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Showing The Master My World!
"Okay you guys!" My voice was carried up to the rafters that five of the Dwergi were currently on. "Swing that just to the left!"
They grunted in reply as the man-made (actually woman-made) scaffold was swung just to the left and hug the wall between the two platforms. When they began working on the adjustments I started to examine the view from below.
As I promised, the remodeling of Master's lab was going on its second week. Course, the Count himself was a little peeved at his personal work space was being re-modeled, but once I explained the layout of how I was going to make things better, he seemed to relax some. More like intrigued that I happened to 'hold such knowledge for a woman such as I.' He's so poetic.
Even Ranfield was amazed at me for understanding the works of how a power box can be used properly when the right wires were in place. Ya right! I'm sure even a fifth-grader would know about that! Anyway, back to the subject of giving Castle Dracula an overhaul… Ya, that's going along just grand.
"No! No! Stop! Stop!" I waved off a few Dwergi that was trying to move around the new Backup Generator Ranfield had ordered. "That – gets replaced with the old one you guys have buried into this thing!" I pointed to the pillar in the center of the room. "Once that prehistoric crap is gone, this one gets to be hooked up correctly this time! I'll go over the directions with ya once that old one is dug out! Hey! I said to chisel the new holes for the wires, not blow them and the walls apart with those sticks of TNT! Uuagh! Why do we even have explosives anyway?"
With all the loud sounds of hammers, saws, and welding tools, I'm glad I was able to suppress a headache. Luckily I had my mp3 hooked up in my pocket and the ear-phones stuck in my ears as I listened to Maroon's 5 Misery.
Oh ya. In the second week my stuff finally showed up. Hearing this I wanted to go back pronto. But since I couldn't go back through the previous mirror, Dracula only smiled at me and said he could teleport us back. Now why didn't Ranfield remember he had that power? Oh well, as long as I was getting all my things back; in large crates that stood just outside of Castle Frankenstein.
The Dwergi carried the smaller bags to my room while I insisted in carrying the big crates, knowing full well what it contained. I was too happy to care that the so-called Prince of Romania was watching from across the street. He only sent a silent glare at me which I readily returned it. He only grinned at me in reply but I only stuck my chin up high at him and turned to leave with the rest of my things.
I didn't care what that prick thought of me, I was grateful to have all of my black clothes and such. I told Ranfield that he didn't have to help but he insisted. Whatever. I had already broken into the wooden crate and was now putting stuff into specific spots around the room. Including my red oak dresser (which I'm surprised it arrived in one piece) along with my old 1940's Zenith radio.
After unpacking, Ranfield noticed I was now tearing apart the bed as I set up four long bamboo polls in its place.
"May I ask as to why you are demolishing your bed?" He asked in a slight confused tone.
"Because," I said as I revealed a tall box with a hammock kit inside, "I don't like mattresses."
"Really? You've never complained about it before," He watched as I hammered to polls in the right place, for they were just long enough to hold between the stone wall and ceiling.
"There wasn't really any use for me to complain because there was too much going on during the time," I said as I pounded in the last two. It looked like a four post bed, but without the bed part. "And I didn't have any of the materials for a usual hammock. But now I have my hammock again, I can get rid of the mattress."
"So – am I to understand that – you don't like beds?" He asked delicately, like he was afraid I would bit him.
"Not really," I shrugged as I opened the box and pulled out the net-like structure, "Had a bad experience with one at a slumber party. Everyone got drunk except for me, and I was the one buried under after they passed out on the only mattress in the whole room."
I could see he was trying to fight a chuckle, but I didn't care. He could laugh if he wants too; actually it was rather funny at first, but I never felt comfortable in a normal bed again. It made me feel ill and somewhat claustrophobic to be in one. A hammock was the only solution. I was just thankful Dracula wasn't overhearing and said he'd wait for us to return.
Anyway, after that we went back to Castle Dracula to finish the touches on the re-modeling of the place.
I, having the job of sweeping the place with a huge broom, and the Dwergi doing all they could with following my instructions for installing the new Backup Generator.
