Disclaimer: gives you all a blank stare Why are you even reading this? Hmm?
Author's Note: Well, I'm back in da States and it sucks cow . . . never mind. Anyway, I'm listening to Blue, the besterestest band in the universe! {{check 'em out, they're really sexy! Dunk is sexier than Drak! Eek! Is it possible? Oh my gosh!}}
Readers: Sorry about the big hold up! I haven't been here, came back from Spain and the computers been kind of broken, so now it's back up and I'm happy! Yay!
Verona: I'm back! Woot! Thank you, by the way. The title before was like, "He Will Never Love You", but that is now going to be a later chapter because after I wrote the chapter I figured out that nowhere in the whole chapter did Drak ever say "Kallisto, Velkan will never love you" so I changed it. Yep.
Mariela: Electra's In the HOUSE! Big, bad Electra who likes to think she's bad, though she was in the middle of a bull ring with the bull still in there but that's a totally different story ignore me!
Ganshano Toki: See, look! I'm back!
Author Looking Back: I realize that in the last chapter, we never really saw Velkan . . . . . . odd. No more of that!
On to my evil creation . . . . . . . . . . .
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Chapter 10Help?
"Kallisto!" Anna ran to me and grabbed my arm. I kept my bloodied hand away from her.
"Are you all right?" she asked, and I nodded, staring at the window from which my nightmare had just dived out of. I wanted to be scared, but I felt, strangely, calm. Serene, if you will. Velkan stood at the door, a long broadsword in his strong hands. I stared into his gray eyes, feeling my heart beat faster. He remained where he was standing.
"Kallisto, we need to get this blood off of you!" Anna was saying, trying to grab my hands and look at the blood on them. "I'll go get a cloth," she said, and ran out of the library. I was left to stand on my own, getting hot in the blazing sunlight with blood all over me and the man I love staring at me with unwavering eyes.
Finally, I found the nerve to speak.
"Say something," I told him softly, and he took a couple of steps towards me, still holding eye contact. I wanted to look away, but couldn't find the strength to.
Velkan opened his mouth to speak to me, but the door was thrown open and Anna came bustling in again. She passed Velkan and pushed him back towards the door. She threw the towel over my bloodied hands before I could wrench them away, then turned to Velkan again.
"Brother," she addressed him, "we have strange visitors on horses. Two of them. Go and greet them." She turned back to me and washed off my hands with the damp cloth. I was staring at my hands in despair, now clean and white, bright and shining. Anna looked at me.
"Are you all right, Kallisto? You look a little shaken," she said softly. I looked up at her.
"I'm fine."
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Strangers on horses, two of them. One in a hat and the other in robes. The one in the hat was dark, secretive. His face was shadowed and his smoldering eyes burned as they looked around.
The town was quiet; the visitors were neither welcomed nor shot away. They new that they were unwanted. Visitors were never wanted in Transylvania. I was there to watch their every move and greet them, orders from my darling sister.
I always get the dirty work.
Of course, Anna didn't have it very well either, cleaning up Kallisto, and she won't let me near her anyway so if I had stayed I would have been in the way. So she sent me off for a reason. Still, I have some hard feelings. These visitors carried weapons. I don't like when visitors carry weapons.
"Very welcoming place, isn't it?" the second figure in the robe said to the first, dismounting his horse. The first man stayed on and looked around some more. I stayed under the roof of Sura's Inn and Bar, hidden in the shadows.
"I guess they don't like visitors," the first man said. And I revealed myself.
"We have our reasons," I said, pushing myself off of the wall and stepping into the light that was the light of the gray clouds. Transylvania never got much sun. Transylvania has always been very dreary. Very scary. Always.
"Who are you?" the first figure asked, and I saw his hand move to grab his weapon. I bowed.
"I am Prince Velkan Valerious, stranger. Now you must remove your hat and introduce yourself." The man raised his hand and took off his hat, slowly, and bowed, mockingly. I narrowed my eyes.
"I am Van Helsing," he said. "I hear Transylvania needs help vanquishing . . . vampires, if you will." I raised my eyebrows.
"Who says we need your help?" I asked haughtily. Then I looked to the smaller man behind this strange and unwelcome Van Helsing.
"And you," I said, nodding to the other man, "who are you?" The little man took a tentative step forward and pulled back his hood to reveal messy red hair.
"Friar Carl, sir, just here to help . . ." I narrowed my eyes again.
"You are a holy man?" I asked, and this Carl person nodded.
"But I am not a priest. I am a Friar. There is a slight difference." I nodded, not understanding but pretending I did. That's what Anna did to me all the time when we were . . . more youthful.
"And you come here to help."
"Yes, we were told you needed help by the head in the holy order, so we came . . ." Carl looked to the Van Helsing man for help, but Van Helsing said nothing. "Isn't that right, Van Helsing?" Carl asked, giving him a stern look. Van Helsing ignored him. And my curiosity was peaked.
"Van Helsing . . ." I said wonderingly, "is that your surname?" Van Helsing nodded.
"I do not know my name. Van Helsing is the only thing I remember from my past. And this ring," he said, looking down at his hand. I walked over to him, cautiously, gingerly, in case this stranger meant me harm. I looked down at the ring, then took a huge step backwards and brought out my knife. Carl squeaked and Van Helsing stood up as tall as possible.
"What is the meaning of this?" I rasped, my eyes wide and my heart pumping. "Who do you wish to aid while you stay here?" Van Helsing had his hands up in defeat, and I could see the back of the ring on his right hand.
The ring that had the symbol of the enemies' house proudly etched on the front.
A/N: Which hand is the ring on? Oh who gives a bleep Hope you liked!
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