Closure:
First Encounter (CH1)
By obi's girl
Summary: Ever wander what Spike meant in Buffy vs. Dracula when he said "I guess the old boy needed closure after all." This is my take on what that means.
~~Sarah shivered as she sat in the bedchamber. It was cold all ready, but deathly cold. Only a young girl of 19, barely called even a year and now this, her first real assignment Her Watcher warned how dangerous and risky it would be but she didn't listen, convinced she could win and kill the demon without a second thought. She stumbled upon the castle, literally, claiming to have been attacked by wolves and asked for shelter from the cold and he accepted, taking her in without question.
How was he to know this petite young girl was the Vampire Slayer and equally as dangerous, but he didn't. He was blinded by how beautiful she was; how young and innocent – he didn't see the killer inside of her and that was to Sarah's advantage. As long as he didn't know who she was, she was safe but for how long?
She nodded, pulling the covers over herself, resting her brush on the dresser. But she couldn't sleep. It wasn't that she feared sleep, she didn't. It was He. Why hadn't he made his move and try to seduce her like he did all the others? Did he know already who she was? Sarah huffed, abruptly standing up from the bed and marched over to the window, watching the night. She didn't even hear the door open and someone silently walk behind her.
"You cannot sleep?"
Sarah gasped, jumping a bit but calmed, facing him. For a vampire who had been around virtually centuries, to the human eye, he looked to be about in his early or late twenties and those eyes...So dark and cold, like his skin – but no. Now was not the time to have fantasies about him. She had a job to do, kill him and get out alive – if possible. She shrugged, "The chamber is cold."
He smiled, examining her nightdress. "Of course it is cold, if that is what you are wearing...but I sense something else was bothering you."
"No, nothing is bothering me." She whispered hurriedly.
He smiled again, walking behind her and setting her down on the bed. "You are still scared of the wolves; they haunt your dreams." He paused, sniffing her hair. "So soft; so delicate – it sickened me those wolves saw you as a meal – you are just a young girl."
"...Only a girl." She cried as his hands felt around her waist.
"You have no need to be afraid of me, Sarah. I won't hurt you." He whispered into her as she fell back into his arms. "You are alone?"
She nodded yes, and he sympathized with her. "Are you alone?"
His hands rested on her shoulders as he slowly pushed off the gown, letting it fall to the bed. Young and innocent, yet so beautiful. "We are always alone, always lost but we search to belong. We search to feel loved by others and feel loved inside. Always cold hearts, yearning to burn again." He paused, smiling, "I can hear yours, wishing the same thing – to be loved the way you desire."
"And what does my heart desire?"
He grunted, facing her. He had known many women but she was the first, who truly captivated him. There was something about her, something mysterious and wild. But he couldn't quite put his finger on it – it didn't matter. She was in his world and there was no escape. He raised his hand to her cheek and lightly caressed her neck.
She gasped, not even realizing how much she didn't fear his touch. "What is it I desire, Count?"
"You desire mystery, darkness, lustful passion – but most of all to be loved and possessed and handled delicately." He shrugged, "All women want this but for you, you wish to go deeper. Darker passion and mystery, it could kill you but you want more and more...Erotic, dark love."
Sarah laughed, "And you can teach me this? To love this way?"
He nodded, "I can, but only at your pace. This is dangerous love. Your body will move ways you never thought possible." He bent down and lightly kissed her nipple, causing her to moan. He laughed, "Would you like your first lesson, now?"
"Yes, Yes – God yes! Show me." She gasped as he took her into his arms, fully, kissing her -–her shoulders, her neck, her breast...Sarah, the Vampire Slayer, the Chosen One had fallen into his spell and no matter how powerful she was, there was nothing she could do to release herself from Dracula's power. ~~
**
I wearily woke up as bright light filtered through my windows. I grumbled, glancing at the clock on the mantle. Almost noon, which meant I missed breakfast again. Late patrol, not coming home until sometimes midnight, I only had a few hours sleep and it had been like this ever since I was called to be the Vampire Slayer and that was a year ago. My name is Sarah Van Helsing, and this is my life. It was still insufferable and lonely, but somehow I managed. I crawled out of bed and got dressed, rushing downstairs to scrounge up whatever food I could.
