K, here's chapter two...if i don't get more reveiws the chapters won't be done so quikly so R&R. thankies.
Disclaimer: I don't own Van Helsing though i wish i did. I don't own Carl though I sometimes think i do because sone how my homework always gets done. But I do own MY charactyers so touch and die.
"May you go in Peace to love and serve the Lord" the Priest pronounced from the pedestal, his arms raised to the heavens, and eyes closed in a sense of holy meditation.
"Thanks be to God" she whispered, along with the number of people who had come to church, and were now singing the exiting hymn. Rubbing one of her non-visible eyes she hummed the tune of the hymn, not feeling like singing at that certain moment of time. Muffling a long awaited yawn, she rubbed her other eye.
The moment she had entered her bedroom, and the door was locked behind her, she had gotten to work. She had brought a small bag with her, just and old carpet bag, but it held many of her things. First she had removed her night-gown that was just a simple white one. Her other black dress, and her brown boots, that Sister. Ann in Germany had given her. After unpacking her few clothes, she took out her small brown box, lock box mind you, and hid it under her very thin mattress, at the foot over her bed.
That box held things that were dear to her, the last thing she need was that fool of a Cardinal finding it. After that she took out her few books and hung her prism light catcher in the small window. It was small, but when the light hits it, an array of rainbow colors decorate the walls. After attempting to brighten her dingy room, she figured it was only proper the go the mass at the Vatican as soon as possible.
Or it was just habit.
Either way she had knocked on her door, and asked the monk outside to take her to St. Peter's Church, took which he obliged. Surprised that a heretic would ask to go to church. On the way there, he kept throwing confused looks at her, his barbarian thick eyebrows knotting together to form one big dead brown rat above his eyes. So he took her to the four o'clock am mass, and set her down in one of the center pews, telling her not to try any funny business. So she sat and watched the mass for an hour and a half.
And now she was waiting for the monk to escort her back. But her thoughts on leaving were broken when she heard the Cardinal was coming. At the very thought of the fool she got angry. That little bald terd treated her like a criminal. Under her hood her eyes narrowed, and in her pockets her fists clenched.
"Well, something wicked this way comes" she stated, as the Cardinal passed right beside her, and gain the reaction she was hoping to get. The man turned to her in anger and she grinned proudly.
"What did you say fiend?!" the Cardinal snapped, as she waved a hand in explanation.
"Thought I should let all the innocent church goers to know that an insolent, ignorant fool was coming their way" she said, standing up, but not before the Cardinal grabbed her right arm, and yanked her out of the pew.
She yelped in surprise and the man pulled her out of the pew, and onto the isle. Taking one of her shoulders and shoved her down into kneeling position. Pointing at the cross that hung behind the Alter he yelled.
"Ask for forgiveness you witch, so that God may take pity upon you tainted soul!" he ordered, earning a shake of the head.
"I have nothing to be sorry for" she stated bluntly, as the Cardinal kept her down. The pressure from the pushing was hurting her knees and back. She didn't regret her words one bit. Eyebrows knotted in pure fury the Cardinal raised a hand.
"Why you little" he growled, about to punish the girl, when a hand reached out and stopped his flying fist.
"Is that really necessary Cardinal?" a voice stated, more then asked, to which the Cardinal growled and faced the owner of the voice, not releasing his grip on the girl who gritted her teeth against the pressure of the pain.
"Stay out of this Van Helsing! This is not concern of yours!" the Cardinal snapped, jerking his arm from Van Helsing's grip. Helsing stood there, surprised by the venom in the Cardinal's voice, but quickly recovered, eyes glaring.
"It is when a man of the church attempts to hit a woman" he stated bluntly, eyes glimpsing quickly at the girl who kneeled silently, but he could swear he depicted a small whimper.
"It is punishment for her insolence" the Cardinal snapped, raising his hand again only to have to be stopped again, this time Van Helsing looked irritated. "Let the priest deal with it, you are just a Cardinal" he growled, pulling the Cardinal's hand back. Eyes in slits the Cardinal removed his grip for the girl who stood up shakily, but quickly and stepped back from the Cardinal, fixing her hood.
Releasing the Cardinal's arm, Van Helsing just stood there as the Cardinal glared, then turned to the girl and pointed a finger at the.
"Repent, or the fires of Hell will be your greeting" he said with venom in his voice as he stalked away and went though the door on the left side of the Alter. Confused, Helsing face the girl who was fixing her heavy gloves.
It amazed him how she confused him so much. He felt not a shred of evil in her, but yet she was accused to no end that she was. He took this time to quickly study her, or as much as he could seeing as how almost everything about her was hidden, save her lips and chin, but that is no help. In all honesty it was becoming the irritate him greatly
Sighing she fixed her gloves, before facing her "rescuer". She, in all honestly, hated the fact that a man had to "save" her, but she was thankful. Looking at him she saw he seemed irritated and frowned. He was very tall; she barely came to his shoulder.
She hated that.
He had long, very dark wavy brown hair that stopped at the shoulders. Brown eyes and he defiantly did not shave in a good time period, stubble claimed his cheeks, chin, and above the lips as their territory. He was tanned.
That also irritated her.
She wanted to tan.
What stumped her was that he dressed all in black. Black boots, black pants, black shirt, vest, and a very long black trench coat. What kind of person only wears black? She thought to herself, but of course felt stupid. She also always wears black. Then a thought popped in her head. Maybe he's like me! But that thought was crushed right away when she remembered the Cardinal speaking with him as if he was normal and how he commented on people like her should repent, that angered her. She settled that she wanted nothing more to do with this stranger in black. I guess he's just like everyone else she thought, feeling a bit down.
"You okay" he asked, pulling her from her thoughts. His voice was deep, yet not, with an accent she could not place. She nodded.
"Yes" she said pausing for a moment "thank you" she added, she might as well, it's wouldn't kill her, and it was common courtesy. Nodding to him she made her way to the monk that was waiting for her at the entrance with a tired expression. She followed him out as he took her back to her dormitory and locked the door again to leave her to sleep for few hours. To which she was glad.
Van Helsing watched her leave and then sat down. He had never seen Cardinal get so angry, wonder what she said that set him off, he thought to himself, as the priest came in a cleared the alter and put out the candles.
He took this as his cue to leave, and went to the courtyard, placing his hat back on as he made his was to his room in the Friar convent, with the rain slowly dropping in a rythmetic fashion