My vampire half turned out to be better than I thought when it came to cleaning each hallway. Super speed to sweep up the dirt and shit, while my super strength took out loose chunks of ice, stone, and other junk that I tossed over the side and into the abyssal depths surrounding the castle.
Next was the ceiling. Perfect. I was glad to walk on walls, but the sticky crap and such hanging from the stony ceiling made me want to puke! I mean what the hell Dracula could be doing by dangling, whatever it was, up here and just leave it to rot! Gross! Worse sight ever next to the boys collage locker room! Don't ask me how I know this.
It took me the whole two weeks for this place to even start to look promising again; whichever century that was. Wires were hooked and hanging safely above the floors as lights were installed for almost every room in the main part of the castle. Books and other papers were piled in one room for Dracula to look over and even the Werewolf did a job when it came to pushing over a few giant rocks off the stony bridge that the Dwergi were almost finish repairing. All in all; I was beat.
But it wasn't without its rewards. All the hard work I did finally paid off when I was asked personally by The Master to throw the switches. Once I did the main hallways and such lit up with light bulbs and such. They had to be the darker shade of bulbs because he hated the brightness from normal florescent lighting. That didn't bother me because I too don't like really bright lights either. I even suggested coloring some of the bulbs blues and violets, but he said that would look too ridiculous around his castle. Oh well.
But I could see the satisfaction in his own luminescent blue eyes as the place sparked up without any fires being started and no explosions from overdose of power.
"Well done, darling." He said as he walked around his now clean and a bit more organized lab. Even one of the tables had been stripped of its usual holdings; or what I found was more like a strap table and I designed it into a normal one. "Though this new change will take time for me to overcome, I am certain to adapt easily – as I have done countless of times over the years."
"Ya, okay," I rolled my eyes and approached the pillar, "But you should know that the lights aren't the only adjustments that I made to the MCP."
"MCP?" The Count looked at me oddly.
"Main Control Pillar. It's what I decided to call it. MCP just makes it easier to say." I said and turned a lever and started to turn on a few switches. "I – added a radio and had three of those speakers installed at three sides of the tower here." I said and pointed out the speakers, mounted on wooden pedestals just above the second row of walkways.
"A radio?" He said sounding not too pleased about it.
"Ya! I think you might like it." I smiled in encouragement, like that would help but his glare told me otherwise. Before he said more, I turned the nob and raised the volume. The speakers soon came alive with the sound of Beethoven's Fur Elise on piano. "I picked a station you might like. It holds the weather and news channels too."
"Really?" He asked and approached me in his calm demeanor. "And what makes you think I'll have any use for this radio?"
"Well, seeing as how the MCP's power has been boosted with the new generator, I found a use for all those wires up top." I pointed up to the tower's opening. "I made sure they were electrical safe too incase we get any thunderstorms. That way the power of any lightning attacks, those wires there will direct that power to the generator and safely store that power without blowing anything up."
"Impressive," Dracula said, yet he still sounded only half satisfied, "I wasn't aware you held such knowledge on electricity."
"What part of college student don't you guys get?" I glared in annoyance yet he returned my glare with a casual smile.
"Never the less, I have yet to see your full extent as a Dampire," He said as he made his way to one of the tables, "You hold such promise inside you, and it is time to exploit it. Starting with the limits of your mind."
I swallowed thickly, for I didn't tell him yet on what I have discovered what I can do with my mind. I guess now's a better time than ever. "Um – funny how you mention that now…"
"You have discovered something of yourself already?" His blue gaze brightened at me curiously.
"Ya – well, it was when I told you about that Inventor Guy that came here." I said and I saw how his eyes narrowed slightly. Yes. He was unhappy about a new visitor to the village, but I said I didn't find anything on him that was threatening. "Anyway, I had a – I don't know for sure, but I think I could hear his voice speak to me through his mind. But when I tried to read more, he kinda – blocked me at one point."
"Blocked you?" He raised a pail hand to his chin and rubbed it slowly in thought. "It is supposed to be impossible for a half-vampire to read minds, but since you've obtained your power from only myself – it is possible your mind to have grown a small trace of telepathy. But – is your mind strong enough to penetrate and force another's will to bend?"
"I – don't know." I said, a little uncomfortable about it.
