oh yeah, and I have camp in another few days so I wouldn't be able to update any sooner than...let's see... a week at least? I'm trying to write this stuff as soon as I can! XDD Yeah...
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