Saving Her
Pep Talks and Homecomings Disclaimer: I do own PC, I do own PC. Maybe if I say it enough it'll come true!
Rafe's flight to Transylvannia left at 2 PM that day. He barely made it. After a prolonged and tearful goodbye with Alison, Rafe had to make sure Lucy was equipped to handle any vampire attacks. He wasn't even able to get out of his apartment until 12:30.
Ian drove Rafe to the airport. "So, do you know what you're looking for?" he asked in his thick Irish accent.
"Not a clue," Rafe answer quietly as he stared out the window.
Ian hated to see his friend in such pain. Especially because he knew how it felt himself. "Hey, it's gonna to be alright. We'll find what we need, and Alison will be okay."
"But what if she's not okay, Ian! What if I can't find what I need to make her better? What if-"
"Hey!" Ian said, interrupting Rafe. "Don't talk like that. That won't get you anywhere. You need to believe that you can do this, Rafe. Just have faith. That's what you've always told me."
"Yeah, I know," Rafe replied. "But this is different. In all the time I've been fighting the vampires, I knew that everyone was in danger. But I was able to hold onto the strength to be there for everyone. But now, this isn't just a threat. Alison has this disease, and right now she is in more danger than she has ever been. Ian, I have never been so afraid as I am right now."
"Rafe," Ian started, "You're right. I'm not gonna argue that it's just as easy to be strong when the one you love is in danger. The way I see it, Alison is your only weakness. She is the one thing in your life that you just can't loose, and you can loose control when you think she's in danger. All rationality goes right out the window. But at the same time she is your greatest strength. She is the one that makes you want to keep this town safe. She is the reason that you fight so hard against all the evil forces that tend to reside around here. Yes, you want to protect everyone else, but she is that push that gets you going. And I can guaranty you that this time will be no different. She will push you to find a way to stop this."
Rafe looked as friend and let out a small smile. "Thanks, Ian," he said.
Ian simply smiled back.
~*~*~*~*~
The flight from Port Charles to Transylvannia was a long and grueling one. Rafe couldn't get off the plain fast enough. Right before they landed, he had put on dark sunglasses and a cap. He didn't want anyone to recognize him as Rafe Kovich, the "deceased" vampire slayer. He rushed from the airport as soon as he could, called a streetcar, and was on his way home.
Rafe had lived in a very large house that he had inherited from his mother. It had belonged to his family for longer than he knew. It was a secluded old building, located on the edge of the forest and away from the city. When he saw it, he was surprised by how shabby it now looked. They gray paint was peeling, roof shingles barely held on, and a few of the windows were shattered. Of course, this was not a big surprise, since no one had lived there after Rafe. For some reason, they just didn't feel comfortably living in the house of a dead vampire slayer. It didn't matter much to Rafe though. It just made it that much easier to get in and find out how to help Alison.
After paying the streetcar driver, Rafe approached the old house. The door was locked, but it didn't matter much because the house was so beaten down that Rafe could simply kick the door open. He found the house exactly the way he had left it. It didn't appear that anyone had even been here to clean out his stuff. He found books he had been reading on his old coffee table, photographs of his family, and even his dirty laundry! The only think that seemed to have changed was that the electricity had been long ago turned off.
'Good,' Rafe thought. 'This means that no one would have touched my training materials.'
At the back of the house was a door. Most would think that it was nothing special, just another door. Perhaps it was a broom closet. Of course, in the house of a slayer, nothing is as is seems. This door was also locked. The difference was that the lock was too strong to be broken by a kick. It needed a key. Rafe took his fleur-de-lis (A/N: For those who don't know, that is the charm Rafe wears on his necklace) and slid it sideways into the keyhole. Gently turning it, a click sounded. Rafe removed his charm from the hole and opened the door.
Directly inside the door was a steep staircase. It leaded into an area so dark that it impossible to see what was down there. Because the house had no electricity anymore, Rafe had to find an old oil lantern before descending. When he finally did, an amazing site beheld him. This entire section of the house was filled with materials he had used for training in his youth. There were stakes, crossbows, silver bullets, you name it. And among all of these weapons were scores and scores of books. They were all covered in a thick coat of dust, even thicker then those that covered the items upstairs. All of them were quite thick. Some were written in English, some Hungarian (Fortunately, Rafe had been forced to learn both languages). They were exactly what Rafe had been looking for. 'Somewhere in these books is what I need to save Alison,' he thought.
Rafe began pouring through the books. He devoured one after another. Each time he found nothing. He was now four hours into this search and had gown threw countless books. But every time he came up empty-handed, he had even more faith that the next book would hold the answers. And the whole time Ian's words echoed through his head-"She will push you until you find a way to stop this."
Rafe didn't know how late it was. He was growing tired, but he kept going. Finally, he picked an old, heavy book. He began to look through it. When he was about halfway done, he saw something that made him stop dead. He drew in a sharp breath, and was visibly trembling.
"Oh my God."