"Then this is a perfect time to test it." He said and took my hand and turned to face his other servant. "Ranfield. Watch over the lab while we are away. We shall return shortly."
"Yes Master," Ranfield bowed his head as we evaporated back to Castle Frankenstein. It was a few hours before sunrise, but there were plenty of overcast clouds that I hardly noticed as I followed the Count to a second floor stone balcony.
"Do you see that man?" Dracula pointed to a villager that was currently chopping wood from across the moat. "See if you can penetrate his mind from here."
I stared from the man then at the Count in worry. I've never been an expert on mind readings, but this forcing one's will on another has me rather uncomfortable. Sensing my discomfort, Dracula just squeezed my shoulder in reassurance.
"Fear not. Remember that fear will make you weak. Think of what makes you strong and use it to shatter the defenses of that villager's mind." He instructed. Nodding, I take a deep breath and focused my gaze upon the local.
My jaw clenched tightly as I concentrated like before on Van Helsing, but making sure as not to think of his name with Dracula around. I felt like my mind was stretching a bit, maybe from the distance, but I didn't let up as I focused on entering his head. My gaze remained un-blinked as my irises began to burn from the force I was putting them through. How do telepaths do this without a massive brain pain?
The villager below was starting to show signs of my influence as he froze at one point and stared at the wall if his house in silent wonder. I was starting to see images of his life when he suddenly shook his head, like a dog would after being scratched behind the ear, stopping my intrusion. I held my head in my hands as the pounding started to grow, to my displeasure.
"So – you do hold some traits of telepathy after all, but still undeveloped." He said as he noted the strains on my face. "I shall aid you in developing this skill, but not now. There is still work to be done at my castle."
"Ugh – and here I thought what I did at the college in Maine was stressful," I moaned and sat on the edge, letting my feet dangle as my headache slowly cleared.
"And what may I ask; did you do at this college?" The old vampire asked me coolly.
I stayed silent for a moment before I notice that Prince Devon was packing his horse with stuff. A bottle sticking out of his sack caught my eye. Something that says Super Glue? Now what does the young Lord want with super glue for?
"I asked you a question, my servant," Dracula scorned me with a hard tone, "I expect an answer."
"Hu? Oh, sorry. I was just thinking," I said not taking my eyes off the bottle, or how that Devon went back inside with his two bodyguards.
"Pray tell what has you so distracted?" He asked as he noticed my gaze was off into the distance. When he recognized who the horses belonged to, he turned back to me sharply, "Haven't I warned you to stay away from that boy? "He hissed angrily. "He is not worth the trouble."
"No – but seeing him in trouble could be fun," I smirked to myself.
The Count frowned at me but noticed the plan that was shining in my eyes. "I must insist that you tell me what you have in store for the young Prince."
"You want to know what I used to do in college, right?" I turned to him and gave him a sneaky smile. Question laced his features as I rubbed my hands together, plotting out my plan. This is gonna be good! "Watch this!"
Jumping off the two story balcony, I land on my feet and race across the bridge as fast as my feet could carry me; which for human eyes I would be a mass of black blur.
Dracula watched her in shock as his Dampire raced to Prince Devon's horse and hid herself in between the other two. Once she saw that no one was coming out of the store, C grabbed a small bottle from the Lord's bag, and opened it. What shocked him even more that she was spreading the sticky substance all over the horse's saddle.
When she was done, she put the cap back on the bottle, placed it back in the bag and then raced back to his side just as soon as Devon and his two guards came back out of the store. Though he was surprised the horses didn't whinny at her sudden disappearance.
Finishing my sneaky task, I raced back to my previous spot. My speed helped with my jump as I leaped back onto the balcony on my seat next to a surprised Count Dracula. Huffing a little from the trip, I sat and watched as Dracula looked from me to the horse in silent wonder.
As Devon and his guards returned to their horses, Devon was the last to mount. When he did I noticed the slight confusion in his eyes as he tried to move his rear-end from the saddle, but couldn't.
I grinned as the two guards noticed his struggles on his horse and went to assist him. I turned to the Master and noticed how he was partly grinning evilly at the sight too. Even when the two guards decided to try and lift him off while on their own horses, the young Lord wouldn't budge and inch.
