The Little Halloween Girl: She Ain't So Little Anymore

by Ryoken

"Make sure that he does NOT get out, understood?" Said a familiar voice.

"Sir!"

"And please, do come and tell me when he's awoken."

"Yes sir!"

Rahab opened his eyes and attempted to get up when there was a slight pain in his neck. So instead, he sat up and rubbed his neck. Eyes looked upon him unknowingly.

"Ahh, I see our little friend has finally decided to awaken," came Shek'ron's voice.

"What the hell do you want with me, old man," Rahab said, now standing.

The wizard laughed haughtily. "Look out the window, vampire lord."

He did. Servants were decorating the fortress courtyard for what he assumed to be a wedding ceremony. "What kind of game are you playing at, wizard??" He said, gripping the bars of the jail.

"No game, Lord Rahab. I have use of her."

"Don't tell me you're making her wed you!"

"You're smarter than you look, vampire." Rahab was so surprised that he could only stutter.

"Why do you care for that woman, Rahab? She's a human, not a vampire...unless, of course, you have sort of sentimental attachment to her?" Rahab slightly blushed. "Perhaps even slept with her?"

"Now THAT is ridiculous, I never did such a thing!" He argued.

"Then explain why my mercenaries found her in your tent at your own camp, asleep and hardly clothed? You're in denial, but then, what am I to expect from vermin like you?" He said, slightly smiling evilly towards him.

"What possible use could you have of her?"

"Ahh, now that is the irony of it all. You see, I have a spell. A spell that will annihilate the vampire race! But in order for this spell to work, I must have a wife who's slept with what it is that I wish to destroy. An affair type of spell, except more...spread out, if you will."

"I've ne'er heard of such a spell! It cannot exist-"

"Ahh, but it does! You'll believe me when you start to see your own kin die before your very eyes," he said, almost being cut off with the sound of the clashing of swords. "Ahh, there they are now." Rahab went to the window. It was true, his kin were fighting down below. "Just as I have planned. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have business matters to attend to," he left quickly.

"Damn it!!" He said, shaking the bars violently, then giving up and sitting on the cot.

"Ye won' be gettin' outta there so easily, vampire. Not while I'm on duty!" The guard said proudly.

Rahab saw his chance. "Oh no?" He swiftly grabbed the Sarafan by the neck and forced his head to crash into the bars several times before he died. He took the keys and quickly unlocked the door, scrambling to find Sara.

"Where could his lordship be in this foul place??" Lorent muttered.

"Sir, we've spotted him running through the halls of the fortress!" Treck and Jythryl said. "Up there!" They pointed at the windows and could clearly see Rahab running somewhere. And then he was gone from view.

"Follow and help him!" Lorent ordered and the vampires began to crowd into the walls of the fortress. "I hope he's all right..."

While passing a door, Rahab thought he heard a voice. Damn it, they've started already?!

"She does."

Crash!

"No, she does not!"

"Guards, kill him! Hurry up!" said the wizard gruffly. Rahab quickly disposed of the guards and grabbed one of their swords.

"Then by God's-"

"NO!" And he cleanly and swiftly decapitated the priest.

"How DARE you!" the wizard said, turning around and using his staff to fling Rahab into a wall. "You cannot hope to save your hide, I planned for a rebellion such as this. Come, dear," he said, taking Sara gently by the arm, "I'll merely transport us to the nearest priest. You'll never find us, again," he said.

He began to raise his staff so that he might bring it down again, but in doing so, he made the error of letting Rahab go from the wall. Thanking the dark gods for vampires' incredible speed, Rahab lunged, knocking away Shek'ron's grip on her arm just as the staff touched the ground, and he alone disappeared. Alone now, Rahab had the chance to admire how radiant she looked in that dress. However, he was in the awkward position of being on top of Sara. Blushing, Rahab quickly got off and helped her up, but strangely, she didn't seem to be herself.

"Sara? Sara, are you all right?" He said, shaking her gently by her bare shoulders. She seemed to just stare off into space. "Damn that mage. He must have put you under some sort of spell." He placed his hands delicately around her face. "Please gods, let her wake up." And he briefly kissed her. Suddenly, she seemed to take a shuddering gasp and she appeared to regain herself.

"Where...where am I?" She said. Then she gazed down at herself. "The hell am I doing in a wedding dress, Rahab?!!??" she practically yelled.

"Shhh, you'll bring the whole Sarafan army down upon us," he said, chuckling a little.

"You think this is funny?!!-"

"No, I don't. My apologies," he said, with a small bow. She was about to speak when he interrupted. "I cannot explain here, we must get out of here now."

"Well, well, well."

"Shak'ron." Rahab said, turning to face the old man, who looked as though he'd run a mile, as he stood in the doorway.

"Shakwho?"

"I see you've re-awakened her, vampire. So what I said is true, then."

"What's he talking about, Rahab?" Sara said, turning to face him.

