A/N: Just wanted to say that I would have had this chapter up already, but some things had came up as usual when there's the real world to enjoy. xP To answer one person's review here directly(ForeverA90'sKid) yes there is a way to turn into a vampire, and that will actually be explained in this chapter! It was actually inspired by you to be included, since I think it really should be explained to everyone. (: This chapter also brings into play the Dazvre(fake word for the vampire organization Victor runs), who are going to play a pretty intricate part in the direction I plan for this story. And while this chapter was just going to be 'filler' on the flight, it actually turned into a really pivotal chapter. How you guys enjoy! And thanks again for the reviews! Sorry I can't thank everyone personally this time, but do know that I read them all, and continue to be inspired by them(such as SideshowJazz inspiring the whole flight scene was just going to skip over that. xP) I really appreciate it, and you all rock for giving this idea the chance to grow into something that I now have a lot of fun writing. ^^


"What do you mean I'm not allowed to go on their flight? Why the bloody hell not?" Caleb asked, more than a little annoyed. Helga watched on, wishing she could calm him down, but knowing there wasn't much she could do at this point.

"Now, now. It's Victor's orders." A man with short curly red hair began to explain, dressed in his flight attendant uniform. He was actually one of the Dazvre, a member of an Order that worked under Victor. It took a very special vampire to work for the Dazvre. They were trusted, loyal, and kept order around the world where Victor couldn't be. They were also extremely talented, and had been blessed with the gift of sight from Victor to tell humans and vampires apart. "Full blooded vampires aren't allowed on flights that last longer than five hours. The flight to Switzerland is nine hours."

"But Helga's allowed to go on it still?" He pointed at her roughly, and the attendant studied her closely.

"Of course. Half-breeds are a different story. None have been known to be brutally dangerous. Less so when accompanied with their host. Even so, she shall be closely monitored by one of the Dazvre while on the fight. Now sir, I understand that you wished to board this flight, but you're just going to have to wait for the next one with the others," he nodded his head at Bob and Olga Pataki.

Caleb sighed, rubbing his temples. Noticing this, Helga stepped over and wrapped her arms around him, soothing him considerably. "It's only going to be for a few hours, and then we'll be together again."

"I know. That's not really what I'm worried about," he cast Arnold, who was reading a magazine, a furtive glance. Helga followed his eyes and rolled her own.

"Caleb you have nothing to worry about. Scouts honor." She crossed her heart for added affect.

He sighed. "That doesn't mean I won't. I hate feeling this way, but I just don't know how to stop it."

Helga stood on her toes and gave him a soft kiss on his lips. "I actually think it's cute that you're jealous."

"I'm not jealous of a human," he scoffed. She looked at him, disbelief etched on her face, and he turned his eyes away from her own. "Okay, okay fine. Maybe I'm a little jealous, but how can I not be? He gets to have you all to himself for eight hours, and I've hardly spent any time with you since your sixteenth."

She bit her lip. That was true, and she couldn't help feeling bad with him bringing it up. She looked into his grey eyes and could see the hurt that was in them. She reached up and touched his cheek. "I'm sorry. Tell you what. Why don't we hang out a bit more in Switzerland? We can treat it like a vacation for the two of us." This brought a smile to his face.

"That would be lovely, my dear." He gave her another lingering kiss, and she held onto him just a little bit tighter knowing she was going to miss him.

"Hey, Arnold! Helga!" Both of them turned their heads to see Gerald and Rhonda running towards them.

"Hey," Helga said, grinning big as she gave Rhonda a hug.

"Hey, guys!" Arnold said, doing the secret handshake with his best friend once he had caught up. "We were just about to board our flight."

"Glad I made it then. I can't believe you're actually getting to go to Switzerland! I'm not gonna lie and say it's a dream trip, but boy at least you get to see the world and all of that right?"

"Gerald, you know it's not a trip for pleasure. It's more…for business."

"Like you can't try to sneak in a little fun while you're there," Gerald wiggled his eyebrows and Arnold sighed.

"I also already told you it's not like that between us."

"Cause of grey beard over there?"

"Shh, he could have super hearing or something." Arnold said, glancing at Caleb. The vampire was too busy smiling at Helga to notice them talking. "Plus, he doesn't have a beard."

"Whatever man. I know regardless of what you say you like her. And it's not like their married yet, since then that'd be all sorts of wrong."

"It's wrong regardless Gerald. They're in love. That's why I'm breaking the bond." He cringed mentally as he said that line this time. It was like someone else was controlling his mouth. He believed the words true sure, but at the same time, it was like he wasn't sure if that was the true motive over why he was trying to break the bond or not. He couldn't make sense of his emotions behind it anymore.

