Suddenly a knife was buried in his neck. "I said three bloody days! What's wrong with your hearing?"
Then just as suddenly as the knife had come, it was gone.
Slowly Van Helsing turned. But there was no one there. "Well," Van Helsing rubbed his neck. "I'd better get looking again."
He looked for three days. It was seven at night of the night of the third day, when he heard rumor of where she was. When he heard, he sighed. She was letting him find her.
He headed into the heart of Paris.
He went straight to the Inn called the "Heart of Parie."
The innkeeper took one look at him and held the door open wide. "My Lady is expecting you."
Van Helsing stopped. "Expecting me?"
"This way, sir."
He slowly followed the man up four flights of stairs. At the top of the flight, there was a door.
"Go on in, sir."
Van Helsing put his hand on the door knob and hesitated.
The innkeeper nodded. "She is expecting you," he repeated. Then turned and went back down the stairs.
Van Helsing shook his head and opened the door.
"Come in."