I nearly burst into giggles when I heard a small rip coming from his trousers and he started shouting wildly at the two guards to stop pulling him.
"Just get off your horses and help me!" Devon shouted angrily as the poor guards followed his orders. One held the horse as the other tried to assist in his Lord from being stuck to his saddle. When I saw the guy unbuckle the saddle from the horse, the horse itself, started to get irritated at his owners kicking feet and decided to race forward. The guard that was holding the horse was immediately dragged by the reins as the other was flung to the side while Devon himself slid right off with the saddle still glued to his ass.
I nearly fell of my seat as I laughed outwardly at the sight. Devon's face was covered in dirt as he stood up while his knees were still bent to hold the saddle between his legs. He had heard my laugh from the castle's balcony and shot daggers of certain death at me. I guess he found the cause to his misery.
All I did was wave at him as his two guards helped him into the store to rid the saddle from is bottom pants.
"Is that all you have learned from your college?" Dracula smirked at me as I fought to control my laughing fit.
"Oh, there's a tones more that I learned!" I said with a smile. When our eyes met I froze. They weren't as cold as livid as usual, but warm and full of humor. Even his smile was free of malice, and made his face look more handsome than before. Hoping my thoughts weren't being broadcasted to him, I cleared my throat from the awkward feeling. "But – anyone can pull a prank on someone. It just involves the right situation at the right time."
"I suppose." He said and turned his back to me preparing to leave. "You are full of surprises, my C. Just don't get too courageous against the Prince. I would hate to explain to his parents how a horse's saddle was stuck to his clothing."
"Oh, I'm sure they would understand." I shrugged with a cheeky smile and followed him through the castle.
Fortunately, we didn't have to go back to Castle Dracula. Instead, Dracula teleported and returned with Ranfield so that we can start tidying up the place here. I feel like such a maid! All that is missing is the fucking bonnet and low lace apron! I should be grateful he hasn't fitted me in one!
Well, after the incident with the young Prince, things started to get rather peaceful. That is until I started to visit Professor Dense Daosen. He became entertaining during the day and was almost as pleasant as Ranfield, but funnier. He even started to do some designs on the wings of a bat! But when I asked him why he said it was part of a great invention he was making – well – for me!
"You're gonna what now?" I asked dumfounded as Denes brought out his tap measure.
"I am going to design wings for you," He said and started measuring the length of my arms. "Since you say a Dampire can't fly or transform I thought if I could help lift your situation a bit."
"Not funny!" I snapped at him and shook him off, "Look Denes, that's very thoughtful of you, but I don't want to fly."
"Why not! Man's greatest achievement could belong to a half-vampire too!" He said as he felt the fabric of my brown coat. "After all, it's only a small change to overcome."
"More like a giant leap for me, literally!" I said as I felt my heart beat at the thought of jumping off a high cliff with only fabric made wings. "Apart from any choices I had made in the past this is gotta be in my top five of 'Craziest Shit Ever Done!"
"Oh, don't be so dramatic," He huffed at me then measured my legs, "Hm – Your coat seems to be long enough for the design. Perfect! Now let me see what I can do to adjust - ."
"Whoa! Whoa there partner!" I jumped a few feet away when he tried to take my coat. "Just because you assume that I want to fly doesn't mean I want to! I mean, I really don't want to find out how immortal I am just by jumping off the highest building here!"
"Ms. C. There are two kinds of people in this world; those who take the same safe road every day, and those who take risks," Denes said through his accent, but he sounded rather bold. "The question is now; which kind of person are you?"
I pursed my lips together for a moment before making a decision. I could no longer take the safe road but do I really want to risk my life by flying? Or come close to flying. Still, I was half curious to what the Professor had in mind.
"Um – I just want to say; I still think this is a bad idea," I breathed and stared nervously from the perch I was on. After three hours of stitching and sewing the nylon fabrics to my coat's arms and making the lower half of the coat have tails for the third nylon to open up for air flow. It was basically a rough draft of a body-air-glider or a flying squirrel. Though I made sure to add straps to my legs so that the tail end doesn't flop around too much.