Meanwhile Rhonda was clapping her hands like a schoolgirl. "Switzerland is one of the most fantastic vacation spots. I'm sure you'll have a swimmingly good time."

"I don't know. I haven't really been seeing this as a trip that's for fun…"

Rhonda gave her a knowing smile, but said nothing with the closeness of Caleb. "I'm sure you'll find a way to enjoy yourself, Helga. How could you not? You're going to meet Victor! One of the oldest and supreme leader of the vampire world."

"Well, when you say it like that…" A smile began to grow across Helga's face.

"But of course. I know you're going to learn tons of stuff. If you get the chance, you should ask him if he can help you get a handle on your vampire abilities."

"Okay, time to wrap it up. Are you guys getting on the flight or not? This is your last chance," the red headed flight attendant told them.

Saying their last goodbyes to their friends and family, the two blondes made their way onto their flight. Helga immediately began to feel worry seep into her heart. She had never once been out of the country. Heck, she barely even traversed her neighborhood except to the coffee shop and back. Needless to say, she was scared at having a giant tin can keeping them up in the air.

"Hey, Arnold…we sit next to each other right?"

"According to the tickets yeah…scared about flying?" He watched as she glanced around probably trying to get used to her surroundings. She gave him a quick glare.

"Of course not. Me scared? Please."

Arnold just shrugged, and they found their seats. The flight itself for the most part was uneventful except for a small bout of turbulence. Helga had gripped her chair hard, not daring to grab onto Arnold's arm for comfort. In just mere hours, they'd be trying to get rid of the bond. Her heart stung.

"Arnold?" She asked, after they'd been flying for about three hours. It had been relatively quiet between them for the flight, but there was something she truly wanted to know.

"Yeah?" he fought off a yawn. They had left late into the evening so that the vampires would be wide-awake. He, however, was growing tired as time went on.

"We can still be friends after it's all said and done…right?"

He looked surprised at the question, but she could feel as his emotions turned into hurt. "Of course we can. That is…if you want to be."

"I don't know, with a football headed shrimp like you?" She joked, but she could see the pain in his eyes as he misunderstood. "You know I wasn't serious right? I'd like to be friends."

"Oh, okay." He blushed. "Great, I mean, um, cool."

They enjoyed a comfortable silence for a moment, and it wasn't long after that sleep took Arnold into its clutches. Helga watched him mesmerized at all the different feelings she felt coming from him, most likely from whatever he was dreaming about. Curiosity got the better of her, and remembering what happened at his house when she had snuck in, she lifted her hand and hesitantly placed it on his cheek.

"Oh, Arnold," she said, in a near breathless voice, and blushed scarlet removing her hand from his face. She was sure she'd never speak a word about that dream, ever. She did her best to forget what she saw, but she couldn't help looking over at him and feel the blush renew all over again.

Once their flight had landed, Arnold and Helga collected their luggage, and began looking for a sign that had their names on it. As honored guests of Victor's, he was having one of the Dazvre pick them up.

A short and rotund man was holding a sign with their names on it. They glanced at each other.

"What are the chances of their being another pair of Arnold and Helga's arriving here?" Arnold asked.

"Slim to none, I'd suspect." She said, walking over to the man with the sign.

The man noticed their arrival and beamed a bright smile at them. "Oh, hello!" He said, his voice radiating happiness. "You two must be Arnold and Helga. Please allow me."

He proceeded to pick up their luggage and store it into the trunk of the limo he was standing next to. Once he was finished, he opened the back door, waited for them to step inside, and closed it once they had gotten in and were seated.

"I really do hope you enjoy your time in Switzerland!" The man beamed, closing his own door. He looked at them through his rearview mirror.

"Yeah, we'll try, um…what's your name exactly?" Helga asked.

"Please call me Jacob, I'm one of Victor's most loyal Dazvre's. I also happen to work in the capitol."

"The capitol?"

"Yes, Mr. Thyme lives in a castle in the center of the city. All other vampire homes in the area are referred to as the capitol. It's like a vampire sanctuary. I usually keep watch to make sure everything is safe and secure. Switzerland is a neutral country, and so we strive to be neutral here as well. This also means we have to find other ways to satisfy our hunger around here." He studied them in his rearview mirror. "Not that it seems either of you have to worry about that. You might be able to gain entry fairly quickly." At their puzzled glances he explained. "You see, there's a background check you have to go through to make sure you're on the up and up, but it never takes long since we're all sighted in the Dazvre."

"That sounds like it'll be a barrel of fun," Helga said, and Jacob chuckled.