"As I said before, that's ridiculous!"

"Rahab, what is he talking about?!"

"In order to awaken her from that, you HAD to kiss her. There's no other way to break unless I undid it. It's very unfortunate that you ruined my plan, and for that, this time you will die!" Shek'ron almost flew across the room in order to bash him with his staff when Sara stepped in the way and instead, bashed his head with a nearby vase.

"That'll teach you!!" She yelled as Shek'ron lied on the floor.

But instead of staying on the floor, he began to move and get up, his face incredibly bloody.

"You will be MINE!!!"

Rahab took Sara's hand and they ran out of the room down the hall. But Shek'ron followed them, his feet not touching the ground. Ahead of them, Treck and Jythryl appeared, apparently searching for him. When Treck saw him, he tapped Jythryl's shoulder and pointed at the scene. She looked and then hit Treck over the head and hurried to Rahab.

"Are you all right, sire?!" She said.

"So far, give me your sword!" She quickly handed it to him and he turned around to come face to face with the wizard, who was stabbed with the protruding blade. He staggered back, then fell backwards to the floor. Rahab and Sara breathed a sigh of relief. Rahab turned around to face the two scouts. "Good work, you two."

"Thank you, milord!" They said in union, along with a bow.

"Oh Rahab..." came a rusty voice behind. He turned to see that wizard, standing up, sword in hand. He quickly tried to impale Rahab through the heart, but swaggered and it went through his chest. Then he finally fell in defeat.

"Oh my God, are you ok, Rahab!?" Sara said, trying to pull the sword free, but not exactly having the muscle to do it. Jythryl pulled it out for her.

"I...I'm all right..." he said as they leaned him against the wall. Lorent finally appeared, being nearby and hear the ruckus.

"Oh gods, Treck, Jythryl, come with me quickly! We must get him back to the abbey. You, uh..."

"Sara."

"Sara, you stay here and watch over him." She nodded, and they left.

"Sara...I'm sorry that...you got dragged into all of this..."

"It's ok. It's all over now. You're gonna be just fine," she said, smiling encouragingly, taking his hand.

"I must...apologize for...for my actions eariler..."

"What? You mean, kissing me?"

"Yes...I can only...hope that you'll...forgive me."

Sara bit her lip for a moment, and gently kissed him. Then she smiled. "There. Now we're even."

He laughed slightly, and then the three vampires, along with some others, came in.

"Hurry, we do not have much time before those Sarafan come," said Lorent. They carried him out on a make-shift stretcher and carefully dodged the warring vampires and Sarafan, with a few incidences in-between. When they were outside the walls, Treck and Jythryl went back inside and brought out a cart that they had seen on their way in. Gently placing him on it, they began to go back to the abbey.

Treck and Jythryl sat on one side of the cart while Sara sat on the other, trying not to make too much eye contact with them. However, Treck was too curious about the scene that was seen there, and he just had to ask.

"Are you two...?" Jythryl slapped him upside the head. "Ow!"

Sara looked at him. "No no no no no, we're just friends."

"Oh."

"Hey, I just remembered. Shouldn't the army know where we're going?" Sara said.

Jythryl slapped her own forehead. "Darn! How could we be so forgetful. We're going to have to send someone to go back." Sara and Jythryl looked at Treck while Treck looked at Sara.

"Who...me?" He said.

"Yup," Jythryl said, and she pushed him off the cart, making him roll on the ground.

"Well that was uncalled for," Sara said.

"Sure it was, he's my husband. Sometimes he just needs to cool off by doing some long-range walkin'," Jythryl said. And for once, both human and vampire together.

When they arrived at the entrance of Rahab's room in the abbey, Sara and Jythryl got off the cart to carry Rahab, but Lorent tried cutting Sara off.

"Sorry, miss, but perhaps-"

"Hey, I may not be as strong as a vampire is, but I'm not totally helpless here," she said with a smile. He got out of her way, and allowed her to help.

"You tell 'em!" Jythryl said, only looking away from Lorent when he looked angrily at her. "Don't worry, as he's second-in-command, he thinks everything's his responsibility."

"It is! At least when our Lord is incapable of performing his duties, anyway."

They laid him down on his bed, and started to leave to allow him to rest when Rahab spoke up.

"Sara, wait."

She stopped and turned around to look at him.

"Please...stay here for a while."

She nodded, and when the door was closed, she sat down next to him.

"You should probably get some rest, Rahab."

"Yes, but I just...want to tell you that...I think that you look...incredibly stunning," he said, placing his hand on her cheek.

She blushed incredibly. "Th-thank you." She brought up her hand over his. "Perhaps it's best if you rested now."

He nodded, almost unwillingly, and fell instantly asleep. Sara stayed there for quite some time, holding his hand, before she got up and sat in a chair and asleep herself.

Aww, warm fuzzies! So is this the end? Or might there be more to our tale?