Chapter Eight
Poison did not wish to travel to far from the castle, in case she could not find the portal back. Although she did not want to return, she knew she would have to, as she did not just have the strength or knowledge to survive on her own. Poison decided she would visit the village. Even as a human, she enjoyed watching people go about their lives. Poison was an observer.
Poison landed on the roof of the same house she had mere hours ago. The sun had just begun to rise and a few rays of light shone through the mountains to the village. Poison was not bothered by the sunlight. It is a popular belief that the sunlight can kill vampires, but this is a misconception that came about because vampires prefer to hunt at night. It is good to confuse the enemy, so this theory is put into practice by vampires. For nearly two hundred years vampires had people convinced that a wooden stake through the heart would kill them, when silver is the only substance that will work.
Poison sat letting the sunlight hit her face as it slowly rose higher above the mountains. She could not feel the heat of the sun, which greatly annoyed her. The warmth of the rising sun was always comforting and relaxing to Poison, but now she would never feel it again.
Poison cursed the life she now lived; then again she was a vampire so she wasn't really living just existing.
Poison moved on the roof to watch the village again. She saw Van Helsing and the monk walking out of the Valerious manor. She tried to move closer to hear what they were saying, but noticed she didn't have to. If she concentrated on them hard enough her ears picked up what they were saying.
"Finally, something good about being a vampire," Poison sighed on discover her heightened hearing.
"The books say the Devil had a son, not a daughter," muttered the monk to Van Helsing.
"She fits your description Carl," Van Helsing replied.
"Of course she does. Her mother was not supposed to be able to have more children, so people became confused. Some saying she was a girt from God, others a curse from the Devil."
"I think we should go check it out anyway. If the books are wrong and Dracula gets to Poison before we do..."
"Yes, yes I know."
They were talking about her, while walking to her house. Poison wanted to learn more about who or what they thought Poison was.
She quickly flew behind her house and into the open window she had used to escape the house before. Her house was still the same, as of course no one had visited. Poison struggled to pull of the outfit she was wearing, as it was so binding. Eventually she won the struggle and threw it under her bed, replacing it with a white nightie. Being back in her ratty old nightie, Poison realised how comfortable the dress Dracula had provided her with really was. She climbed into bed and ruffled up her hair to make it look like she had been asleep.
Moments later there was a knock on the door. Poison waited a moment, before a second knock.
"I'm coming," she shouted.
She did not want to answer the door right away; otherwise it would look like she was already up. She slowly crept towards the door, acting like she had just got out of bed.
She opened the door and blinked oddly at the light, like a person who had been in the dark and had just seen to sun. She did this to add to the act that she had just got up. She pretended to yawn, and then covered her mouth to look embarrassed.
"Sorry. You just woke me up." She muttered to Van Helsing and Carl, which she had heard Van Helsing call the monk. "How can I help you?" She studied Van Helsing; she found it frustrating that she could not remember where she had seen him before.
"I am Van Helsing and this is Carl." Van Helsing replied, "We have come to believe that Dracula may be after you."
Poison couldn't help herself and cracked up laughing. She opened her eyes to see the two men staring at her dumbfounded.
"I'm sorry, come in and I'll explain."
The two men walked into Poison's messy lounge room, she shoved different items out of the way so the men could sit down.
"Would you like a drink?" she asked them playing hostess.
Van Helsing shook his head but Carl just stared at her. She studied him trying to decipher where exactly he was staring, before finally noticed it was at her chest. Typical, she had grabbed her oldest nightie, the one that was practically see through.
She felt like slapping Carl. 'Perverted monk,' she thought to herself. She decided to play dumb, pretending she hadn't seen him staring. She looked down at herself before shouting.
"Oh dear. I'm sorry I'm not dressed for guests. Just give me a moment to change."
She raced off into her room and threw on some rags, all the while thinking up an excuse to why she laughed at Van Helsing's comment.
She walked back out and sat on a chair opposite to the two men. Carl had a disappointed look on his face when Poison walked out fully dressed.
"Sorry, I laughed before." She said softly trying her hardest to sound like soothing and kind, "It's just that I know Dracula is after me. Well after everyone I love anyway. I think he's just teasing me. Taking everything from me so that I am alone. Too him I am just a play thing, someone to torment."
"We're sorry we weren't here before to help you," Van Helsing cooed.
"It's not your fault," she added. Trying to sound sincere although nice never was her thing.
This game was getting tedious and Poison was getting bored, there was no fighting or arguing just sensible talk. Poison felt like lunging at Van Helsing just for a bit of excitement, but of course that would give her away. So she sat there, hoping the conversation would liven up soon.
"We have reason to believe. That Dracula thinks you are the daughter of the Devil?" Van Helsing said quickly not looking Poison in the eyes when he spoke.
"What on earth would make him think that?" she asked, trying not to laugh at the fact that Van Helsing had blamed his thoughts on Dracula.
"Carl tell her."
"Oh all right. I've been studying the history of Dracula and the Devil and have found out that Dracula is not the true son of the Devil. He was adopted by him, but the Devil does have a son, whom is supposed to rule the earth just over one hundred years from now."
"And what does this have to do with me?"
"I'm not finished yet." He grumbled.
Poison laughed under her breath at Carl's anger at being interrupted, she wondered if he would act the same if she showed him her other side.
"But the Devil's plan failed. Humanity had worked out his plan and brought his son to earth and cursed him with everlasting humanity. Although the monks who cursed him did not cover all points. He cannot die, but he can become a vampire, and as a vampire he would unleash his full wrath upon the earth."
"I still don't understand what this has to do with me?"
"Well this son of the Devil was supposed to be born to parents who were unable to have more children, a seemingly miracle. The parents feared the child and would not claim it as their own, therefore did not name it. They let the child choose its own name. Finally the child was not allowed to love, as love made you weak. So Dracula would kill all people who loved the child up until the age of twenty four, when Dracula would make him a vampire."
"Okay. I'm still confused."
"Well you fit the profile," Van Helsing added.
"But I'm not male," Poison added playing dumb, "Wait. You think I'm evil?"
Poison had heard enough of this rubbish and wanted these men out of her house. She thought if she acted angry enough she might be able to get rid of them.
"Well uh no...?" Carl stuttered.
"How dare you. You come into my house and after all I have been through. You accuse me of being evil. Get out of my house now. You know nothing you are stranger's to this village don't you dare come here expecting me to listen to your bogus prophecies."
Carl bolted out the door and Van Helsing followed in a fast pace. He was outside, when he turned around to face Poison.
"I'm s..." was all he got out before Poison slammed the door in his face.
She quickly changed out of the rags she was wearing and back into what she had on before. She flew out of the window and towards the portal.
She had a lot of questions for Dracula. The most important was, did he think she was related to the Devil.
