Disclaimer: I still own none of the characters or the places in my story. The plot is mine.
I thought of really finishing this story one day and probably can promise that I won't quit writing it. I'm sorry if there's some information in my story that isn't accurate. I've never been anywhere else than Gran Canaria.
On the Way to Nuremberg
It had been a terrible ride. First they had taken a train from Prague to Karlovy from where they had rented a car and were finally approaching their destination, the Museum of Public transport in Nuremberg. Lara had been afraid of crossing the border but the border guards hadn't said a thing. It got Lara's imagination running. First the police of Prague used almost every man it could to catch her but suddenly they forgot about her. They didn't even say anything about the car and Lara knew it wasn't allowed to cross the border with a rented vehicle. She had been about to say something about it to Konstantin but had decided to shut her mouth. What if it was the last chance to stop Karel and with one wrongly placed word she had ruined it?
She shook her head slightly knowing that Konstantin wouldn't see her doing so. What if she had opened her mouth? Was it possible for Karel to find someone else to enter the Halls of Doom and retrieve the scales? What if he already had?
"Why are we going to tranportation museum?", Lara asked quietly without looking at Konstantin.
"It's not the museum but who works there...if he still does", Konstantin answered her obviosly not noticing how hopeless the answer sounded.
Great, Lara thought. They're supposed to save the world but they're chasing a man who in worst case scenario can't be found from the place they were going to. No...the worst thing that could happen was that the Nephilim found that person first or somebody had sent him to see his maker. This just kept getting better and better. What if the man in guestion knew Konstantin had 'died'?She knew from experience how people reacted when they saw someone who they had thought dead. A fantom that had escaped the spectral world had come to claim its price - the very soul of the person who had condamned it. She had seen the look in people's eyes. The look of absolute terror.
"What if he doesn't anymore?", she simply asked him knowing that the answer might not be pleasant.
"If he doesn't...", Konstantin started not really knowing how to continue. It took awhile before he did "Then we'll have to figure something out"
Well this made her feel a lot more calm. Wasn't there usually plan B? In this case even the plan A was full of flaws. She wasn't ready to let Karel win and get the scales. There had to be something that could be done even if Konstantin had outlived his contact.
Konstantin kept his eyes on the road like he was afraid if he looked somewhere else he'd loose the control of the situation. That was something he didn't want to happen. His mind travelled different paths. It tried to remember how his son looked like but only thing he could remember was a pair of cold blue eyes. To him they had been cold. His eyes Kurtis had gotten from his mother but Konstantin had never seen them holding the same warmth he remembered blaizing in his wife's eyes. Had he been too blind to notice it?
Lara watched Konstantin as he struggled with a burden she was unable to see. She had sensed it the very first moment she had seen him. There was a great inner battle going on and probably even Konstantin himself didn't know how it was going to end. Perhaps he was in a dar tunnel without a light, without a hint of the right direction. She found this thought disturbing for he might be a walking timebomb. She saw his hands tightening their hold on the steering wheel as he tried to stay away from the place in his mind he had been able to avoid for a long time. She had to do something fast or the man was going to drown. She said the only thing that she could think of. The thing that had been plaguing her mind.
"You still love them, don't you?", she had never thought someone could simply stop loving their child. It couldn't end just lke that. There couldn't be an invisible wall to which everyone had to crash sooner or later.
Konstantin looked at the road first pretending that he hadn't heard what she had said but answered when she asked it a second time.
"I love her. There's never going to be anything in this world that could convince me otherwise"
Lara looked at him waiting him to go on. She didn't want to push him so she wouldn't accidentally pull the trigger. If Konstantin wanted to tell her he could and if not...well that would just be another nail into his coffin or another rockk to keep the light away from the tunnel.
"I love the image of him", Konstantin spoke only a little louder than a whisper.
What was that supposed to mean? It wasn't that hard a guestion to answer. Lara noticed that this guy was seriously getting on her nerves and secretly hoped that Kurtis wouldn't be like that.
"I mean I have never known him. I love the idea what he's supposed to be."
This made Lara more stunned than she was willing to admit. Konstantin had just said he loved Kurtis because of his inheritance not because of him.
