Two stories updated on the same week! I'm quite pleased that I am actually make good use of my writing time during Spring Break! Hope you guys enjoy this new chapter! -Jen

Chapter Eleven

Agatha wasn't quite sure how long she stood in the doorway with her mouth ajar. A second perhaps? A few minutes? Hell, possibly a millennium? But the only comparison to this moment she could make was waking up from a dream and going straight into a nightmare. Her eyes wander around the room as she noted how every window in sight was plastered over with discarded newspapers and pieces of cardboard-some with scribbled drawings she could only attribute to being Zoe's. The rat bastard had blocked the sunlight getting in.

"Living room now!" She hissed, Dracula's cheeky grin only causing the flames of fury to burn hotter within her. "Now!"

Part of her felt as if she needed to grab him by the ear and drag him in there himself as the vampire purposely took his time to follow her out of Zoe's earshot. Once they were alone, the former nun whipped around to face him.

"Why the hell are you still here?!" She growled, jabbing a finger into his chest. "Not only are you not welcome, but you have overstayed at that!" Agatha motioned around her. "And you've desecrated my house!"

"First, I would like to say that I am rather disappointed in you." Dracula smirked. "I had originally thought your intentions to be alone with me were for more...intimate reasons." He didn't even blink when Agatha slapped him hard across the face. "Clearly you should've had your breakfast before we had this talk. You're simply...well, what's the term the adolescence use nowadays?" The Count's devilish grin only widened. "Hangery?"

Agatha sucked in a sharp breath. "I...you…" Her fists clenched so tightly the circulation to her fingers was on the verge of being cut off. "If Zoe wasn't in the other room, I would rip your stupid sun protection off my windows and watch you die a long, painful death. But I don't feel like scarring a little girl!"

Dracula chuckled, his smile lopsided as he watched the woman fuming before his very eyes. He'd expected her to be upset, sure, but this...this was true gold. Agatha ground her teeth together, arms now folded over her chest as she continued to scowl darkly at him.

"You do know if you kill me…" He paused. "And I know you very, very much want to. It would certainly be a breach of contract." Dracula feigned a long exhale, looking towards the direction of the door. "Perhaps I'll stay until nightfall. It isn't as if I have much of a choice." The Count shrugged, his false sense of apology quite evident to Agatha. "A true pity really. But it can't be helped, now can it?"

Over a hundred ways to slaughter Count Dracula began to manifest in Agatha's mind. Yet he was right. Until nightfall, he couldn't exactly leave without consequences no matter how much she'd like him to burn. Literally. Nostrils flared, her brows knitted together as she tried her best to ignore his obnoxious grin.

"You may be forced to stay here." She spat, not hiding the disgust in her tone. "But Zoe and I certainly don't have to." Agatha looked over her shoulder and called out towards the kitchen. "Zoe, go get dressed and put on your shoes, we're leaving."

"Is Mr. Dracula coming too?" Zoe replied loudly, sounding hopeful.

"No." Her aunt answered flatly, glaring at the Count. "Mr. Dracula is staying behind." Still looking at Dracula incredulous, Agatha's eyes narrowed. "I'm going to go change now. Follow me, and you'll regret it."

The vampire held up his hands. "Relax, Agatha. I assure you I can manage holding back my temptations to repeat last night's...experience for another time. Feel free to go get dressed, I can bask in the memories…" He paused, his ever present smirk broadening. "For now."

Agatha said nothing as she shoved past the vampire, trying to block out his laughing as she stormed into her room. While her body craved a nice, hot shower, her mind convinced her the best option was just to throw on some clothes and leave with Zoe before she went completely berserk. Wearing an old, long sleeved shirt and some worn pants, she stepped out into the hallway to find her niece waiting there patiently.

"You do realize you are wearing two different colored socks." She noted, eyeing the little girl with a sigh. "And that shirt has a stain on it."

"So?" Zoe shrugged. "I like it that way."

