Van Helsing started violently when a black cloaked figure landed lightly in front of him. He caught a glimpse of bright violet eyes before the figure was gone.
Van Helsing looked up and could make out the tiny figure of John Paul.
"Vampire," whispered Van Helsing. He started out slowly into the darkness, in no hurry. No one would be able to forget those eyes. He would have little trouble finding her. And from what he had heard and he had been able to hear very little. But he had heard Rachael's last words. He had three days.
Suddenly he stopped. And turned back toward the Church. He had a few questions that he wanted answers to first.
Rachael stood on the deck of her ship and swayed to the dance of the ocean as the ship cut through the water.
When her parents had died, she had been left with their amassed fortunes. She had rarely used them but had reinvested them. but one of the things she had bought, had been a ship, she had named the vessel The Eagle and used it often.
"Land ho!"
"Where are we?" asked Rachael.
"Paris, my lady!"
"Paris," breathed Rachael. "Home!"
The ship slid quietly into the harbor and one figure got off. It quickly disappeared into the mist in a swirl of black cloak.
Van Helsing watched as Rachael swept down the alley. "Welcome to Paris, my lady," he said softly. And pushed himself off the wall.
It took Rachael three minuets to realize someone was following her. She began weaving her way quickly through the fog.
At last Rachael sighed, realizing that she could not go where she was going and loose this man at the same time. "Bloody man!" she hissed. "I said three days and three days I bloody will have." Her eyes darted from side to side. Then she saw what she wanted.
Van Helsing walked quietly down the alley. Rachael was about fifteen feet in front of him.
Suddenly Van Helsing stopped. And stared. She was gone!
He looked from side to side. He ran foreword a couple of feet and stopped. He looked around again. She was gone!