**
"Sarah?" a voice asked as I started to make her way towards the kitchen. My Uncle Dr. Abraham Van Helsing. I scowled, turning to him. Ever since both my parents died, my Uncle had been taking care of me in London. It was December 5, 1897 but even though it was close to Christmas, it felt like spring outside, so warm, unusually warm.
"Sorry Uncle, I missed breakfast. I got back late last night. It won't happen again."
He smiled, walking me to the patio. "Louis left some food out for you, as always. I know the Slaying hasn't been easy for you, having to go each night and hunt those creatures of the night but you are the Chosen One."
"So, people keep telling me." I mumbled back, grabbing some bread, "Uh, I had a strange dream last night. I was in a bedchamber, really cold and I was scared. I think it was a castle or chateau. I was staying there but I couldn't sleep and this strange man came in to comfort me – he was dark, mysterious -- there's more but I don't even want to think about it."
Helsing smiled back, somewhat disturbed. "I'm sure it was probably just nothing. Only a dream, the mind can play tricks on the unconscious, yeah?"
"I guess so but I'm still going to talk to Rielly about it. I mean, one of the powers of the Slayer is prophetic dreams; maybe it meant something."
"I wouldn't worry too much about it. Eat, you missed breakfast and I know you're starved." Helsing stated as he started off, "I'm just going to make a call to my office – I'll be right back my dear."
I frowned, "I better get going too and see Rielly. Good day, Uncle." Disappearing from the garden.
He huffed, "By Gods, if that monster has returned – may God help us all."
**
As I head for the door, I was surprised to see Jack Seward and Christian. Why now all of the times to visit, why now? I smiled politely at them rushing out the door, bypassing them as my Uncle met them. "Thank you, Gentlemen for coming on a short notice. As you know, my niece, the Vampire Slayer, has had a disturbing dream."
Jack frowned, as Christian stepped forward. "Is Sarah all right?"
"She's fine, Christian but I fear the worst. Her dreams are prophetic, which means this one may actually be true and if that is the case, we all in danger, Sarah included. She dreamed of a dark man, in a castle – probably seducing her to the Darkside. My friends, if that is true, we cannot allow this demon to posses her."
Christian nodded, understanding. Christian, had been my long-time sweet heart and when I was called, he supported me, even though he thought it dangerous and believed I was too young and fragile to be the Chosen One. He loved me with all his heart and wouldn't let any harm come to me, even if I could defend myself. "She bypassed us, coming in. Where was she going?"
"To see her Watcher. Listen to me, if this demon is whom I think it is we cannot allow him to get his hands on her. Sarah is the Vampire Slayer and my niece. No harm must come to her."
"Understood, doctor." Jack replied.
**
"Rielly, are you in here? Rielly?" I called, entering the small library of Rielly's equally small home.
Rielly had been called by the Watcher's Council to foresee my training. Though he was very young, he was brilliant and handsome – always on his toes and was lenient on me. The Watcher's Council restricted the Slayer from having an outside life, but Rielly believed I deserved it, especially since my Uncle was all she had left of my family. And in a short amount of time, I had become attached to Rielly too – sort of like another Uncle watching over me. I finally found him, looking over some old books. One of them was marked Vampyr. "Hey."
He turned to me and smiled. "Oh Good morning, or afternoon really. Sleep late this morning?"
I rolled her eyes, sitting down on the table, a frown on my face. "I did, but that's not why I'm here. I know you taught me stuff about the occult and legends – but I was wandering, are any of those legends true? Are they fiction based on fact?"
Rielly shrugged, removing his glasses. "Some yes, but from the detailed accounts of most, you can identify the difference between the two. Why do you ask?"
"...because I had a dream. I don't know if this guy is significant or what – but stay with me here. Dark castle, cold bedchamber, red silk sheets and a very, dark man come to seduce me...and I let him."
Rielly blinked, frowning, "You let him seduce you and you have no idea who this man was?"
"No, and it scared me. Who is this guy? I know he's probably dangerous. Anyone who lives in a castle and wears black on a daily basis with a ghastly expression on his face, has to be evil – but I don't know who he is."
He shrugged back, "Have you talked to anyone else about this?"
I frowned, slumping once again on the table. "When I met my Uncle this morning, I told him but only part of it. I didn't tell him about the seduction. I mean, I know it's just a dream, but Christian would flip out if he knew."
"Rielly, this guy, I need you to find who he is and if he's a threat."
