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17. He is my sin

"We can talk at home", said Van Helsing before I was able to speak. He took my hand and nearly pulled foward. After the first few meteres I walked willingly. Soon we arrived at his house and finally walked in.

I wanted to say something but he began to yell: "WHAT DID YOU THINK? YOU KILLED ALL THOSE INNOCENT PEOPLE AND DON´T EVEN CARE! I TRUSTED YOU!"

I stumbled backwards. I didn´t expect from him that he could lost his temper that way. "WILL YOU TELL ME NOW!"

"What should I tell you?", I asked quitly, "You know nearly everything." Now he had lost control of hisself completely. He grabbed me by my arm and slapped me. I winced in pain and put one hand on my now bleeding cheek. "God will never forgive you if you don´t ask for forgiveness", said Van Helsing. "How can I do that?", I asked. "Come with me!"

So I followed him, still holding my cheek. In a small room wich had to be his he went to the right corner and bent down.

In his hands he held now a lash. My eyes were widened in shock. But I moved up to him and showed him my back. "You have to be near god in order to ask him for forgiveness", he said and swung back with his arm and scourged me in my back. I counted...

One. I sank to my knees.

Two. I hold my tears back.

Three. I cried freely.

Four. I lay on the floor.

Five. I screamed in full pain.

"Apologize!", he commanded. He had stopped and stood now silent behind me. I tried to rise. Small drops of blood ran down my arms and dropped slowly to the ground. Van Helsing scourged me a sixth time. I fell on the floor again.

"...I´m sorry", I said quitly. "I can´t hear you!", he said and did it again. "I´M SORRY!", I screamed. My tears mixed with blood. With one last spanking he finally stopped.

Now I lay on the floor. Crying, bleeding, weak, in the greatest pain. "Won´t you help ...me...?", I whispered. "No. Pain is the only way wich brings you near god. I tried it myself many times before and he has forgiven you now. But now I have to forgive you too..."

"Thanks", I said quitly. I really believed him. "After you told me everything", he added. I rose from the ground and leaned against a wall. Van Helsing looked down at the blood.

"After dinner you´ll clean my room and tomorrow you are going to go to church." I wasn´t able to protest and so I stayed quite. The pain didn´t get worse so I could stand the time.

After a while I began to tell the story about me without leaving any detail out. "So the dead baby in the forest was yours. Who was the father?", asked Van Helsing. That was the only thing I did not tell him. The thing between Dracula and me. "It was Vladislaus." - "You don´t mean Vladislaus like Vladilaus Dragulia, do you?"

I had expected this reaction. I simply nooded and said: "I do." I could see anger grow in his eyes. "I should scourge you again!", he yelled at me, "How dare you let the son of the devil touch you?"

"I´m sorry", I said and tried not to look at him. Van Helsing calmed down: "That´s no apologize! No doubt he is your biggest sin!"

"Why is he a sin?", I asked, still looking at the ground. "It´s blasphemic! At first you kill people together like other people drink and eat, at next you let him touch you and then you

bear a child created by satan!"

I took my first steps after the painful punishment and tried to explain: "What´s blasphemic? I had to kill all those people in order to survive. I let him touch because I trust him and the to the child: of course she was a vampire but she was a creation of god! If she had been satan´s spawn she would have been born dead!"

He looked like a stubborn child now. Probably he understood what I felt. "I´m a very religous man and I believe in old legends."

I didn´t know what he meant but I didn´t had to know now because Van Helsing continued: "I´m sorry that you lost your child but Dracula does you no good."

"Do you mean he isn´t worth anything!", I asked a bit louder. My legs began to tremble. "He is not worthy for you. And I want you not to see him again", he said.

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