Agatha exhaled, shaking her head. "Nevermind. Let's just go." Taking Zoe by her hand, she walked briskly towards the front door. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Dracula standing back in the shadows. When he waved, she did not return the favor. "You better be gone when we return." She growled, tugging on her niece's hand. "C'mon, Zoe. We're leaving."

"Where are we going?" The child asked, craning her neck to catch a glimpse of the vampire. "Not somewhere boring, right?"

"To the park." Agatha said, grabbing their windbreakers from the rack. "And then...maybe some ice cream, I don't know. We're just going."

"Hooray!" Zoe squealed, sounding far more excited about their sudden departure. "Goodbye, Mr. Dracula! See you soon!"

"Oh, I very much count on that, dear Zoe." The vampire smiled. "Your aunt and I have some unfinished business."

When the little girl's attention was preoccupied, Agatha flipped the Count off before opening the front door and slamming it behind them. Once they were outside, the former nun's grip loosened around her niece's hand. Zoe hummed to herself as Agatha fished around in her purse to retrieve her phone. Unlocking it, she scrolled down through her contacts before clicking on the one she desired.

"Hello, Jack?" Agatha spoke, letting out a long breath when she heard the other end connect. "Can you meet me at Pannett Park?" She looked over her shoulder, holding the cell close to her ear. "It's important."

Despite it being early in the morning, the park was decently packed by the time Agatha pulled up into the parking lot. She scanned the lot, looking for an empty parking space. Zoe had already unfastened her belt, against her aunt's orders, and had taken to leaning over the side of the driver's seat with the intention of helping out.

"Zoe, sit back down." Agatha instructed, trying to focus on the road and not her loose niece. "The car hasn't stopped yet."

"I'm trying to help you." The girl replied, frowning softly as she peered around. "What if we can never find a space?" She let out an exaggerated sigh and collapsed against her seat. "We've been driving for forever!"

"Patience is a virtue." But even Agatha's tone was strained. "We'll find one."

Zoe let out a huff and crossed her arms in annoyance. After circling the parking lot twice, Agatha finally managed to find a spot. It was right in the sun, of course, but it would work. Turning the car off, she barely had a moment to step out before her niece leaped from the back seat and out onto the grass.

"Zoe, stay where I can see you!" The former nun called out as the girl bounded towards the playground. "Don't go too far!"

But she was already out of earshot, her laughter becoming more distant the further she went. Shaking her head, Agatha walked over to an empty bench and sat down. Pulling out her phone once more, she unlocked the screen and located Jack's number.

"We made it. Good luck finding parking, the place is packed." -Agatha

A few minutes passed by before her cell began to vibrate.

"Sorry, couldn't text and drive. But you're right, you'd think there was some event going on. I ended up parking across the street. Where are you?" -Jack

"On a bench by…" Agatha paused her typing, glancing around for a landmark. Not too far off from where she sat was a large sign dictating the rules that all park pedestrians were instructed to follow. "...by a big brown sign closest to the swingset. Can't miss it." -Agatha

"Great, I'll be right over then." -Jack

Leaning back against the bench, Agatha stared out towards the playground. Zoe seemed to have found a group of children to play with. Her eyes followed them as they ran back and forth in what she assumed was a game of tag. She tried to suppress the thoughts of what occurred last night in her head. His face. His body. The way he made her feel. How she and Dracula had done deeds that would send Mother Superior to an early grave. A shiver ran down her spine at each thought. Memories that she felt conflicted about. The former nun was so focused on trying not to think that she failed to notice Jack taking a seat beside her.

"Hey, you feeling okay?"

Agatha jumped in surprise, turning her head so quickly to face him that she pulled a muscle in her neck. Wincing, she rubbed at the spot and let out a grunt. Just another thing to add on to the ever growing stack of problems she was facing.

"Yeah, I'm okay." It was a lie and even she couldn't hide it from her tone. "Thanks for coming on such short notice."

