Ok, yeah. I just read over the last chapter, and I was being stupid. There is no book

reference, that is in another of my stories. Sorry 'bout that.

Verona Dracula: Yeah, that was my prediction when she died, because she like, thanked

him or something a little earlier. Yes, Bobert is an interesting name. Thank you!

Mike.EXE: ... yeah. Yes, anything can happen in a movie.

TearsOfAngels-xx: No, this isn't my first fanfic. That is just what I do when I don't know

the specific name of something.

The Evil Cup of Tea: Yes, Bobert. (runs over and tries to do CPR)

Edawvuli: Thank you. This is a sequel. (smiles real big)

Yeah. I will change little things, like wording, over time to try to make it

more old-timeish. But not reload chapters to do it.

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I yawn. "Good morning, Bobert." I change quickly into a pair of pants and a shirt.

Just as I finish brushing my hair and pull on my boots, there is a knock at my

door. "Casey. It's just me, Carl."

"You may come in, I'm dressed." Carl opens the door and comes in, closing it

behind him.

"Your parents have been spotted riding toward the city. They should be here

within the hour." I run over to him and hug him. I just want to go home. "Oh, one quick

question. Is that blasted bat still there?" I let him go and turn slightly to face the corner.

"Yes." I start walking towards my door, and Carl follows.

"After you leave, I will have to see if it is even still alive." I open the door, and he

closes it behind him. We walk down the airy corridor.

"I'm pretty sure it is alive. He blinks and just stares at me. Like this." I stare at

him with an intense look. Then I blink a few times. He bursts out laughing, and I can't

keep a straight face any longer either. We turn of into a smaller hallway that leads to a

balcony, where the gates are visible. There are two dark shapes that seem to resemble

people on horseback. I decide to watch until they get closer, so I can be the first to meet

them.

After a few minutes, Carl puts a hand on my shoulder to tell me that breakfast is

ready. I turn my head to look at my approaching parents, and reluctantly give up my post

for food.

Breakfast is simple, but good. I sit with the other friars and monks. Nothing beats

fresh cheese and bread still warm from the oven.

Quickly, I go back up to the balcony. They are about to enter the gates.

I run excitedly out to meet them. The gates are closed, and I run to the stables,

where they are just dismounting.

"Mama! Papa!"

"Cassie!" My papa catches me in a hug, and lifts me off of the ground a

little bit. Mama gives me a hug and a kiss on the brow.

"Not that I am complaining, but you're early." I say as we walk towards the

monastery. My father has one arm around me.

"The whole story will come out only after we have some breakfast." Papa says.

"I don't know about you, Gabriel, but I am ravenous." Mama says.

After they have breakfast, we stay in the dining hall, and they spill the whole

story to Carl and me. They destroyed the mummy faster than even they had hoped.

"Stay the night. It will be better for both of you. You are both exhausted." They

start to protest, but think better of it.

That night, I go to my room happy, and ready to go home. I was bored earlier, so

my bag is already packed. yawn All of a sudden I'm very tired. So I lie down on my

bed with my legs from the knees down sticking off of one side.

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She lies down and closes her eyes. 'Perfect.' He swoops down and changes into

human form. Silently, he picks up her backpack and walks over to her.

"Cassandra," he shakes her shoulder gently. "Cassandra Van Helsing- Valerious,"

Her eyes flutter open, and he sees surprise on her face. "come with me." He offers her his

hand.

"Who are you?" She asks groggily. He smiles and makes a laughing sound in his

throat.

"I believe you refer to me as 'Bobert.'"

"Wha..? Bu- but I thought you were a bat." He laughs again, a little louder this

time. She pushes herself up to a sitting position.

"I am, though only when I want to be." Sudden comprehension blooms on her

face.

"No... no my father killed you." She looks rather confused. She attempts to stand,

but the Count had drained some of her energy to make her fall asleep, making her

stumble and nearly fall. Before she can face-plant, he catches her in his strong arms.

"My sweet little child, one cannot kill that which is already dead." Their faces are

less than six inches apart. "Come." She doesn't protest at all when he puts her backpack

on her back, nor when he puts one of his steel like arms between her back and the straps

to guide her.

Not knowing what else to do, she follows his lead. She is half asleep and isn't

able to focus her eyes on anything. Everybody else in the monastery is asleep or in a

different wing, and they pass unnoticed through the large corridor.

After passing a few doors, Cassandra knew no more.

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I groan. Something isn't right. I don't know what it is, but it isn't right. The bed,

the blanket, I don't know. Something just isn't right. I open my eyes.

Nothing is familiar.

I know every corner of the Valerious mansion, and almost as much of the

monastery. This room doesn't belong to either of those places.

I prop myself up on my elbows, and blink a few times and rub my eyes to try and

clear my bleary vision.

The bed I am on is on a dais, with four steps on all sides. It reminds me of a

sacrificial platform. The entire room looks dusty and unused. There are really only two

walls, one is a half-circle with a tall, dirty window in the middle. The other is flat and has

a heavy looking door in the middle of it. The extent of furniture is rather small. On one

side of the semi-circle is a waterfall dresser and vanity combination. On the other side is

the matching chest. There are also a few small boxes and trunks. Everything is covered

with a thick layer of dust, except for a square stack of something on the trunk.

This much dust makes it look like nobody has been in here for over one hundred

years.

I attempt to get up, but I am still unsteady. Using the bed to lower myself to the

top step, I rub my legs and arms and will myself to wake up. My bag is nowhere to be

seen, and that presents a problem for getting dressed. I am only wearing a light

nightgown.

Finally, I have enough strength in my legs to walk over to the dusty trunk. The

square stack on it turns out to be clothes. There is a pair of black pants, a shirt that buckles

in the front, and a long sleeved dark red jacket with gold designs on it. The sleeves have

added fabric at the ends, and flare out.

This is the exact outfit my mama was wearing when she both left and returned to

the monastery.

Pulling on the pants, I note that they are an exact fit. The buckle shirt is the same,

as with the short jacket.

I turn to the window, and cautiously walk up to it, almost expecting it to burst in

at any time. Looking out the window, I experience a huge wave of vertigo. I almost fall,

and stumble backwards, where I hit my heels on the bottom step leading up to the bed,

probably bruising them. That window is at least two hundred feet upove the ground. I

have acrophobia. Very bad acrophobia.

After I get rid of most of the dizziness, I walk over to the door. I listen to the soft

pad of my feet on the cold stone. I reach for the doorknob, and turn it. Unlocked? I pull it

towards me, and it swings inward stiffly.

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next chapter up. Longer, too. Oh well. Ideas or suggestions will be accepted. Good ones

will be used, bad ones will be laughed at. If you think this should be under a different genre,

please tell me.