Cardinal Jinette told me to report to my privet lab early the next morning. i found my self dreading
my return to what i once called home still nursing old bruises and a few new ones i walk carefully through the door to
my shock there is a men waiting and that he looked relieved to see me. his name was Arron Saroson. a bright man
with a good family he tended the gardens. and to my delight though not his i was informed that he would be sapling me
with 6 vials of fluid that the inquisitioner's had acquired i under stood Arron's unhappiness all to well though the
Inquisitioner's were quiet skilled to the horrors they inflicted and dealt with but were found laking in compassion
and did not make pleasant company. which i found out a year ago i had only asked a few question's..though i knew
i shouldn't have... well lets say it did not end happily though it answered a few of my questions. when Van Helsing found me he
was furious but thorough his anger he held me with gentile hands helped me to my rooms and befor he left called for
a sister to clean my wounds i did not know to much later that van helsing had one of his famous talks with his Grace
But from then on i was forbidden to speak or look upon a Inquisitioner's nor they a upon me.Arron stayed for a short
time we talked about the herbs that i might need in the future and of what his plans are for the day as Arron was about
to take his leave i called out to him "Arron" "yes Carl?" "if your needed once again" i paused collecting my thoughts "bare
in mind not to ask questions, they may not be answer nicely" a look of fright fell a upon Arron's face "who would be so
foolish to do such a thing?" "yes who would" I smile and wave my good byes as Arron dose the same. well now down to
business i say taking the small wooden box to the only clear work table later i might as well clean but now i should make
a few slides as i opening the top i find wool lots of wool grate i mumble more itchy materiel to feel my life with the need for
a grate back scratchier I'm gumble my bitterness went i hear a repressed snort of laughter look to tell the person were
to put there laughter, but nothing comes out i can only stare for the secant time today I'm surprised for the person standing
there is van helsing he stares at me from the door head tilted to the side hair falling in his face eyes dark and cool but they
hold some light all i can think of is cooling coals of a fire sleeping but not quite yet dead. but every thing gose black