Rielly nodded, understanding as I stood up to leave.
**
Transylvania, Dracula's Castle
Dracula stirred in his sleep – visions of a young woman, blonde and beautiful but who was she? For nights, nothing but those dreams and always, he never remembered her name. All he knew of her was that she was nineteen years old and in his care from wolves outside his castle. But who was this mysterious woman that haunted his dreams? Her sweet smile, deep blue eyes and blonde hair – who was she, this temptress?
"No, I will let her consume me!" he yelled, waking up as one of the sisters walked in.
She smiled, bracing her arms around him. "Troubled sleep, Master?"
He snarled back, pushing her away, "Leave me, whore! I need my sleep; I need to see her ---." Dracula nodded, "Whoever she is, I must have her. I must find her and make her mine." The sister laughed, baring her fangs as he glared at her. "You think this is a joke? I have slept nights, seeing nothing but her face. I must find her; I must find her now. She's destined to be mine – this temptress, this woman."
"...the only thing is this world is to love and be loved in return. She must love me; she must."
**
London
I strolled into the house, walking towards the parlor, where I knew her Uncle, Doctor Seward and Christian were. And even though, women weren't allowed in the parlor – I never abided by the rules. This was my home; my family and it didn't matter. Christian smiled, seeing me enter.
"Sorry about leaving earlier without saying goodbye ---" I started but my Uncle cut me off. "What's going on, Uncle?"
"Sarah, I called Doctor Seward and Christian to see you about your dream and its possible meaning."
I shrugged back, sitting down on the couch. "There's no need. I already talked to Rielly and he agreed to look into it."
He was about to continue with Seward stepped forward, confronting me. "Sarah, I know you think you're invincible because you're the slayer, but this is serious. This dream, this man you saw in your dream ---."
"...Is nothing. I know it's nothing. It was just a dream and Rielly will confirm that as soon as he finds something. I know it's nothing, so there's nothing you all have to worry about." I paused, looking at her Uncle. "Who do you think he is, anyway?"
Helsing sat down, "Awhile back, before you came to England we fought against a dangerous vampire and perhaps the most legendary of them all – Dracule. Sarah, he took the life of Lucy and others and if plans to get you next we need to stop him."
I laughed, "Listen to yourselves! This is insane. This was just a dream I had; nothing else. All girls dream, why not me? Just because I'm the Slayer, doesn't mean I'm necessarily a target. It was a simple dream, Uncle. No harm can come from a dream." I paused again, shrugging, "Besides, you told me Dracula was killed. How ca he be alive again?"
"Resurrected from Hell. The point is, if he is back and you're dreaming about him, most likely there is a telepathic connection between the two of you. A link that needs to be severed before ---"
"...Before I become slave to him and betray my calling as the Slayer? Uncle, you know me. I'm fully dedicated. I wouldn't even dream about it. All of this is crazy. I don't believe it." I shot back, "I know the stories and accounts. I've met vampires before that were disillusioned but I never expected from any of you."
Before any of them could say anything to convince me, Rielly showed up with a book in his hand and a scowl on his face as he confronted me. I smiled hopefully, "Nothing, right? Just a simple 'old dream?"
"I'm afraid not, Sarah. Sarah, your seducer – he's; it's Dracula. But I have no evidence that suggests he actually knows about you."
"Then I'm going to stop this and prove to you all, this is insane." I stubbornly stated, glaring at them all.
Seward nodded, "Listen to us, Sarah!"
"No, you listen to me! I'm the Vampire Slayer, which I have the power to stop Dracula, and I will. This is who I am."
Rielly frowned, "Sarah, you've barely been the Slayer a year. You're not ready for this. Sarah, if you up against Dracula, he'll kill you. Slayers, he hates them – you'll die."
"Not if I kill him first." I rebutted.
"Sarah, sweet heart – think about what you're saying. Dracula, this guy's been around for years; centuries even. You can't fight him." Christian reasoned.
"I understand you're protective of me, but it was my dream, my vision and if it's my destiny – I have to go." I paused, gazing at all of them, "If you guys wanna come too, that's fine. Of course, you could have learned by now since I'm the slayer, protecting me from danger is pointless because no matter where I go, there's always danger. I'm danger girl, what can I do."