"Are you ready, C?" Denes shouted from afar at me as I examined the village view from below. We had found a rather high cliff a few ways from the Windmill and right now I felt rather intimidated by the height. Even my vampiric half felt uncomfortable with this situation.
"As ready as I'll ever be!" I hollered back.
"When you feel ready, just jump! Let the wind carry you!" He instructed and gave me the thumbs up.
Inhaling sharply I took my time to calm my heart as I stared out into the open. Honestly if it wasn't a windy day I would have thought better about this.
Fear is a weakness! Do not let it rule you! Learn to overcome that fear and strive for a higher purpose!
With Dracula's words ringing in my ear, I took my final notice of the ground and jumped.
Air flow was rushing in my ears as I fought to keep my arms out and my legs straight. The fabric of the nylon catching on and I felt myself speeding not just down but at a one hundred and eighty degree angle straight over the village houses.
A few of the villagers began to panic when they saw me and some even managed to through themselves to the ground, thinking I would hit them, but I managed to stay just above them. When I finally got my bearings, I noticed how the wind was actually pushing me up and I leaned in just to the left to avoid a tree.
Oh my God! I'm really flying! I breathed in excitement as I turned to head back to Denes. I even noticed Carl who stared up at me in shock, which I only returned with a wave. Big mistake, with one mishap with that motion, I began to plummet awkwardly to the ground.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whooooaaaaa!" I hollered as I headed passed Denes and into the woods.
"C!" Denes ran after me after hearing loud crashing and snapping of twigs and such. "C! C, are you alright?"
"Wow!" I breathed after landing upside down on a tree. It didn't hurt that much, but as Denes helped me to my feet and brushed the twigs and leafs off, he examined me for any injuries. "THAT – was amazing!" I stumbled a bit after giggling to myself. It was sure one of the greatest of feeling that I ever felt in my life. Though it was my first time gliding, I have a feeling it won't be my last!
"Uninjured! And completely full proof too!" Denes laughed with me as he looked over the nylon on my coat. "Perhaps a few more touch ups and you'll be the first flying Dampire around!"
"Maybe. But first – a drink!" I said and led Denes down the hill towards the village pub.
"Oh, why not then!" He draped an arm over my shoulder. "A drink to our success! Or should I say your success? To the Flying Dampire C! But just to be safe – no blood in my drink if you please."
I laughed with him, feeling good for the first time in a long, long time.
Dracula was currently pacing in his room alone. Thinking back to that look C had given him on the balcony. He hadn't missed it. For he can tell when a woman was interested or should he say feel the pull from another. Though he could tell his Dampire would refuse to even discuss such a topic, but after all she was still a virgin. Something he could use to control her better, so to speak.
After all he had bedded so many young women in the past it would hardly make a difference. But in this case, hers would be entirely different. She was special, that was true. A Dampire was unheard of for over three centuries and she was better than the first. Though that Dampire wasn't of his blood, it was rather pathetic how his end came too. Dracula quickly turned again when more thoughts about his Dampire came in.
Talented, young and quit intelligent for her age. She even possesses a beauty that almost puts Anna Valerious to shame. Remembering her brought back old and dark memories which he refused to indulge in. No. Tonight he was plotting how to tempt C into indulging her needs.
After all, it is not just blood that satisfies the vampire within us. He smirked and walked off to find Ranfield. There were plans to be made for the upcoming All Hollows Eve Masquerade Ball. And he was sure it would go better than the last time he had hosted it.
Denes and I had just found Carl and we dragged him with us to the pub to explain why he saw me gliding earlier today. Ordering a round of wine, on the house of Denes of cores, we took our first swigs and enjoyed the cool autumn air.
"To fly – I mean glide," Carl stared at me openly, "It must have been a great experience for you!"
"It's something I'm not gonna forget easily," I agreed as we made a toast and took a swallow. "Hic! Who – makes this shit! – It's awesome!"
"Even stronger than my granddads bottle from 1951," Denes agreed and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief.
"Aye, but if ye really want something strong; try the Absinth from 1889," Carl smirked at him, "That stuff will curl the hair in yer nose just by takin' a whiff of it!"