I thought of really finishing this story one day and probably can promise that I won't quit writing it. I'm sorry if there's some information in my story that isn't accurate. I've never been anywhere else than Gran Canaria.
On the Way to Nuremberg
It had been a terrible ride. First they had taken a train from Prague to Karlovy from where they had rented a car and were finally approaching their destination, the Museum of Public transport in Nuremberg. Lara had been afraid of crossing the border but the border guards hadn't said a thing. It got Lara's imagination running. First the police of Prague used almost every man it could to catch her but suddenly they forgot about her. They didn't even say anything about the car and Lara knew it wasn't allowed to cross the border with a rented vehicle. She had been about to say something about it to Konstantin but had decided to shut her mouth. What if it was the last chance to stop Karel and with one wrongly placed word she had ruined it?
She shook her head slightly knowing that Konstantin wouldn't see her doing so. What if she had opened her mouth? Was it possible for Karel to find someone else to enter the Halls of Doom and retrieve the scales? What if he already had?
"Why are we going to tranportation museum?", Lara asked quietly without looking at Konstantin.
"It's not the museum but who works there...if he still does", Konstantin answered her obviosly not noticing how hopeless the answer sounded.
Great, Lara thought. They're supposed to save the world but they're chasing a man who in worst case scenario can't be found from the place they were going to. No...the worst thing that could happen was that the Nephilim found that person first or somebody had sent him to see his maker. This just kept getting better and better. What if the man in guestion knew Konstantin had 'died'?She knew from experience how people reacted when they saw someone who they had thought dead. A fantom that had escaped the spectral world had come to claim its price - the very soul of the person who had condamned it. She had seen the look in people's eyes. The look of absolute terror.
"What if he doesn't anymore?", she simply asked him knowing that the answer might not be pleasant.
"If he doesn't...", Konstantin started not really knowing how to continue. It took awhile before he did "Then we'll have to figure something out"
Well this made her feel a lot more calm. Wasn't there usually plan B? In this case even the plan A was full of flaws. She wasn't ready to let Karel win and get the scales. There had to be something that could be done even if Konstantin had outlived his contact.
Konstantin kept his eyes on the road like he was afraid if he looked somewhere else he'd loose the control of the situation. That was something he didn't want to happen. His mind travelled different paths. It tried to remember how his son looked like but only thing he could remember was a pair of cold blue eyes. To him they had been cold. His eyes Kurtis had gotten from his mother but Konstantin had never seen them holding the same warmth he remembered blaizing in his wife's eyes. Had he been too blind to notice it?
Lara watched Konstantin as he struggled with a burden she was unable to see. She had sensed it the very first moment she had seen him. There was a great inner battle going on and probably even Konstantin himself didn't know how it was going to end. Perhaps he was in a dar tunnel without a light, without a hint of the right direction. She found this thought disturbing for he might be a walking timebomb. She saw his hands tightening their hold on the steering wheel as he tried to stay away from the place in his mind he had been able to avoid for a long time. She had to do something fast or the man was going to drown. She said the only thing that she could think of. The thing that had been plaguing her mind.
"You still love them, don't you?", she had never thought someone could simply stop loving their child. It couldn't end just lke that. There couldn't be an invisible wall to which everyone had to crash sooner or later.
Konstantin looked at the road first pretending that he hadn't heard what she had said but answered when she asked it a second time.
"I love her. There's never going to be anything in this world that could convince me otherwise"
Lara looked at him waiting him to go on. She didn't want to push him so she wouldn't accidentally pull the trigger. If Konstantin wanted to tell her he could and if not...well that would just be another nail into his coffin or another rockk to keep the light away from the tunnel.
"I love the image of him", Konstantin spoke only a little louder than a whisper.
What was that supposed to mean? It wasn't that hard a guestion to answer. Lara noticed that this guy was seriously getting on her nerves and secretly hoped that Kurtis wouldn't be like that.
"I mean I have never known him. I love the idea what he's supposed to be."
This made Lara more stunned than she was willing to admit. Konstantin had just said he loved Kurtis because of his inheritance not because of him.