**
I honestly, don't know why they treat me like a child when I have the power to kill demons like Dracula. A Vampire Slayer has enough power behind her to strike fear into any demon or evil, doesn't it? I mean, having a couple men back her up is going to make it seem like I'm weak. I have an image to uphold. They shelter me from this world when I all ready know how dangerous it can be. At least my Uncle has reason to. His sister, my mother and father were killed and he fears Dracula will kill me, which is a valid point. But I'm strong. True, I hadn't been training a lot but I'm Slayer Gurl. And American, my father was American so I'm practical, sometimes smarter than those guys [Seward, my Uncle and Christian].
Christian, I know he worries about me the most and I don't blame him. If he knew what I was planning, he'd object, saying it was dangerous and risky and I would say the same thing, but how else am I supposed to get close enough to kill Dracula? So, here's my plan... [Ends diary]
**
"...I infiltrate the castle, claiming to have been attacked by wolves and ask for sanctuary from the Count and stay with him..." I proposed to my friends, all of whom were dumbfounded. They all thought I was crazy, especially my Uncle, who knew Dracula. Not personally, but on a historical, vendetta basis. "What do ya think?"
Jack nodded, aghast I would even suggest such a plan. "Sarah, I know we went through this before but if we have to go through it again, we will. Dracula, evil killer – you, first year Vampire Slayer. You meet Dracula; he finds out who you are – you, dead in grave."
"Correction, Dracula dead in grave. Me, alive. I know how to do my job, besides I didn't take drama classes in London for nothing." I retorted, opening up a trunk, revealing some old clothes. They were shredded, torn and – even some bloodstains for effect. "This was from one of the plays, acting as beggar woman." I scrutinized myself in the mirror, even stuck out my tongue. Very American.
Jack rolled his eyes as Helsing stepped forward, handing me a stake, "And where to you plan to keep the weapons?"
I shrugged, revealing hidden pockets in the coat. "They're big enough to stash crossbows and a couple stakes. Don't worry, Uncle. I'll be fine; I'm not going to betray my calling as the Slayer. I'll die first if it comes to that, or not. I'd like to live to see my 20th birthday, if possible."
**
8th of December, 1901
Dracula's Castle – Dark
Sarah's Diary
Nearing the castle, and noticing how big it was, I couldn't help but feel intimidated. That and I was alone, literally. Jack, Christian, my Uncle and Rielly stayed back in the woods, watching me from afar as I neared the place. If this didn't work, I would have to run real quick. I sucked in my gut and spit on the ground, vaguely hearing Jack's comments on how unsanitary it was. I smiled to myself but quickly frowned again, ripping off a sleeve from the cloak and messing my arm in dirt.
I ran to the castle door, knocking fiercely, crying at the same time, begging for help. "Please, help me! The wolves! Please! Open the door! Please!"
Finally, the door opened only there was no one to greet me, but it didn't stop me from walking in. I scanned around the castle for Dracula or someone. Strangely enough, the castle was nothing like I expected. It wasn't dark, and ancient like I thought it to be; instead it was somewhat bright and tapestry hanging on the wall, which no doubt had been in the family for years and a portrait of Dracula himself above the fireplace in what I presumed to be the dining room. I stared at the portrait, not even noticing Dracula hover behind me.
"I hope the wolves didn't frighten you to death." He stated, shocking me.
I turned to him, barely meeting his dark black eyes. Before coming, my Uncle told me about his eyes and if a girl looked at them, would immediately fall under his spell of seduction. And on the first night, it wouldn't be a good idea. I had to appear weak, but not too weak to fall for his tricks. "I beg of you, please, the wolves, they tried to kill me and I barely got away, tearing and snarling at me...Please, may I stay here to recuperate. I cannot go home because it is too far and I am defenseless against them."
He smiled, brushing away my blonde hair, revealing my face. He frowned, recognizing me though I didn't say anything about it. "Yes, you may stay here...as long as you need. My home is your home."
"Thank you." I whispered, nodding.
Dracula took my hand and kissed it, forcing me to look at him. His eyes...Once I looked at him, I knew I was lost. All my training hadn't prepared me for this; all ready I saw myself in his arms, caressing my skin. He smiled, leading me up the stairs. "My apologies, my name is Count Dracula and you..."
I forced a smile, glancing at him, "Sarah."
"Sarah; Only Sarah?" he questioned, turning to me fully.
I shrugged, not scared anymore. "Only Dracula?"
