Dracula
and Nicola walked up to the library together arm in arm, their love
for each other growing every moment. They opened the door to find
Carl finishing up on the plan and Van Helsing teaching Arene proper
defence against a vampire... she was still trying to get the hang of
it.
"15 years old and going after vampires," Van
Helsing had murmured to himself. "What next?"
"How
about hunting werewolves?" Arene asked as she saw her friend and
the Count.
Van Helsing simply gave her a half smile and said.
"Fine...
just pass Carl's Italian exam first."
"I knew there
was a catch," Arene grumbled.
Nicola smiled at this.
"So...
what did you guys find?"
Carl came up to her, keeping a
good amount of distance between him and the Count.
"Well,
we most definitely have a plan and several escape routes. All we need
to do now is make Aleera jealous of Arene."
"How are
we gonna do that?" Arene asked.
Every person in the room
turned to her, the same look on all their faces. Arene simply looked
to Carl.
"The next time I want to bring someone back from
the dead, please hit me over the head with something sharp and
hard!!"
Carl looked shocked.
"Why
would I do that?"
Arene gave him a small smile.
"Sarcasm is really a foreign language to you, isn't it?"
"Let
us began," declared the Count grandly, breaking up the
moment.
"Well...yes...very well," muttered Carl.
"First we need to put Nicola into a trance. The brides need to
think that she is unguarded and vulnerable. Then it's up to the Count
and Arene to...hmm...draw Aleera's attention," he couldn't help
faltering as he said this but continued anyway, " and once
Aleera has moved off we force the other brides to leave using these
crosses and Holy Water and finally, when only Aleera is left,
we...well we kill her," he finished uncertainly.
"How
do we kill her?" asked Nicola
"That's where you come
in Count," Arene said. "I take it you know a way?!"
"Of
course I do, my bonded one," he declared sweetly, enjoying her
cringe. "If I can get a hold on her and drain her she will no
longer have power to materialise in this world."
"There
must be some other way!" declared Gabriel quickly.
"But
why...what's wrong with this plan," question Carl in
confusion.
"He is worried about my becoming stronger from
Aleera's blood, are you not Gabriel," the Count suggested. "Well
you need have no...fears...on that account. Her blood will offer me
no sustenance. It is life that I crave and she is little more than a
spirit now...not even true undead anymore."
The Count's
suggestion that he was afraid angered Van Helsing and drove him to
action.
"Very well, let's start," the Knight stated
and they all moved to their positions.