"It's not that bad…as long as it's not a newborn." He looked wary suddenly. "We just had an incident earlier today with one. Be glad you missed out on that."

"Newborn?"

"Oh, you know one who has just entered into the vampire world. We refer to them as newborns," he chuckled.

"How does one become a vampire?" Arnold asked.

"It's tricky. One has to be on the verge of death to become a vampire. It has to be when the heart is weak and frail. Once that happens it's easier for the body to adjust to the changes. It also makes them less likely to act out once the change is finished since they'll still be weak. Full-blooded vampires have venom they can eject into the blood stream. That venom is what converts a human into a vampire. Newborns tend to have a hard time not ejecting venom into humans, not being used to knowing how to 'eat', and while it's normally harmless, trying or not, there have been a few occasions when the venom has been powerful enough to convert a human that was healthy. It's illegal to do that though, and the penalty for converting a healthy human is death. Newborns…tend to rampage, especially healthy ones. They become a danger to society. To lower that outcome, Mr. Thyme issued the law around the turn of the 20th century."

"I…never knew that." Helga whispered, feeling a chill run through her. Arnold glanced over at her and wondered just what it was she was thinking about.

"Oh, there's no need for you to worry. Half-breeds lack venom in them. The chances of you doing that to anyone are near nonexistent. Even if you were fully trying."

The rest of the way they drove in silence. Arnold kept sneaking glances at Helga, but she still had a solemn expression on her face. They eventually pulled into what appeared to be a courtyard. Cobblestone gravel became the roads, and you could see people hard at work outside taking care of various tasks such as the wash and what appeared to be cooking. Arnold found that hard to believe.

"This is what's considered the capitol. Pretty much anyone you see is a full-blooded vampire. You should be okay Arnold, but you might want to watch your back just in case. It's always dangerous to be around a vampire no matter if they seem friendly."

"O-oh okay," this time, Arnold felt his blood run cold. It was like now whenever a vampire would look over at their limo, he felt like they were thinking of sinking their teeth into him.

The roads soon became more modern, and then the largest building the two of them had ever seen began to appear. It was made out of stone, and looked like something from a medieval picture. The doors were made out of wood and the windows looked to be made of stain glass. There was no moat however, something that disappointed Arnold. With everything else, he had expected to see one.

"In case you guys didn't know, that's Mr. Thyme's castle."

They pulled up in front of the building, and Jacob got out of the car and let them out. "Try to be as respectful as you can. It's rare for Mr. Thyme to take requests such as these. Show him you truly are deserving."

The large wooden door opened. Two vampires with silver hair pulled back into ponytails came out wearing black robes with an oriental design made of gold and red coating the bottom. Their arms were inside of the large sleeves and they walked with elegance. Arnold began to feel awkward in his jeans and sweater. From behind them another gentleman appeared. His hair was also silver, but it was shorter than the other two vampire's hair. He was a bit less rotund than Jacob, taller too, and his eyes were closed. Regardless, he walked with purpose, as though he knew exactly where he was going. Nobody helped him as he walked down the stairs, and Arnold couldn't help but be in awe at watching him.

"Greetings," the vampire said, his eyes still shut as he stood before them. "My name is Victor Thyme. You must be Arnold and Helga. The pleasure is all mine."

"H-hello," Arnold said feeling out of place. He was becoming a nervous wreak.

"Good day to you sir," Helga said, bowing slightly. Arnold was slightly jealous of her composure. He couldn't help but find her stunning in the white dress and cloak she was wearing. The same outfit she wore when she had went over his house that one time. "Thank you for allowing us to visit you today."

"Ho, ho, ho. There's no need for such casualties. Feel free to speak as you would at home."

Victor opened his eyes, and Arnold did his best to hold back as gasp. The vampire's eyes were pupil-less, an endless void of silver. Arnold was sure he had never seen eyes like that before. He had heard people say 'eyes that looked straight into my soul', but until now he had never had such an experience personally. It was as if Victor saw all of him, every thought, every feeling, everything that made him who he was. He shivered.

"Now won't you please follow me inside and explain to me just what it is I can do for the two of you."


A/N: What did Helga see in Arnold's dream? I'm not going to say quite yet. I might use it later in the story. Also I had fun thinking up Victor's character. I didn't want to make him boring, and I think the way he turned out is quite interesting. Next chapter will most likely explain how the bond will be broken exactly. Will they actually go through with it? Will Caleb make sure it happens, to destroy all chance of the two of them being together in the future? (sorry FlyingMintBunny03 if it turns out that way) Will Arnold be okay in an almost all vampire society? All of these questions(and more...maybe) will be answered in the next chapter!