"Of course." Jack smiled, his expression soft. "Gave me an excuse to get out of the house." He inhaled, relaxing a little. "So what is so important that we needed to meet across town in a park to talk about?"

Agatha averted her eyes, unable to meet his. "Something happened and I needed to talk to someone who I could trust." She paused, her mouth suddenly becoming dry. "A secret rather...big."

"Oh?" Jack inquired, beginning to sound concern. "What kind of secret?"

Agatha picked at one of her cuticles absentmindedly, a nervous habit she'd had since childhood. Her eyes focused on Zoe as the young girl when zipping down the long, curling slide on the playground. She knew Jack was staring at her intently, waiting to hear why exactly she had summoned him here of all place. And though, try as she might, she couldn't yet muster up the courage to meet his gaze. Especially when it came to what was about to come next.

"Dracula paid me an unexpected visit last night." She said in a low, almost inaudible voice. "Or rather, showed up inside my house uninvited…by me at least."

"What?!" The alarm in the man's tone was almost humorous. Certainly his next emotions would far surpass those when he learned more. "Are you okay? Is Zoe? Does Dr. Bloxham…"

"We're fine, and no…" Agatha answered, a small twinge of pain coming from the corner of her nail bed. "And that isn't exactly why I called you here to meet me. Something else happened…" Drawing in a breath, she finally found it in her to turn and meet the young doctor's eyes. "I had sex with Count Dracula."

There was a long pause before Jack's face contorted into an alarmed expression. "You're joking." But when Agatha failed to reply, his eyes grew wide. "You're not joking?! Agatha, what..what were you thinking?!"

"Shh!" She hissed softly, glancing around her as if half expecting to see Bloxham pop out from between the bushes. "Keep your voice down. I said it was a secret for a reason!"

"I can't believe you would...did he force himself upon...what the hell were you thinking, Agatha?!" Jack stumbled, unable to form a coherent sentence. "Why…"

"It was consensual." It was no use trying to hide the embarrassment in her voice. "And I don't know what I was thinking. One minute we were fighting and the next...and the next…" She shook her head, frowning deeply. "It was a mistake, okay? A dreadful, horrible mistake that I can't take back."

The young doctor shook his head. "...Did he bite you or anything?" A look of horror crossed his features. "You aren't going to become a vampire now, are you?"

The former nun rolled her eyes. "Last time I checked, having sexual intercourse with a vampire doesn't lead to one, well, becoming a vampire." Sighing heavily, Agatha slumped against the seat. "What am I going to do, Jack?"

"You want my honest answer?" Her fellow colleague asked.

Agatha nodded. "Yes!"

"Well, I have none." Jack replied sheepishly. "I'm not sure what to tell you other than Bloxham can't ever hear about this. If she knew...it wouldn't be good." He ran a hand through his hair. "You have no choice but to continue to work with him. Think you can act like it never happened?"

"I'm quite certain he'll likely make sure that I'll never forget that it actually happened." Agatha grumbled. "But maybe I can figure out a way to keep his hideous, fanged mouth shut." She turned her attention to the playground, making sure that Zoe was still in sight. "She likes him, you know."

"Who?" Jack asked. "Bloxham?!"

"No." Agatha scoffed. "Zoe. She's the reason he keeps getting into my bloody house! She's befriended him. Or he's using her...manipulating her...what difference does it make?" A small smile crept across her features. "She's a Van Helsing. Being fearless in the face of the undead runs in her blood. Which, I suppose, has its advantages and disadvantages."

"Like inviting a vampire into your house." Jack answered.

"Exactly." Agatha exhaled. "Like inviting a bloody vampire into my damn house."

"She means well." Jack added, his attention now on Zoe as she proceeded to swing across the monkey bars. "She's a good kid, even to those who don't deserve her kindness. Despite everything she's been through. I couldn't do it."

