Hey, please be gentel with this chapter, it was written in like fifteen minutes.But I hope you enjoy it. If I don't get more reveiws, chapters won't come so quikly. R&R
Disclaimer: I don't own Van Helsing period characters and all....but I do own my people.
The carriage bumped lightly across the cobblestone path as the driver chided the horses to go faster. Inside said carriage sat Nicole grumbling as she tried to find a position in the cramped carriage that would keep her from either hitting her head on the low ceiling on the misfit carriage, or slam herself against the side of the chipping wood walls. The weather itself was nothing but gloomy with angry grey storm clouds and whistling rain drops that pattered on the top on the carriage.
Leaning back into the purple seat, Nicole ran a hand through her darkish brown locks of hair which stopped a tad bit below the shoulders. It seemed to get more and more difficult to relax, and the pain that resonated in her backside was not helping. In taking a deep breath she laid silent, the only sound coming form her old pocket watch.
Tick...tock....tick...tock
Carl rushed from station to station in a wild bout of skittishness. All around monks from Tibet to Istanbul, England to Israel were working on various types of trinkets and weapons of destruction. Smoke had risen to the ceiling and Carl was in trouble. Being one of the most absent minded people on the face of the earth, he had miss placed a vital item to help with a new mission.
Biting his lip he rummaged trough towers of papers and folders, along with scattered bolts and unidentified liquids contained within flimsy beakers. Whining to himself, his fingers threw things here and there, many hitting numbers of passing members of the order (in the name of Allah what is wrong with you?!). Sighing in defect his worry was replaced with surprised as a hand landed on his shoulder causing the poor Friar to jump.
Spinning about he faced the grinning face of Van Helsing who chuckled at the look on the Friar's face which was pure I-almost-peed-myself sort of look. Shaking his head, Van Helsing stepped back from the Friar and looked about the area of destruction.
"now what happened here?" he asked as Carl composed himself and licked his lips.
"nothing...nothing at all Van Helsing" he said, continuing on his failing quest for the item which he was looking for.
"lot something?" Van Helsing inquired as the Friar whimpered lightly.
"well....w,w,well Van helsing...see it seems I've miss placed....something" he said as Van helsing sighed.
"it's not me who's going to be angry Carl" he said lightly as Carl whimpered even more.
"I know, I know Van Helsing" he cried as he gave up, looking as if in a moment he will be sent to the gallows. An speaking of the gallows, at this moment as blur of red appeared in front of them causing Carl to jump once again.
"Car...Cardinal Jinette" Carl said as the Cardinal ignored him.
"Van Helsing...I though you would have left by now...no matter...it's good you're here." The Cardinal said, speaking more to himself then to Van Helsing who looked expectantly at the Cardinal.
"I have a different task for you...and speaking of tasks I better tell the nuns she's arriving...and speaking of nuns, Carl are you finished with the item?" he inquired as Carl swallowed very loudly. But before he could answer the Cardinal was waving him off.
"I better go and tell Sister Angus to meet the girl" he said as he walked off leaving both Van Helsing and Carl completed cufuzeled.
Please reveiw, thankies,