Chapter 4: Meetings and Mixed Emotions
Van Helsing flipped open a huge textbook, lined with dust of centuries. He, Carl, and Destiny had been spending the last 24 hours pouring over books, charts and maps to see if there was any way to get to Kalyn and find the whereabouts of Desiré. Carl had left them several hours before, refusing to tell them why. After returning several hours later, Destiny took a deep breath and said the thought that had evidently been on her mind for the past day.
"I know what I need to do." She said, closing her eyes against an inner struggle.
"And what might that be?" Carl asked, concerned at his friend's upset state. She met eyes with the two, and explained her plan.
"We should go to Notre Dame. The services will end early enough for us to get in safely. Kalyn will follow me in. I get the information out of him, kill him and it is over with."
Van Helsing stood up. "No way." He said shaking his head. "I am here to protect you, no chance of you getting yourself killed in my charge." Destiny sighed.
"How did I know you were going to say that? The beams in the church are large enough for you two to stay up there while I talk to Kalyn. If anything happens, you will be there to assist." Carl and Van Helsing thought that over.
"Okay," Van Helsing relented. "But do anything stupid (likely) and I will drag you out personally." Destiny smiled.
"Deal."
Even though it seemed too much like a trap to Van Helsing as he sat outside the church of Notre Dame, he knew that Destiny was too stubborn to be coaxed out of it. Like Anna, he mused. No! His thoughts yelled back at him. You loved Anna, but she is gone. Don't betray her memory by falling for another with the same personality.
"Okay" Destiny called, breaking the silence. Van Helsing pulled Carl up to stand beside him. "The monks won't be in the church for the next six hours. I know that you guys know the beams, so get into position." The men obliged, and Carl went up first to check the ideal location.
"Don't do anything stupid," Destiny said, sharpening a long stake. She was wearing a long red dress, complete with ruby bracelet, and choker necklace. Van Helsing didn't really know why, but he supposed that they had history. Sliding the razor-sharp piece of wood under her sleeve, she turned back to her partner.
"Take care of yourself," Van Helsing said quietly. Then, louder he elaborated. "Kill the guy, don't do anything to get him to do the same." She laughed.
"I wouldn't dream of it," She smiled. Then, turning around, she walked to her post in the middle of the church, in front of the altar.
"You think she will be okay?" Carl asked when Van Helsing met him, and settled cat-like on a thick rafter.
"No." Van Helsing replied. "She'll do something stupid, and nearly get herself killed. It is like women to do that to me." Carl nodded, agreeing completely.
It was nearly two hours before Kalyn made an appearance at the church. Quieter then most vampires, Van Helsing hoped that a stake would penetrate him.
"Wait a second," Van Helsing asked, remembering something very important.
"What?" Carl asked. "It is a little late to change plans."
"What if he tries to turn her?" He asked, ready to jump out of the rafters as the vampire walked closer.
"Don't worry about it," Carl said. "I have given her a few concoctions that will kill him and protect her if he does. I haven't had the opportunity to test them, but I am over 50 percent sure that they will work." Van Helsing shook his head, unconvinced.
The vampire suddenly looked up, revealing his icy eyes. Not seeing anything, he turned and kept walking towards Destiny. She had evidently felt his presence, but didn't turn around to face him.
"Why are you letting me come?" Kalyn asked, pulling off his cloak. Destiny turned around, her eyes meeting his.
"Maybe I don't want to fight any more." She said, taking a step forward. He raised a silver eyebrow.
"Really?" He asked, his smooth face feigning shock. Destiny took another step forward.
"I don't." She said confidently. He smiled, revealing inch-long incisors.
"Really." He commented. Faster then Carl or Van Helsing could blink; Kalyn stepped forwards, wrapped his arms around Destiny and sank his fangs into her neck.
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Van Helsing flipped open a huge textbook, lined with dust of centuries. He, Carl, and Destiny had been spending the last 24 hours pouring over books, charts and maps to see if there was any way to get to Kalyn and find the whereabouts of Desiré. Carl had left them several hours before, refusing to tell them why. After returning several hours later, Destiny took a deep breath and said the thought that had evidently been on her mind for the past day.
"I know what I need to do." She said, closing her eyes against an inner struggle.
"And what might that be?" Carl asked, concerned at his friend's upset state. She met eyes with the two, and explained her plan.
"We should go to Notre Dame. The services will end early enough for us to get in safely. Kalyn will follow me in. I get the information out of him, kill him and it is over with."
Van Helsing stood up. "No way." He said shaking his head. "I am here to protect you, no chance of you getting yourself killed in my charge." Destiny sighed.
"How did I know you were going to say that? The beams in the church are large enough for you two to stay up there while I talk to Kalyn. If anything happens, you will be there to assist." Carl and Van Helsing thought that over.
"Okay," Van Helsing relented. "But do anything stupid (likely) and I will drag you out personally." Destiny smiled.
"Deal."
Even though it seemed too much like a trap to Van Helsing as he sat outside the church of Notre Dame, he knew that Destiny was too stubborn to be coaxed out of it. Like Anna, he mused. No! His thoughts yelled back at him. You loved Anna, but she is gone. Don't betray her memory by falling for another with the same personality.
"Okay" Destiny called, breaking the silence. Van Helsing pulled Carl up to stand beside him. "The monks won't be in the church for the next six hours. I know that you guys know the beams, so get into position." The men obliged, and Carl went up first to check the ideal location.
"Don't do anything stupid," Destiny said, sharpening a long stake. She was wearing a long red dress, complete with ruby bracelet, and choker necklace. Van Helsing didn't really know why, but he supposed that they had history. Sliding the razor-sharp piece of wood under her sleeve, she turned back to her partner.
"Take care of yourself," Van Helsing said quietly. Then, louder he elaborated. "Kill the guy, don't do anything to get him to do the same." She laughed.
"I wouldn't dream of it," She smiled. Then, turning around, she walked to her post in the middle of the church, in front of the altar.
"You think she will be okay?" Carl asked when Van Helsing met him, and settled cat-like on a thick rafter.
"No." Van Helsing replied. "She'll do something stupid, and nearly get herself killed. It is like women to do that to me." Carl nodded, agreeing completely.
It was nearly two hours before Kalyn made an appearance at the church. Quieter then most vampires, Van Helsing hoped that a stake would penetrate him.
"Wait a second," Van Helsing asked, remembering something very important.
"What?" Carl asked. "It is a little late to change plans."
"What if he tries to turn her?" He asked, ready to jump out of the rafters as the vampire walked closer.
"Don't worry about it," Carl said. "I have given her a few concoctions that will kill him and protect her if he does. I haven't had the opportunity to test them, but I am over 50 percent sure that they will work." Van Helsing shook his head, unconvinced.
The vampire suddenly looked up, revealing his icy eyes. Not seeing anything, he turned and kept walking towards Destiny. She had evidently felt his presence, but didn't turn around to face him.
"Why are you letting me come?" Kalyn asked, pulling off his cloak. Destiny turned around, her eyes meeting his.
"Maybe I don't want to fight any more." She said, taking a step forward. He raised a silver eyebrow.
"Really?" He asked, his smooth face feigning shock. Destiny took another step forward.
"I don't." She said confidently. He smiled, revealing inch-long incisors.
"Really." He commented. Faster then Carl or Van Helsing could blink; Kalyn stepped forwards, wrapped his arms around Destiny and sank his fangs into her neck.
Man, doesn't everyone love cliffies? Okay, you readers are supposed to hate me, but don't take it out on the REVIEW button. That is what I ask you to do. REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Dude, that rhymes!)