CastleVania: James Taylor's Story.
Chapter Ten: Nice doggy? Good doggy?
James spun and pushed Helika to the ground. She caught herself with a grunt, and rolled onto her feet. James on the other hand, wasn't as lucky and tripped, falling on his face. The werewolf simply ran between the two, as it was too dumb to realize they had moved in time. It turned to James and bared its teeth. James rolled over and flicked the Vampire Killer at the beast. The whip caught the wolf in the chest, and left a searing mark. But the animal seemed not to notice, or if it DID notice it was enraged by this, because it dipped its head, and charged at James, claws ready to tear him apart.
"Helika!" James yelled, desperately calling for help. He lashed the whip out, and the leather wrapped itself around the werewolf's jaws, clamping them shut. James used the wolf's counter weight and pulled himself up, taking an axe off his back at the same time. But just before James could throw it at the wolf, all the candelabra in the room suddenly detached themselves, and flew straight at the beast. They all struck at the same time, and the animal howled in agony as the flames burned him and went out, and the candles were just plain hard. It spun around as the wall ornaments fell and relit themselves, and bore its eyes into Helika's skull. It was pissed off, and this Helika saw.
"Ffffuuuu-!" Was all Helika got out before she screamed, turned, and ran into a cell. The cell she was trapped in to be exact. James hadn't broken the lock on this one, so when she pulled the door shut, she locked herself an inch away from the beast. It howled as it got a face full of metal bars, and began to bite and claw at the door. James righted himself, and put the axe back on his back as he reached for his pouch and retrieved a vial a holy water. He threw it at the feet of the werewolf and it seemed to explode, and burned the unholy creature in blue flame. James knew the water wouldn't last long, as the water would dissipate soon, and he charged at the beast. James leapt into the air and sticker slapped a cross onto the center of the beasts back. As it howled James yelled.
"Close your eyes!" James shouted as he landed on his side. Helika shut her eyes, and the cross exploded. James "saw" the blinding light through his clamped shut eye lids, and waited for the horrible howling, and blinding light, to stop.
The light stopped. The howling stopped. And James and Helika opened their eyes. The horrid beast was gone, and nothing was left. James rose and kicked the door of the cell that Helika was in, and picked her up off the floor. Her side was bleeding, and she wasn't breathing well.
"Helika?" James said quietly. "Are you OK?" James threw her over his shoulder and limped out of the room that they'd been in for at least an hour.
James and the unconscious Helika arrived in a large room with a table that seemed to go on for ever. James pulled out a few chairs and laid Helika down on them. He then pulled out a chair and sat himself down. James began to nod off as he looked out the window, and then his eyes snapped awake. He couldn't believe his eyes. The moon was in the same position, not directly overhead, but there, in the position it's been, since the time he arrived at Transylvania, which was around 11 PM. James knew it had to be at least 4 in the morning now, but the moon was in the same spot he saw it in when he entered the gates of Hell.
"Frightening isn't it?" A voice spoke from behind James, and he immediately jumped up and nearly lashed the whip at the figure's head, but didn't. The figure held up a hand. "Vincent Dorin's the name. Potions and knickknacks are my game. She looks like she could use a bit of food?" Vincent stepped forward, but James didn't back down. He knew something was up about this guy, and then it hit him. Looking closely you could see the tips of the telltale vampire's fangs protruding from this man's lip.
"Back off creep!" James said. "You can't have her, and I'll kill you before you touch her." James felt his face getting red hot, but he decided to mull those feelings over later. He cracked his whip and the vampire, Vincent, backed away.
"That whip…oh my…are you…a Belmont?" Vincent spoke almost with enthusiasm. James nodded, but didn't give in.
"Yes. I am a direct descendant of Trevor Be-" James was cut off by Vincent.
"So you're related to Jonathan Morris?" He said, seeming ever too excited.
"Yes…I am. He's my grand father. Please don't interrupt me again, or I'll cram a cross down your throat." James snarled. The vampire backed away, but set down a few tiny vials.
"Those will help the girl. Alucard gave you some of the blue stuff earlier. Like he said, "One drop on the tongue." But hurry…she may pass out." And with that, Vincent was gone. James rushed over and snatched up the three vials, and then rushed back to Helika. She was breathing raspily, and he knew he was going to be cutting it close. He read the tiny labels on the bottles. The blue one said, "One drop, apply to tongue." The red vial said, "All thy blood be washed away, apply to wound and turn away." James scowled at that and looked at the third vial. It held a green liquid. It read, "Poison only. Act quickly." James smiled slightly, and then remembered the minor dilemma. He opened the red vial and took a small rag out of his pouch. He poured some of the liquid onto the rag, and pressed it onto Helika's gashed side. As he stood there and let the wound accept the potion, he suddenly gagged. He plugged his nose and cursed. The potion smelled horrible! That's why the vial said to "turn away." He heard Helika gasp, and remembered to when Alucard applied something – this – onto his chest. Helika shot up and screamed. James clamped his free hand over her mouth and she winced.
"Good, you're up." James said, sarcasticly. "Stick out your tongue."
"What?" Helika said, confused.
"Just do it." James demanded, and she did as she was told. He dropped a small bit of the blue potion onto her tongue.
"Swallow." He said, and then looked up at the table. "Helika…" James said, staring at the opposite end of the table. She turned and gasped as she saw what James was staring at. There, at the other end of the table, that was now covered with food and drink, was Dracula, and two, large, hairy hounds. They were obviously dead.
"Please," the Count said, coolly. "Be seated and feast with me. I will not hurt you, and neither will my pets or the food. I just want to talk. Have a drink? Turkey leg?" Dracula smiled.
And with that, James and Helika took seat at the opposite end of Dracula's dining table and glared at the Prince of Darkness.