"I'm the son,
I'm the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar,
I'm the son and heir,
Of nothing in particular.
You shut your mouth, how can you say
I go about things the wrong way?
I am not human but I need to be loved,
Just like everybody else does..."
TATU-"How Soon Is Now?" (I edited some parts of the lyrics)
By dawn, the trio was on their way to Romania. Carl was totally in thrall of Iilana while Gabriel kept a wary eye on her. And, held a loaded pistol just in case she felt the need to become a female Judas.
I would gladly use her for target practice then,
He thought viciously. And they were off.
The horses were pure Andulusian, so a three-day journey did not tire them so. However, even monster slayers and demons need a respite, so, they tied their horses to a tree before building a fire. The blistering cold made it difficult to set the logs alight.
"Allow me."
In seconds, a warm fire appeared upon the logs, courtesy of Iilana.
"Thanks,"
muttered Gabriel.
"How can we thank you?"
gushed Carl.
Her eyes suddenly widened.
"Close your eyes, Carl,"
she said before walking towards him. She was kissing close.
Gabriel looked up in shock. She only knew Carl for three days and she was coming on to him?!
Carl, on the other hand, was ecstatic.
"Now? Really, we've just-
"DO IT!"
Terrified, he did so. As she leaned in-as if to kiss him-, her hand came up in a blur- and grabbed the SERPENT ON CARL'S SHOULDER! She tightened the grip on the serpent, breaking its neck.
"You can open your eyes now."
Carl nearly passed out at the serpent in her hands. Gabriel just gaped.
"Anyone up for snake tonight?"
No one answered.
The mysterious woman gazed at her crystal ball, smiling maliciously all the while. After so long, she finally found Iilana. There she was, sleeping against a tree trunk, her katanas close by. Next to her, some monk-or was it a friar? Didn't matter. But what was this-
"Van Helsing."
She smiled indulgently. My, what a charmer he was, watching over the two.
"Piper! Pieta!"
Two little foxes leapt to her side.
"Go send for Erik. Tell him I wish to speak with him. When you are done, release the Hell Hound. Now go."
The foxes scampered away at once.
She turned back to her crystal ball and giggled like a naughty schoolgirl.
"Let the fun begin."
Morning came. Gabriel was asleep and Carl now stood watch over everyone. He just started his shift at around 3am. He decided to wake everyone up, starting with Iilana. He shuddered at her reflexes yesterday. Strangely, he felt a tinge of disappointment. He shook it off and went over to Iilana's side. She looked so peaceful asleep and all. He was about to gently shake her awake when in a spilt second; she unsheathed her katana in one hand, grabbed Carl by the scruff of his neck with the other, and placed he katana against Carl's throat. Her feral appearance melted when she realized it was he and she released him.
"What was that about?"
demanded Gabriel, very much awake.
"Sorry-I thought he was an attacker,"
she muttered sheepishly.
Carl was rubbing his throat, gasping for air.
"Shall we ?"
She asked, to cut the tension in the air.
A beautiful young man with emerald green eyes, very long red hair loosely tied with a ribbon and porcelain skin sat on the balcony, alongside Circe. He wore fine gray clothes and had the eyes and skill of a professional assassin.
"Who do you want dead?"
Asked Erik.
"No one, Erik. I just want to have fun with an old friend of mine-
"What is it of any importance to me?"
"You wanted her a long time ago, Erik, Remember?"
His blood chilled.
"Iilana?"
"Methinks she fancies another,"
purred Circe, provoking him to murderous rage.
"You lie. Who is it?"
"I don't know. But from what I know, she and two men are travelling to Romania to see a certain Anna Valerious. Go with the Hell-Hound-and my blessings."
He grinned, revealing inhuman fangs.
"Certainly, lady Circe."
Snapping his fingers, the Hell-Hound appeared by his side, growling. It was a huge, shaggy beast, with fire all around its form. Drawing his wings, he metamorphosed into his demon shape before leaving.
Iilana, I shall find you soon...
By dawn, the trio was on their way to Romania. Carl was totally in thrall of Iilana while Gabriel kept a wary eye on her. And, held a loaded pistol just in case she felt the need to become a female Judas.
I would gladly use her for target practice then,
He thought viciously. And they were off.
The horses were pure Andulusian, so a three-day journey did not tire them so. However, even monster slayers and demons need a respite, so, they tied their horses to a tree before building a fire. The blistering cold made it difficult to set the logs alight.
"Allow me."
In seconds, a warm fire appeared upon the logs, courtesy of Iilana.
"Thanks,"
muttered Gabriel.
"How can we thank you?"
gushed Carl.
Her eyes suddenly widened.
"Close your eyes, Carl,"
she said before walking towards him. She was kissing close.
Gabriel looked up in shock. She only knew Carl for three days and she was coming on to him?!
Carl, on the other hand, was ecstatic.
"Now? Really, we've just-
"DO IT!"
Terrified, he did so. As she leaned in-as if to kiss him-, her hand came up in a blur- and grabbed the SERPENT ON CARL'S SHOULDER! She tightened the grip on the serpent, breaking its neck.
"You can open your eyes now."
Carl nearly passed out at the serpent in her hands. Gabriel just gaped.
"Anyone up for snake tonight?"
No one answered.
The mysterious woman gazed at her crystal ball, smiling maliciously all the while. After so long, she finally found Iilana. There she was, sleeping against a tree trunk, her katanas close by. Next to her, some monk-or was it a friar? Didn't matter. But what was this-
"Van Helsing."
She smiled indulgently. My, what a charmer he was, watching over the two.
"Piper! Pieta!"
Two little foxes leapt to her side.
"Go send for Erik. Tell him I wish to speak with him. When you are done, release the Hell Hound. Now go."
The foxes scampered away at once.
She turned back to her crystal ball and giggled like a naughty schoolgirl.
"Let the fun begin."
Morning came. Gabriel was asleep and Carl now stood watch over everyone. He just started his shift at around 3am. He decided to wake everyone up, starting with Iilana. He shuddered at her reflexes yesterday. Strangely, he felt a tinge of disappointment. He shook it off and went over to Iilana's side. She looked so peaceful asleep and all. He was about to gently shake her awake when in a spilt second; she unsheathed her katana in one hand, grabbed Carl by the scruff of his neck with the other, and placed he katana against Carl's throat. Her feral appearance melted when she realized it was he and she released him.
"What was that about?"
demanded Gabriel, very much awake.
"Sorry-I thought he was an attacker,"
she muttered sheepishly.
Carl was rubbing his throat, gasping for air.
"Shall we ?"
She asked, to cut the tension in the air.
A beautiful young man with emerald green eyes, very long red hair loosely tied with a ribbon and porcelain skin sat on the balcony, alongside Circe. He wore fine gray clothes and had the eyes and skill of a professional assassin.
"Who do you want dead?"
Asked Erik.
"No one, Erik. I just want to have fun with an old friend of mine-
"What is it of any importance to me?"
"You wanted her a long time ago, Erik, Remember?"
His blood chilled.
"Iilana?"
"Methinks she fancies another,"
purred Circe, provoking him to murderous rage.
"You lie. Who is it?"
"I don't know. But from what I know, she and two men are travelling to Romania to see a certain Anna Valerious. Go with the Hell-Hound-and my blessings."
He grinned, revealing inhuman fangs.
"Certainly, lady Circe."
Snapping his fingers, the Hell-Hound appeared by his side, growling. It was a huge, shaggy beast, with fire all around its form. Drawing his wings, he metamorphosed into his demon shape before leaving.
Iilana, I shall find you soon...