Chapter 6: Hunting
Carl sat back in awe at the palace before him. Gold and glittering, it was definitely the same architecture as Destiny's home.
"Get off," Destiny whispered, pulling the monk off of his horse. Van Helsing had left for a few moments to get the floor plan of the building, and met them several minutes later.
"This is the back door." He said, leading the duo over to the edge of a bright garden. "We'll have to scale the wall." The trio vaulted the wall, and crept to the edge of the glimmering building.
"No guards yet," Carl commented quietly to Destiny. They had turned to the outside door, and Van Helsing quickly picked the lock.
"Now what way do we go?" Carl asked, turning to see Destiny. She had already turned left around a bend, and he hastened to follow her. He stopped short at the wall of armed guards facing them.
Van Helsing and Destiny instinctively drew their weapons, and the guards dove for them first. The battle was short and fruitless, the three would-be assassins were only lightly armed and were up against more than six time their number.
Each person was dragged to a different room, and was met by servants and butlers attending to their need. When either asked what was happening, the guard would just answer "Milady requests your presence for dinner." Van Helsing was entirely angry as he made his way to the hall that night.
"Stupid butler." He muttered angrily. The miniature army of butlers that had been attending him had practically forced him into black breeches, an over washed blue tunic, and what looked like entirely ceremonial boots. He met Carl on the other end of the stairs, and he was dressed in much the same fashion.
"You think Destiny's okay?" He asked worriedly when the friends met up.
"If this 'milady' has done anything to her I'll..." Van Helsing broke off angrily as they entered the hall. Much more extravagant than Destiny's, gold was the main feature. Even the well-washed window frames were solid gold. They were seated by a group of servants, and settled at the table. Desiré came down the opposite staircase as Carl was about to ask about his friend, and the words slipped right out of his mouth.
Desiré was without a doubt the most beautiful woman either man had ever seen, and the tall woman definitely knew it. Dressed in a revealing gold and red dress that hugged her many curves, she had her jet black curled hair decorated with gold and red.
With a white and even smile, she sat down at the head of the table. "Your friend should be down shortly, the butlers were having a problem putting her in an appropriate outfit." Carl snorted with laughter, and a small smile appeared at the corner of Van Helsing's mouth. "Ah, here she is." Desiré said, indicating to the staircase behind the men.
Destiny was dressed as fancily as the other woman, in a corseted black dress with gems strewn in her washed and plaited hair. Unlike the other woman, she was wearing a dangerous expression and a smile that said that she would gladly rip out the throat of anyone who remarked on her slightly revealing outfit.
She took a seat at the foot of the table, and the many servants brought in food, huge tureens heaping with more food than Carl and Van Helsing had ever seen at one place in their lives. After several minutes, Desiré started to ask about the subjects that were probably itching at her.
"So, what are you Vampire Slayers doing on my lands? " Desiré inquired, casually pouring a golden goblet of wine. Carl, Van Helsing, and Destiny didn't answer, their eyes trained on their food. "Well" she asked, getting slightly impatient. The others kept their heads down, but Van Helsing looked up.
"Why aren't you just killing us and getting it over with?" He asked, meeting the black necromancers eyes boldly.
"Because, Mr. Helsing, you amuse me." She purred, moving behind her prisoner. "Now, why did Destiny pull you in to killing me?" She said the girls name like a curse. Carl noticed this with surprise, and looked over to Destiny. Her blue eyes made contact with his, and she shook her head slightly.
"Okay Mr. Helsing, let me tell you a story. Once upon a time, there were two women. One was extremely close to a certain vampire. He loved her with everything he was, but there was one person who came first." She paused thoughtfully.
Carl jerked his head up in time to see Destiny flinch backward, revealing long-hidden curved fangs.
Van Helsing eyes were trained on the beautiful sorceress, half-expecting her next response. "That woman was his sister. The first vampire ever turned, she was just as powerful as her brother, but her soul was strangely pure. Their bond was stronger than any other in history, and they nearly destroyed their lives protecting each other. Now the brother turned another woman about two hundred years later. He chose her to be his foremost bride, but his sister was against it. The two women hated each other, and the vampire knew that. At his sister's suggestion, he sent his bride away to an exclusive mansion that would keep her away from his sister's anger. A the same time the sister was starting to stray from her brother's ideas, gaining a different perspective and not following him so blindly." She paused again to take a sip of wine, and sat beside her prisoner.