"I know." The former nun agreed. "That's why I worry…"

Before Jack had a chance to reply, Agatha's phone began to ring. Frowning softly, she pulled it out and looked at the caller ID. Dr. Bloxham. Meeting Jack's eyes, she unlocked the screen and answered.

"Hello? Agatha Van Helsing speaking."

"Yes, good morning, Agatha." Bloxham replied in a flat voice. "I hope I'm not pulling you away from anything important, but I need you to come to the Foundation at your earliest convenience. There is something that needs to be discussed and it cannot wait."

"What does she want?" Jack whispered softly.

"I don't know." Agatha muttered, covering the speaker. "But it doesn't sound good."

"Jack! Jack!"

Agatha and Jack both turned their heads to see Zoe hurrying over with a wide grin spread across her face. She immediately flung her arms around the young man, peering up at him with bright eyes.

"Come push me on the swing?" She begged. "Please?!"

"Let me watch her." Jack offered, patting the young girl on the back. "I'll take her back to my place and you can pick her up when you are done. Really, it's no trouble."

"Agatha? Agatha, are you still there?"

The former nun held her phone towards her ear. "Yes," she replied. "I'm still here." She glanced over at Jack who gave her an encouraging thumbs up. "And I'll be there shortly." Agatha ended the call and exhaled. "Thank you, Jack. You are truly a saint."

"Quite a compliment coming from a nun." The young doctor chuckled.

"Former nun." She corrected, smiling as she turned her attention to Zoe. "Monkey, I have to go into work for a little bit. You're going to hang out with Jack at his house. I want you to be on your best behavior, okay? Hopefully I won't be gone for very long."

"I promise, Aunt Aggie!" Zoe saluted before tugging on Jack's arm. "Can we go swing now?"

"I owe you big time." Agatha chuckled, standing up from the bench. "I'll keep you posted."

"We'll be fine," Jack assured her. "Just worry about yourself...or don't stress...you get the idea."

She tried to force a smile as she leaned down and kissed the top of Zoe's head. Giving one final wave, she turned on her heels and began making her way to the parking lot. Worrying. That was better said than done. A whirlwind of endless possibilities, mostly bad ones, of why Bloxham needed her now began to swirl in her mind. Swallowing hard, Agatha unlocked her car and got into the front seat. It was only the morning and today was already proving to be very, very long.

Unlike the park, the parking lot at the Foundation was nearly empty. Agatha tried to focus on her breathing as she fished around to find her badge. Bloxham couldn't possibly know about what happened between her and Dracula last night. Could she? Inhaling deeply, she made her way into the building that seemed far larger than usual.

"Ah, Zoe, so glad you could make it on such short notice."

Bloxham sounded surprisingly friendly as Agatha approached her boss, something that felt very unsettling. Feigning a smile, she nodded in agreement as the woman motioned for her to follow. Their heels clacked against the tiled floor as they made their way into Bloxham's office.

"I apologize for pulling you away from whatever it is that you were doing. But I wanted you to meet someone important." The corners of Bloxham's lips twitched into a grin that would curdle milk. "Someone I think who just might help us with dealing with Count Dracula."

As she opened her office door, Agatha's eyes fell upon a tall man. His blond hair, though thick, was greying at the sides and the look in his brown eyes was cold. When he became face to face with the former nun, he gave a small nod in greeting.

"Ms. Agatha Van Helsing." He greeted, extending his hand. "It's a true pleasure to finally meet you." Bloxham joined his side and suddenly Agatha began to feel claustrophobic. "You might not know me by name, but my ancestors were responsible for founding this over a century ago." A small smile crept across his features. "My name is Howard Murray, the true descendant of Mina Murray herself. And I would like to lend my hand in personally assisting you and the others with Count Dracula."

Hmm what could Bloxham and Howard Murray have planned for Dracula? Certainly not anything good. It will be interesting to see where Agatha's alliance will begin to lie. Anyway, feedback is greatly loved and appreciated. I love reading all of your thoughts, they are brain fuel! Until next time! -Jen