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Sarah followed her mother, Van Helsing, and Carl (the friar) to the armory back at her family fortress. She started arming herself a bit more as they talked about Dracula.
"Where do I find Dracula?" Van Helsing asked
"He used to live in this very house four centuries ago," answered Anna. "No one knows where he lives right now,"
"Who does?" mumbled Sarah. "My grandfather would stare at a painting for hours trying to find his place,"
"Yes. He seemed to think the map was the key to finding Dracula's lair...Sarah put down your sword and go to bed,"
"Mom, I'm coming to find Dracula with you."
"No you're not. You fell off a tree, got caught by Aleera, and Verona almost bit you. I cannot take the risk of you being killed,"
"All right, first off, everybody falls off a tree, and I was caught thanks to him,"
Sarah pointed at Van Helping remembering what had happened in the village.
"Secondly, if I hadn't dropped my gun while saving Maria, I would've blasted the guts out of that crazy vampire's head."
"And what about Verona?" asked Anna sternly.
Sarah opened her mouth to answer but stopped. Anna caught her there. Anna sighed.
"I'm sorry Sarah. But you're going to have to lay off for a while," she said.
Sarah could feel her face turning red and she scowled at her mother. She stormed off out of the armory and went to the kitchen. Whenever she was feeling angry or sad, Sarah always went to the kitchen to eat something. She went through the pantry until she found a bottle of absinthe. She looked at it for a long time.
"Well," she said twisting the cork off. "We all gotta start sometime,"
Sarah sat down at the table, took a small glass, and poured some in. Before she could bring it to her lips, she hesitated. This wasn't her. She always led a clean life. She banged her head down on the table and sighed. Tears started to swell up in her eyes. This was the worst day in her life. She covered her face with her arms, laid them on the table and started to cry. Like she thought before, life wasn't fair.
As Van Helsing drank a bottle of whiskey in the family bar, he heard something from far away. Someone was crying. He got up and followed the sound. It couldn't have been Carl, because Carl was just happy up in the library. It couldn't have been Anna, because Van Helsing had knocked her out and put her in her room. So who else could it be? He opened the door, and there was Sarah crying. Her face was buried on the table, and her hand was still gripping the glass of absinthe. He closed the door silently, and took off his long black trench coat. Cautiously walking towards her, he draped the jacket over her back as he sat down. Sarah looked up from her puddle of tears and looked at Van Helsing.
"Are you crying because you can't drink a bottle of alcohol?" he asked playfully.
Sarah looked at the glass, and looked at Van Helsing. Still looking at him she brought the glass to her lips again. Before she could drink a single drop, Van Helsing snatched the glass and the bottle from her hands.
"You should know better than to drink at your age," he said before drinking the absinthe. "What are you really crying about?"
"What's it to you?" Sarah asked.
"Well, you're in here all alone. You thought about drinking, and your face is red. What's going on?"
"I'm just having a bad day all right?"
"What? Just because your mother told you, you couldn't go outside and play with guns?"
"NO! For your information, my uncle was killed by a werewolf, I had two near-death experiences, and...yeah. Because my mom said I couldn't go outside to find Dracula,"
"That's what I thought,"
Sarah started crying again. Van Helsing put an arm around her, comforting her.
"Shh. Shh. It's all right. Everybody has bad days like yours," he whispered.
Sarah rested her head in his chest completely giving in.
"Not as bad as mine," she sobbed.
Van Helsing stayed with her the entire time until he heard the sobs die down. He looked down and saw that she had fallen asleep. He got up, put his arms under her, and carried her to her room. He laid her on the bed, tucked her in, took back his jacket, and closed the door silently.
(A/N: Another chapter down. 3 days in a row too! I'm so proud of me, I could just kiss myself. Mwah! Mwah! Review please!)
Sarah followed her mother, Van Helsing, and Carl (the friar) to the armory back at her family fortress. She started arming herself a bit more as they talked about Dracula.
"Where do I find Dracula?" Van Helsing asked
"He used to live in this very house four centuries ago," answered Anna. "No one knows where he lives right now,"
"Who does?" mumbled Sarah. "My grandfather would stare at a painting for hours trying to find his place,"
"Yes. He seemed to think the map was the key to finding Dracula's lair...Sarah put down your sword and go to bed,"
"Mom, I'm coming to find Dracula with you."
"No you're not. You fell off a tree, got caught by Aleera, and Verona almost bit you. I cannot take the risk of you being killed,"
"All right, first off, everybody falls off a tree, and I was caught thanks to him,"
Sarah pointed at Van Helping remembering what had happened in the village.
"Secondly, if I hadn't dropped my gun while saving Maria, I would've blasted the guts out of that crazy vampire's head."
"And what about Verona?" asked Anna sternly.
Sarah opened her mouth to answer but stopped. Anna caught her there. Anna sighed.
"I'm sorry Sarah. But you're going to have to lay off for a while," she said.
Sarah could feel her face turning red and she scowled at her mother. She stormed off out of the armory and went to the kitchen. Whenever she was feeling angry or sad, Sarah always went to the kitchen to eat something. She went through the pantry until she found a bottle of absinthe. She looked at it for a long time.
"Well," she said twisting the cork off. "We all gotta start sometime,"
Sarah sat down at the table, took a small glass, and poured some in. Before she could bring it to her lips, she hesitated. This wasn't her. She always led a clean life. She banged her head down on the table and sighed. Tears started to swell up in her eyes. This was the worst day in her life. She covered her face with her arms, laid them on the table and started to cry. Like she thought before, life wasn't fair.
As Van Helsing drank a bottle of whiskey in the family bar, he heard something from far away. Someone was crying. He got up and followed the sound. It couldn't have been Carl, because Carl was just happy up in the library. It couldn't have been Anna, because Van Helsing had knocked her out and put her in her room. So who else could it be? He opened the door, and there was Sarah crying. Her face was buried on the table, and her hand was still gripping the glass of absinthe. He closed the door silently, and took off his long black trench coat. Cautiously walking towards her, he draped the jacket over her back as he sat down. Sarah looked up from her puddle of tears and looked at Van Helsing.
"Are you crying because you can't drink a bottle of alcohol?" he asked playfully.
Sarah looked at the glass, and looked at Van Helsing. Still looking at him she brought the glass to her lips again. Before she could drink a single drop, Van Helsing snatched the glass and the bottle from her hands.
"You should know better than to drink at your age," he said before drinking the absinthe. "What are you really crying about?"
"What's it to you?" Sarah asked.
"Well, you're in here all alone. You thought about drinking, and your face is red. What's going on?"
"I'm just having a bad day all right?"
"What? Just because your mother told you, you couldn't go outside and play with guns?"
"NO! For your information, my uncle was killed by a werewolf, I had two near-death experiences, and...yeah. Because my mom said I couldn't go outside to find Dracula,"
"That's what I thought,"
Sarah started crying again. Van Helsing put an arm around her, comforting her.
"Shh. Shh. It's all right. Everybody has bad days like yours," he whispered.
Sarah rested her head in his chest completely giving in.
"Not as bad as mine," she sobbed.
Van Helsing stayed with her the entire time until he heard the sobs die down. He looked down and saw that she had fallen asleep. He got up, put his arms under her, and carried her to her room. He laid her on the bed, tucked her in, took back his jacket, and closed the door silently.
(A/N: Another chapter down. 3 days in a row too! I'm so proud of me, I could just kiss myself. Mwah! Mwah! Review please!)