He laughed, leading me down a hall way towards my room. "Excuse me, but the portrait over the fireplace...he looks, the resemblance." I added.
"My greatest ancestor; he fought in the Holy Wars, what you would call the Crusades. We are an honorable family, tracing many centuries – this castle, belonged to him and has been passed down from father to son for centuries. And now to me."
I smiled, looking at him, "You're proud of who you are?"
"It is an ancient family, but I suppose most families must have their beginnings, their origins – aren't you proud of what you've accomplished in your life?"
"Somewhat; lately, I really haven't had the time to enjoy my life. My parents, they passed away some time ago – a year ago actually. My Uncle is the only family I have." I replied as we stopped in front of the door to my room.
He smiled back, opening the door. Surprisingly, the room wasn't as bad; it was wonderful in fact. A canopy bed and silk white sheets, dresser and a chandelier in the center. It was almost as if he was expecting me. I gulped, feeling my neck. I was beginning to have doubts – what if my plan didn't work? He seemed so nice and generous; I hardly pictured him anymore as a killer. And I felt something inside of me change.
I turned to him and smiled as he walked over to the dresser, picking up a white gown. "I hope you will join my for dinner, Sarah. It is often lonely here and it is very rare I have company, especially that of a beautiful woman." He smiled again and I couldn't help but blush. Dracula walked me over to the dresser and placed the dress over me, "I was right, just you're size – magnificent."
"It sounds like you've expecting me."
He smiled and kissed my neck, dropping his hand slowly down my back. "You will join me for dinner?"
"It would be wrong of me to say no; you have all ready been a wonderful host." I mused, "Is there jewelry to go with this dress?"
Dracula laughed, slipping his hand to my back, rubbing it. "It has been a long time since I have been in the company of a woman, Sarah. If all of this is overwhelming, it is only because I don't want to scare you away. I know I hardly know you, but I want to get to know you and in return, you me."
I sighed, falling back into his arms. "I would like that too, Count – and I will join you for dinner. It's the least I can do to thank you for accepting me into your home."
"There's no need to thank me, Sarah. You are safe with me, safe in this castle – I will let no harm come to you but all I ask in return you smile every once in awhile."
I turned to him and smiled, kissing his cheek. "Still, thank you."
He smiled and kissed my hand once again, taking his leave. I shivered, removing my ragged clothes. I laid the dress on the bed, opening up the cabinets to the dresser. I removed the robe, stashing my stakes and crossbows in the lower compartment then got dressed for dinner.
**
I paced myself coming down the stairs in the elaborate gown the Count provided my for dinner. Hardly here for less than a day and all ready he working on his charm, to seduce me. It was only a matter of time when that would actually happen. But I wasn't going to think about that. I loved Christian with all my heart and even if Dracula did succeed in seducing me, it wouldn't be real. I would still love Christian; all this was just an act to get close to him and kill him. I just hoped he didn't figure out who I was.
I walked into the dining room, clearing my voice. He gazed up at me from the fireplace and smiled. "Beautiful." He whispered as I met him, showing off the gown.
"It is."
He nodded, touching my chin, "I mean the woman behind the dress; you are beautiful, Sarah – would you dance with me?"
I smiled, glancing at the dinner table. "What about dinner? It might get cold."
"Just a small dance, Sarah. Please." I nodded okay as he led me towards the hall and stood behind me, brushing my hand down my side. "You are a goddess."
"There's no music; how are we supposed to dance?"
Dracula laughed, twirling me to him. I felt his breath against my neck as he seductively whispered in my ear, "Have you ever tangoed, Sarah?" I hurriedly nodded no as he dipped me back, abruptly pulling me up again – face to face. He ran his hand down my side, whispering some foreign language in my ear.
It was old tongue, I could tell. As the Slayer, Rielly had taught me different foreign tongues, languages long forgotten – some even dating back to BC. But what he was saying to me, I didn't care. It didn't matter. Somehow, he loosened my hair, allowing my blonde hair to flow to my shoulders. I rushed to his back, dropping down to the floor, my hands flowing around him.
He laughed lightly, surprised I knew the dance even though I said I didn't. I knelt on the floor, panting as he pulled me up again. His hand caressed my neck and breast, swaying softly to the music only we could hear. He twirled me around, pulling me to him – holding me close.