"Now at the same time the vampire was gaining a small army of weaker vampires who did his bidding. One of those was named Kalyn. He was of high position with the vampire, and when he saw his sister, he asked immediately for her hand. Now the vampire was strongly against this, not wanting to be separated from the woman he cared so much about. So he decided to send her away to a castle close to him, so that the other vampire couldn't get to her."
Van Helsing was starting to piece the information together. "So you are...?" He turned to Destiny with a disgusted expression. She was busy glaring at Desiré, but glanced at Van Helsing.
"It isn't how she told you..." She said, her eyes pleading. She turned back to Desiré, hate clear in her eyes.
"You took away everything. My position, my friends, my brother's love." She rose and stepped forward.
"Well then we have to settle that, don't we?" Desiré said with a small smile, tossing the other woman a rapier off of one of the many walls. Carl stepped between the two wrathful women, trying to be diplomatic.
"Come on ladies, isn't there a better way to solve this century old blood feud?" Desiré backhanded the scientist across the face, sending him back into a couch twenty feet away. Van Helsing was too angry to move in his friends' defense, and just sat at the table with an even expression.
The two women circled each other, and Desiré lunged forward into a flurry of attack.
A/N Cliffie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh man, the power of the author!!!!! Anyway, I know I haven't updated forever, but I have the first chapter of my Haldir romance made up and posted, and I am working on Hellboy, Harry Potter, and Master and Commander fan fictions. I am also collecting information for a King Arthur fan fiction, because Lancelot and Tristan are so yummy. So bear with me people. I am for sure posting my Hellboy one because I saw the movie last weekend and luvvvved it. And Master and Commander needs ideas if I want to continue, so input from my ever-faithful reviewers would be great. Oh yeah, anyone who reads this is definitely dedicated, so you people read my new revised bio and tell me what I will give my 25th reviewer. THANX!!!
Carl sat back in awe at the palace before him. Gold and glittering, it was definitely the same architecture as Destiny's home.
"Get off," Destiny whispered, pulling the monk off of his horse. Van Helsing had left for a few moments to get the floor plan of the building, and met them several minutes later.
"This is the back door." He said, leading the duo over to the edge of a bright garden. "We'll have to scale the wall." The trio vaulted the wall, and crept to the edge of the glimmering building.
"No guards yet," Carl commented quietly to Destiny. They had turned to the outside door, and Van Helsing quickly picked the lock.
"Now what way do we go?" Carl asked, turning to see Destiny. She had already turned left around a bend, and he hastened to follow her. He stopped short at the wall of armed guards facing them.
Van Helsing and Destiny instinctively drew their weapons, and the guards dove for them first. The battle was short and fruitless, the three would-be assassins were only lightly armed and were up against more than six time their number.
Each person was dragged to a different room, and was met by servants and butlers attending to their need. When either asked what was happening, the guard would just answer "Milady requests your presence for dinner." Van Helsing was entirely angry as he made his way to the hall that night.
"Stupid butler." He muttered angrily. The miniature army of butlers that had been attending him had practically forced him into black breeches, an over washed blue tunic, and what looked like entirely ceremonial boots. He met Carl on the other end of the stairs, and he was dressed in much the same fashion.
"You think Destiny's okay?" He asked worriedly when the friends met up.
"If this 'milady' has done anything to her I'll..." Van Helsing broke off angrily as they entered the hall. Much more extravagant than Destiny's, gold was the main feature. Even the well-washed window frames were solid gold. They were seated by a group of servants, and settled at the table. Desiré came down the opposite staircase as Carl was about to ask about his friend, and the words slipped right out of his mouth.
Desiré was without a doubt the most beautiful woman either man had ever seen, and the tall woman definitely knew it. Dressed in a revealing gold and red dress that hugged her many curves, she had her jet black curled hair decorated with gold and red.
