AN: Thanks to Fortune Zyne, Aradia-Hornbeam (since you asked so nicely), and Ithilwenn
HughJackmanFan: God, I hope I didn't offend you last time. I'm sorry!
Ithilwenn: Usually I would have started flipping out at your review because you were complaining about the characters, but I honestly have to agree with you. There are a lot, and it might be difficult to understand, so there's no problem there. Umm … the kid who I based Dommy after, my brother, was actually really surprised to read your review, and was shocked anyone would wanna ask for more of him, lol. About Amanda and Carl, eh, not too sure there. I mean, Carl's, like, in his twenties, maybe even thirties and Amanda's seventeen, so that would be a little awkward, but I've written worst. I'll think about it. Also, this will disappoint ya, but I do plan to bring Dracula in, but the plot of this story isn't like any of the others I read, I don't think, and he will have a sort of major character, but there's gonna be more than just Dracula in the evil department, so … Hmm, anything else? Oh, don't pay too much attention to the evil girls in the story (the Sreain). The only people you'll want to know from that department are Queen Deidre (this chapter), Alys (She was the one who captured Dommy originally), and Delia (Maybe).
Aradia-Hornbeam: So proud of myself, I got started on this chap earlier than I was planning, so that's cool. Still should be studying for all three tests I've got on Thursday, but starting it now works too, lol. Tell Amie I said hi when you go see her at uni! (Don't get lost this time)
Through the Veil
CHAPTER NINE
"Well?" Queen Deidre asked, looking at the young girl before her. The woman quickly bowed nervously. The room they were in was of dark grey stone, several torture devices attached to the walls, chains and sorts, and a raised flooring of concrete was at the front of the room where there was an old and foreboding throne crumbling in some parts. Sprawled across the chair was the Queen of the Sreain. Behind her was a strangely decorated tapestry portraying a battle scene. The room itself was barely lit in comfort from the several torches, the doorway leading to the other halls of their quarters.
"My Queen," Alys, the woman responsible for capturing Dommy in the first place, said as she swallowed hard.
"Where are the others?" Queen Deidre demanded, looking about the room noticing eleven of her best warriors missing.
"Destroyed, my Queen," Alys said.
Queen Deidre's eyes darted around the seven warriors before her in shock, before falling once again on her commander. She stood out of her chair, and paced to the side, holding her head in her chin pensively. She was dressed like her warriors, a forest green filmy skirt swirling jaggedly above her knees, brown riding boots covering her feet. Her top was of a halter top style, exposing her pale stomach, and allowing a small split revealing the center of her chest before came back together at the end of the top. There were strange designs of vines dancing up her left arm, and her long, straight fiery red hair was pulled back in a half ponytail, the part in encasing was pulled up to allow several flaming red pieces to stick into the air menacingly. Her red bangs gently brushed just above her dangerous yellow eyes. Her skirt swooshed around her, from her graceful movements. Finally, she turned to her warriors.
"Van Helsing has ruined too many of our plans," She said in her thick Transylvanian accent, although she seemed more like a person who had stepped out of the Amazon. "How are we to progress forward with him meddling in every business we concern ourselves with? No doubt he has taken refuge with the strangers?"
"Yes, My Queen," Alys said. "They appear to be with Ian Undoch."
"The fool of a boy?" Queen Deidre smirked, before a dark frown creased her ethereal face. "Then they stay at Valerius Manor, which we cannot enter. Do you expect us to complete our mission without …" Her voice trailed off, and she held her words.
"My Queen, we almost had them, but with Van Helsing," She sneered the word as if it were poison.
"Bother not. My troubled mind seeks reassurances. There are ways around these things. But we must be wary of what we say, for he is always listening. Troops forward!"
The females quickly formed a line before her, bowing their heads. Queen Deidre stepped ahead, ignoring the skull she crushed beneath her boots. She studied the women before her, each seemingly capable of a good fight, each trained to take on anything sent at them. And yet eleven out of eighteen was gone. She could not take what belonged to them with such a small army, and it would take too long to forge another. Damn Van Helsing and his interference. Damn him for all trouble he had caused throughout. And Damn him for any and all things he would commit.
Straitening her back to look regally on her subjects, she announced, "We shall come out victors. But we will need our company back. Send for Kael Vahn," She commanded. "We shall begin work of recuperating immediately."
"Yes, my Queen," Came the unanimous response.
AN: A short one, no doubt, but it's a filler chapter. Eh, what do you guys think of Queen Deidre? Did she seem good enough, or what? Please review (this chapter may be subject to altering and extending later on)