As we laughed and talked over more drinks, Van Helsing had returned to the village while unfortunately running into the young Lord Devon.
"YOU! Hunter! Am I right?" He stood in front of him heatedly.
"Yes? And you must be the young Prince in the far north of…" But he was interrupted as the Prince waved his arms franticly about.
"I don't care if you know who I am!" Devon shouted angrily, "I want you to find the servant of Count Dracula and kill her!"
"Under what charge, your highness?" He asked calmly yet impatiently, for he feared what C had done this time.
"Under what charge…" The Prince repeated with a gitty grin before it was quickly replaced with frustration, "SHE HUMILIATED ME! She tampered with my horse's saddle and glued my best rider's chaps to it! My body guards had to literally cut me out of them and I had to ride in my undergarments to my hotel just to get new pants! The humiliation of it all was having all my future subjects stare at me the whole time!"
Resisting the urge to crack a smile, Van Helsing stayed stoic as the royal voiced his displeasures of Dampire C. Though he knew the girl had an odd nature about her, he never knew she would step down to a child's level by pulling silly tricks on others.
"I'll confront her about her behavior," He said but the royal stopped him by grabbing his arm.
"You will do more than that, Hunter!" Devon spat. "You will take off her head and pull out her heart while burning her body and spreading her ashes at a crossroads! I! Want! C! Dead!"
"That's not your decision to make," Helsing said sternly. Though he was a few inches from his height, the Prince was still a boy. "I only kill those ruled by evil, not by childish habits. Now if you excuse me, your highness."
"You will have to kill her at some point! And I'll be there when that happens!" Devon shouted as Helsing marched to the pub, hoping he could drown out the whelp's voice with a strong cup of whisky. When he walked in, he didn't expect to find the Dampire herself drinking with two elderly men and laughing with them too!
"Did you really –?" Denes wheezed and tried to chug down another cup of wine. "– Use glue on the young Lord Devon?"
"Yep!" I giggled as Carl rolled his eyes but held a smile on his face anyway. "You should have seen his face as he fell! AH! HA! HA! The guards had to drag him back in the store with the saddle still on his ass!"
Carl nearly choked on his drink as Denes and I burst into a fit of laughs and giggles.
"C?" A familiar voice made me turn to face the regal hunter from across the way.
"HEY! Look who's here!" I waved him over, my head feeling the fuzzy affects from the wine. I must have drunk a lot to feel like this already. The fourth bottle was probably proof of that! "Come on over and you can finish what's left."
"C." Helsing pounded his boots over to the table we were at. "We need to talk."
"That's not gonna happen very well because I'm feeling – a little – light headed!" I said in a cheery tone as Denes and Carle chuckled at my reply.
"Well, I hope you can understand me so far," He sighed. He didn't have to guess how drunk she looked, the smell and the glaze in her hazel eyes were enough to tell him otherwise. "Care to step outside with me?"
"Are you – ins-sinuating something?" I slurred a bit as I sloppily stood up from the chair trying my best to size him up as I swayed on my feet. "I just f-flew three s-stories above the town and now I'm d-drinking because I'm happy for – for once! Now y-you come and s-spoil it?"
"I didn't come to spoil anything." Helsing raised his hands up in defense. "I only came to talk about what you did to Prince Devon."
"Ooooh, that load of shit!" I swayed some as I waved my arms around in an invisible wind. "He deserved what he g-got! Royal Pain in the Ass is more like it!"
"I'm sure," He sighed and then took my left arm from the air, "I think you need to calm yourself before…"
"I AM CALM!" I voiced and a few people stared up at us in wonder, as Huggle and his band nearly fell over laughing at me. "See? I can b-be calm! After all – I hav' the King ov' Vampires as a Masphter!"
I had enough of this. Van Helsing thought before pulling me away from Denes and Carl towards the outside. "C. Let's get you some tea and start to – WHOA!"
I didn't think he suspected my super strength, but judging the surprise in his voice as I heaved him off the ground just by a yank from his heavy wool sweater. "Just one s-sec!" I said as he dangles above my head, his dark eyes staring down at me wildly. "The night hasn't even f-fallen yet! Le-lets hav s-some more f-fun!"