With a white and even smile, she sat down at the head of the table. "Your friend should be down shortly, the butlers were having a problem putting her in an appropriate outfit." Carl snorted with laughter, and a small smile appeared at the corner of Van Helsing's mouth. "Ah, here she is." Desiré said, indicating to the staircase behind the men.
Destiny was dressed as fancily as the other woman, in a corseted black dress with gems strewn in her washed and plaited hair. Unlike the other woman, she was wearing a dangerous expression and a smile that said that she would gladly rip out the throat of anyone who remarked on her slightly revealing outfit.
She took a seat at the foot of the table, and the many servants brought in food, huge tureens heaping with more food than Carl and Van Helsing had ever seen at one place in their lives. After several minutes, Desiré started to ask about the subjects that were probably itching at her.
"So, what are you Vampire Slayers doing on my lands? " Desiré inquired, casually pouring a golden goblet of wine. Carl, Van Helsing, and Destiny didn't answer, their eyes trained on their food. "Well" she asked, getting slightly impatient. The others kept their heads down, but Van Helsing looked up.
"Why aren't you just killing us and getting it over with?" He asked, meeting the black necromancers eyes boldly.
"Because, Mr. Helsing, you amuse me." She purred, moving behind her prisoner. "Now, why did Destiny pull you in to killing me?" She said the girls name like a curse. Carl noticed this with surprise, and looked over to Destiny. Her blue eyes made contact with his, and she shook her head slightly.
"Okay Mr. Helsing, let me tell you a story. Once upon a time, there were two women. One was extremely close to a certain vampire. He loved her with everything he was, but there was one person who came first." She paused thoughtfully.
Carl jerked his head up in time to see Destiny flinch backward, revealing long-hidden curved fangs.
Van Helsing eyes were trained on the beautiful sorceress, half-expecting her next response. "That woman was his sister. The first vampire ever turned, she was just as powerful as her brother, but her soul was strangely pure. Their bond was stronger than any other in history, and they nearly destroyed their lives protecting each other. Now the brother turned another woman about two hundred years later. He chose her to be his foremost bride, but his sister was against it. The two women hated each other, and the vampire knew that. At his sister's suggestion, he sent his bride away to an exclusive mansion that would keep her away from his sister's anger. A the same time the sister was starting to stray from her brother's ideas, gaining a different perspective and not following him so blindly." She paused again to take a sip of wine, and sat beside her prisoner.
"Now at the same time the vampire was gaining a small army of weaker vampires who did his bidding. One of those was named Kalyn. He was of high position with the vampire, and when he saw his sister, he asked immediately for her hand. Now the vampire was strongly against this, not wanting to be separated from the woman he cared so much about. So he decided to send her away to a castle close to him, so that the other vampire couldn't get to her."
Van Helsing was starting to piece the information together. "So you are...?" He turned to Destiny with a disgusted expression. She was busy glaring at Desiré, but glanced at Van Helsing.
"It isn't how she told you..." She said, her eyes pleading. She turned back to Desiré, hate clear in her eyes.
"You took away everything. My position, my friends, my brother's love." She rose and stepped forward.
"Well then we have to settle that, don't we?" Desiré said with a small smile, tossing the other woman a rapier off of one of the many walls. Carl stepped between the two wrathful women, trying to be diplomatic.
"Come on ladies, isn't there a better way to solve this century old blood feud?" Desiré backhanded the scientist across the face, sending him back into a couch twenty feet away. Van Helsing was too angry to move in his friends' defense, and just sat at the table with an even expression.
The two women circled each other, and Desiré lunged forward into a flurry of attack.
A/N Cliffie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh man, the power of the author!!!!! Anyway, I know I haven't updated forever, but I have the first chapter of my Haldir romance made up and posted, and I am working on Hellboy, Harry Potter, and Master and Commander fan fictions. I am also collecting information for a King Arthur fan fiction, because Lancelot and Tristan are so yummy. So bear with me people. I am for sure posting my Hellboy one because I saw the movie last weekend and luvvvved it. And Master and Commander needs ideas if I want to continue, so input from my ever-faithful reviewers would be great. Oh yeah, anyone who reads this is definitely dedicated, so you people read my new revised bio and tell me what I will give my 25th reviewer. THANX!!!