Pep Talks and Homecomings Disclaimer: I do own PC, I do own PC. Maybe if I say it enough it'll come true!
Rafe's flight to Transylvannia left at 2 PM that day. He barely made it. After a prolonged and tearful goodbye with Alison, Rafe had to make sure Lucy was equipped to handle any vampire attacks. He wasn't even able to get out of his apartment until 12:30.
Ian drove Rafe to the airport. "So, do you know what you're looking for?" he asked in his thick Irish accent.
"Not a clue," Rafe answer quietly as he stared out the window.
Ian hated to see his friend in such pain. Especially because he knew how it felt himself. "Hey, it's gonna to be alright. We'll find what we need, and Alison will be okay."
"But what if she's not okay, Ian! What if I can't find what I need to make her better? What if-"
"Hey!" Ian said, interrupting Rafe. "Don't talk like that. That won't get you anywhere. You need to believe that you can do this, Rafe. Just have faith. That's what you've always told me."
"Yeah, I know," Rafe replied. "But this is different. In all the time I've been fighting the vampires, I knew that everyone was in danger. But I was able to hold onto the strength to be there for everyone. But now, this isn't just a threat. Alison has this disease, and right now she is in more danger than she has ever been. Ian, I have never been so afraid as I am right now."
"Rafe," Ian started, "You're right. I'm not gonna argue that it's just as easy to be strong when the one you love is in danger. The way I see it, Alison is your only weakness. She is the one thing in your life that you just can't loose, and you can loose control when you think she's in danger. All rationality goes right out the window. But at the same time she is your greatest strength. She is the one that makes you want to keep this town safe. She is the reason that you fight so hard against all the evil forces that tend to reside around here. Yes, you want to protect everyone else, but she is that push that gets you going. And I can guaranty you that this time will be no different. She will push you to find a way to stop this."
Rafe looked as friend and let out a small smile. "Thanks, Ian," he said.
Ian simply smiled back.
~*~*~*~*~
The flight from Port Charles to Transylvannia was a long and grueling one. Rafe couldn't get off the plain fast enough. Right before they landed, he had put on dark sunglasses and a cap. He didn't want anyone to recognize him as Rafe Kovich, the "deceased" vampire slayer. He rushed from the airport as soon as he could, called a streetcar, and was on his way home.
Rafe had lived in a very large house that he had inherited from his mother. It had belonged to his family for longer than he knew. It was a secluded old building, located on the edge of the forest and away from the city. When he saw it, he was surprised by how shabby it now looked. They gray paint was peeling, roof shingles barely held on, and a few of the windows were shattered. Of course, this was not a big surprise, since no one had lived there after Rafe. For some reason, they just didn't feel comfortably living in the house of a dead vampire slayer. It didn't matter much to Rafe though. It just made it that much easier to get in and find out how to help Alison.
After paying the streetcar driver, Rafe approached the old house. The door was locked, but it didn't matter much because the house was so beaten down that Rafe could simply kick the door open. He found the house exactly the way he had left it. It didn't appear that anyone had even been here to clean out his stuff. He found books he had been reading on his old coffee table, photographs of his family, and even his dirty laundry! The only think that seemed to have changed was that the electricity had been long ago turned off.
'Good,' Rafe thought. 'This means that no one would have touched my training materials.'
At the back of the house was a door. Most would think that it was nothing special, just another door. Perhaps it was a broom closet. Of course, in the house of a slayer, nothing is as is seems. This door was also locked. The difference was that the lock was too strong to be broken by a kick. It needed a key. Rafe took his fleur-de-lis (A/N: For those who don't know, that is the charm Rafe wears on his necklace) and slid it sideways into the keyhole. Gently turning it, a click sounded. Rafe removed his charm from the hole and opened the door.
Directly inside the door was a steep staircase. It leaded into an area so dark that it impossible to see what was down there. Because the house had no electricity anymore, Rafe had to find an old oil lantern before descending. When he finally did, an amazing site beheld him. This entire section of the house was filled with materials he had used for training in his youth. There were stakes, crossbows, silver bullets, you name it. And among all of these weapons were scores and scores of books. They were all covered in a thick coat of dust, even thicker then those that covered the items upstairs. All of them were quite thick. Some were written in English, some Hungarian (Fortunately, Rafe had been forced to learn both languages). They were exactly what Rafe had been looking for. 'Somewhere in these books is what I need to save Alison,' he thought.
Rafe began pouring through the books. He devoured one after another. Each time he found nothing. He was now four hours into this search and had gown threw countless books. But every time he came up empty-handed, he had even more faith that the next book would hold the answers. And the whole time Ian's words echoed through his head-"She will push you until you find a way to stop this."
Rafe didn't know how late it was. He was growing tired, but he kept going. Finally, he picked an old, heavy book. He began to look through it. When he was about halfway done, he saw something that made him stop dead. He drew in a sharp breath, and was visibly trembling.
"Oh my God."