But that's when my arms went slack and my back made contact with the wooden floorboards as the weight of Van Helsing met me with great intensity. "OAF! You're heavy!" I gagged as I pushed his chest off my face while I saw bluish colors through my vision.
"That it," Helsing breathed and stood up, pulling me with him and then even further as I was heaved over his shoulder. He had dealt with drunken women before, but didn't want to find out how far a drunken half-vampire would do; despite what she already did!
"Hey, you has a s-stain on y-your jacket!" I pointed out as I traced my fingers over the dark brown spot on his black coat. Even with my partly dizzy vampire eyes, I could still make out some details of him.
"Any of you care to help me here?" Helsing turned to Carl and Denes, who lazily gazed up at him, for at least one of them knew their limits when it came to alcohol.
"Carl Renburg. At your service, sir." Carl nodded.
Shacking off the odd feeling that this man held a name of an old friend he once had, Carl led him outside with the drunken Dampire still over his shoulder and still making slurry comments about the state of his jacket.
"I'll just tottle off home then!" Denes cried out to them as he started for the path to the Windmill though rather clumsily along the way.
"This way, Sir Helsing!" Carl nearly spooked the hunter from a daze. He didn't really have to ask how he knew his name. Most people did at this corner of the world. He just half expected to fade out of their memories over time; like Dracula almost did.
Van Helsing followed the man to what he assumed was his house. With a crack of the door, he followed the man inside and noticed how clean it smelled. Well, mostly of hay but better than he had remembered when he was here before.
"Set her over here." Carl pointed to a pile of furs in one corner. "There's no use gettin' anything from her while she's passed out. After all, she drank most of the wine!"
"I guess not," Helsing sighed in frustration as he set the now sleeping girl on the furs. From the swaying's she had done on his back, he was just thankful she didn't vomit on him, like most drunken women did to him. "She'll have a hell of a hangover when she wakes."
"I'll see to that," Carl said as he sat down on the table while holding two mugs of steamy coffee. "Have some. It's the least I can do after all you did for me family."
"You – are referring to the Carl I had known?" Helsing sat from across while accepting a mug from him.
"Yes. He was my grandfather; a kind man and a master at inventing your weapons." He nodded and took a sip from his coffee. "I also know why you're here, old friend of my grandfathers. You cannot help her now. The girl's fate lies in the hands of the Count himself."
"If I kill Dracula then maybe I can –."
"You know very well that by killing the Count would be sealing her fate as well," Carl pointed out calmly, "Or – if I remember the exact word in my grandfather diary that you said; anything bitten by him or created by him will also die. Where those not your words from those many years ago?"
"Yes," Helsing slumped in his chair as he stole a gaze at C. "She was never supposed to get involved in this war. None of them were."
"No, but it seems Fate has other plans," Carl sighed and took another sip, "though I wonder if she is strong enough to pass such a test."
"She'll have to be," Helsing then took a large gulp from the mug, "I'm just not sure the others will understand."
"Teh! Americans," Carl huffed but with a smile, "this is what you get when you put the whole world in a Melting Pot! I wonder how the Count is handling her?"
"Knowing him?" Helsing heaved calmly. "He'll just try his usual approach with young women. But I'll admit that I don't envy him."
They chuckled and continued to talk as the Dampire C continued to sleep. Oblivious to what else will be in store for her.
And the plot thickens! Hey everyone! Thanks for all the REVIEWS! You make me so so happy! *Blushes like mad* Sorry for the long wait and as you can tell that the romance is soon to start so tune in for the next chapter! Please REVIEW and tell me how well I'm doing and forgive me for any small mistakes. Had to finish this till one in the morning. *Yawns* And yes I did come up with the MCP thing by being inspired by the movie Tron . But the P stand for Pillar and not Program! So there's hardly a difference.
Oh and for a certain reviewer; I don't think she can get pregnant to have kids because the Count is a full undead vampire and that C is sterile or spaded – in a sense because of being half. Like that girl from the manga Chibi Vampire! Look it up! It's a cute story!
Anyway, I love you all and I hope to get over 30 REVIEWS this week! (Dream wish! Sry! No pressure!)
Love; BR2