Van Helsing frowned as he leant over the papers
in front of him. They had many documents in the archives here at the
Order and had details of many forms of haunting but nothing that
matched what was happening to Nicola. He had kept out a few books on
similar incidents, which he hoped would be useful but he wasn't happy
with what he was finding. He sighed. He wasn't cut out for this
research lark anyway. He looked across at Carl to find the friar was
all but invisible behind a growing pile of books.
"Carl
do you have anything?" he asked as he stood and moved towards
the other man.
"Give me chance Van Helsing," the
friar replied. "I've only been here 5 minutes and there is a
wealth of material to peruse."
As he said this, the door
opened and the two young women entered.
Nicola looked round in
amazement. She had never seen such a wonderful library before.
"Oh
how perfect. I wish I could just sit here all day reading," she
declared.
This statement did much to raise her up in Carl's
estimation and he hurried forward to show her round the various
sections of the great room.
Arene hurried to Van Helsing's
side and looked up at him with a worried expression.
"Anything?"
she questioned quietly.
"Nothing concrete - just a few
vague ideas at present," the Knight of the Holy Order replied.
"Carl will find something though," he added to reassure his
daughter.
"There is something you ought to see,"
Arene continued slowly. "I don't think Nicola is aware of it but
on her back, as she was getting changed, I saw some markings."
"What
kind of markings?" Van Helsing questioned with concern. In his
experience of the occult such things were never a good sign.
"As
if someone was writing something into her back. Whatever is was, it
didn't seem to be complete though..should we tell her?" Arene
bit her bottom lip as she waited for her father's response.
"No,
not yet," answered Van Helsing after a moment. "Carl will
bring the salve for her. Persuade her to let him apply it to her back
for her then he can make note of what is there..."
"I
already did," interrupted Arene. "I scribbled it down as
she dressed." This said she pulled a crumpled piece of paper
from her pocket.
Van Helsing uncreased it and looked at what
was written there.
"Můžu vra.."
He stood
deep in thought for a moment as Arene watched his face anxiously. She
hoped this didn't bode ill for Nicola. She glanced over to where her
friend stood in deep discussion with Carl and allowed herself a brief
smile. At least the two of them seemed to be getting on better
now!
"It appears to be Czech," Van Helsing said at
last. He had picked up a fair few languages during his various
missions over the centuries. "The first word means 'I can' but
it is impossible to guess the second word at this stage. I'll show
this to Carl later and see what he thinks. In the meantime I want you
to sit with Nicola and get her to tell you of each visitation she has
had. I want details - times, places, actions...everything. It might
be hard for her but it will help us get an idea of how things have
progressed."
"We'll start straight away,"
Arene declared.
Just then Nicola and Carl wandered back over
towards them.
"Well you two," Van Helsing said
jovially, "what have you been up to over there?"
Arene smiled as her friend approached, she looked so happy talking with Carl. It must have been the first time she felt relaxed in a long time, Arene figured. She hated that she now had to bring up bad memories, but she knew it had to be done. It was the only way to help Nicola. She took a deep breath seeing Nicola smile happily at the friar.
"Carl was being nice and showed me around the library."
Carl
bushed at this statement.
"I was only showing her the
first area, if you follow me, I can-"
"Uh, Carl?"
Van Helsing interrupted him. "Sorry to interrupt, but maybe
another time. I need to talk to you now," he said with a slight
sense of urgency in his voice. One only Carl knew. He nodded and
turned to Nicola.
"I guess we will have to finish the
tour some other time," he said, sounding as though he didn't
want to wait for that time. Nicola smiled.
"It's okay, I
can't wait till next time," she replied, looking at the little
friar. Carl smiled back at her and went over to Van Helsing and they
both walked to another part of the room. Nicola came up to Arene,
grinning,
"He's so sweet," she said.
"Which
one?" Arene joked.
"Both of them," Nicola
responded. "They really care about you, you know."
"Yeah,
I'm happy to be with them," Arene said. "I love them so
much. I'd die for them... the same way I would die for my friends."
She looked up at Nicola, meaning each word she said. She took a deep
breath and spoke again.
"Look... I need to talk to you
about something," She continued in a pained voice. Nicola knew
it couldn't be good as the two walked over to a couch and sat down.
It was like she knew what was coming and braced herself. Arene looked
at her friend and spoke.
"I need to know what happened
during the attacks. All you can remember, time. place, date, actions,
anything. Take as much time as you need, but I promise you, this will
help." She took Nicola's hand in hers. "I'll be here the
whole time."
Nicola smiled slightly at her friend. She
knew Arene was right. She had to tell about the attacks, but it hurt
so much. She squeezed Arene's hand tightly and closed her eyes.