We held each other's gaze for the longest time, my lips leaning more and more towards him but I turned away, dancing to the opposite side of the floor. He wasn't getting me that easily on the first night. I turned, pouting my lips, dropping to my knees, crawling to him.
He smiled, kneeling down as well to receive me but I rebuffed him, kicking my leg in the air and he caught it. Dracula smiled feeling down my leg and then dragging me across the floor. He positioned my leg to grab his back as I faced him, drawing back some to reveal my cleavage. He leaned down to kiss me when I smiled devilishly back at him, raising my other leg to grab his back. He boosted me into the air, catching me in flight, exhausted from the dance.
Dracula smiled, walking me over to the dinner table and setting me down in my seat. He kissed my cheek before pouring wine in my glass. I smiled back as he handed it to me, but as I was about to take it he held it back from me. "How did you know the forbidden dance of love if you had never danced it before?"
I shrugged, "I had an excellent teacher...and I'm a quick study."
He laughed, handing me the glass. Our fingers touched briefly; it was very intimate and deep – I had another flash. In this one, he pulled off my gown and kissed my nipple. I flushed, nodding as he sat down. "You truly are magnificent. I have met no one like you before in my time; no one as passionate about the dance of forbidden love."
I smiled; the rest of dinner spent in silence.
**
Christian growled, looking out the window towards Dracula's castle. To think I was alone with him and completely defenseless, defenseless in the sense that no matter what – I would fall under his spell of seduction and forget about him. He turned away from the window, sitting back down on the bed. They had rented a room in one of the taverns, not too far from his castle and me.
"Don't worry, Christian – Sarah will not allow herself to fall for him. She only needs to get close enough to kill him." Helsing stated, smiling reassuringly.
He only huffed, "Only how close is too close, Doctor?" Christian looked again at the window, "She maybe the Vampire Slayer, but she is just a girl which means she's vulnerable to his powers. She knows that and yet she is determined to kill him."
Jack nodded, "She's determined, Christian because she's the slayer. She has to do this; it's who she is. And stubborn; we all try to protect her from evil even though evil follows her no matter where she goes, but we have to remember she's not defenseless."
"I know the both of you went through this before – you lost Lucy and almost Mina Murray to that bastard, but Sarah, no. I love her and if Dracula kills her, he's going to pay for it." Christian mused as Helsing sat back in his chair, smoking his cigar in silence.
"Jack, Christian, Dr. Van Helsing." Rielly stated as he entered the room with a telegraph in his hand, "I've received notice from the Watcher's Council; they want us to keep an eye on Dracula and Sarah but if anything goes wrong, to aide her however possible."
Helsing frowned, "How does the Council know we are here?"
Rielly shrugged, handing Helsing the telegraph. "They've been watching Dracula's castle; when one of their spies saw Sarah; they must have noticed the Council."
"This is dangerous; she shouldn't be in there!" Christian roared, "We should just kill Dracula and go home. Why does she have to do this? Why does she have to make this her personal crusade?"
"It's personal, Christian, because they are both the Chosen One – Sarah's of the light; he is darkness. If she is to kill Dracula, she must get him to trust her – she had the premonition; there was all ready a telepathic link between them. She has to follow this through, despite our fears. Sarah is strong, mentally and physically. She will not fail; she can't fail." Helsing stated, "So many Slayers have been lost over the centuries to demons and vampires, but none like Dracula. If she is to fight him, it is on her terms – not ours. This her fight and we must understand that."
Christian laughed, "She's barely 20, Doctor. She's your niece – how can you allow this?"
He huffed, sitting back, "I allow this because I know she will ultimately win in the end and we will be free of his terror. Sarah can pull it off." Helsing glanced at Rielly, "Trust in her strength; her inner strength Christian and the fact that she loves only you and no one else."
"So, you think she won't sleep with him?"
He shrugged, "It depends on how strong Sarah is; if she is strong enough, she will refuse him but she won't allow herself to fall easily to him. She's smarter than that." Helsing pausing, laughing, "...and stubborn. She's always been stubborn; she got that from her mother."
"I still don't like this; I trust Sarah, I do but with Dracula – I don't trust she will be strong enough to resist him."
Helsing took a smoke, "Then all we have fought so hard to protect, will be lost and we have lost her."
Christian nodded, walking back to the window, staring once again at the castle, wandering what was going on there and if I was safe from him.
TBC
