Author/Banshee Queen: "Guys, you have been warned, this chapter deals with grief, grief and more grief. You don't like it, go find a tissue box."
Disclaimer: "Sadly do not own Van Helsing. Am most miffed."
Chapter 2: Grieving For A Lost Sister
Our Master awoke that evening in grief, crying out her name as a wave of bats flittered passed him.
Verona and I hung from the ceiling motionless, clutching at the necks of our gowns, tears glistening in our eyes.
Our Master though grief-stricken as he was, comforted us and said he would find another bride.
Our shock barely contained itself, let alone our grief for our dead sister.
Our Master again wanted to try bringing our children to life, but we did not, the sorrow was too near and our time of mourning was not yet over.
We confessed our thoughts on his decision…
In his eyes sprang a metallic fire that burned vividly, a genuine sign he was not at all pleased with us, we had failed him. His canine fangs grew in length as he roared at us inhumanely…a vampires hollow screech.
We recoiled instantly, looking to the nearby pillars for support. Verona vaguely screeched at our Master, voicing both our sorrow while I sat cowering against a pillar.
He softened, extending his right hand, pleading with us. We slowly rose, unsure of his temper.
"Do not fear me, everybody has feared me, not my brides."
We ran to him, both unconsciously mouthing to kiss or bite him if he so permitted it.
Inside our Master was too grieving, as we were. He needed us, needed our comfort, as we kept to our promise the day we pledged to be there for him.
There were three of us…
"Yes yes, we will try again."
I cooed.
And we would.
Again we tried with the 'key of life'…
…And again we failed.
Our children died again as they once had.
Verona and I hovered in the air, wailing harmoniously to the song which all childless mothers sang.
Horror and re-lived grief streaked across our chorus as we reached out into the air, grasping at the vision of our dying children.
No longer could we bear the sight, and flew without a backward glance to the arms of our Master.
We stood on the edge of Castle Frankenstein, singing the chorus of our well-known song. I knew this song would last.
Author/Banshee Queen: "Ok now that tear-fest is over, on good side another grief-stricken chapter will be up! Yay! Wait a minute...that's not good. Damn. Just kiddin."