Chapter 23 : One Way or Another
It was dark, cold. I had these feelings before, but this time I was blind folded. Yes blind folded, you can imagine why, but I saw no point to it. I was going to get away for one thing or another. I sat quietly in the carriage, my mind calm, the night silent as the grave. I had no clue who or what sat before me on the other side of the seats. I heard voices, two to be exact, both I knew clearly. We came to a halt, the wind ripping at the curtains. Van Helsing fiercly grabbed my arm, and shoved me into the hallway of this mysterious place that had a sort of familiar vibe. Finally, the blind fold was removed, and yet again I found myself in Valerious Manor. The armor still lay frozen on the floor, and rats scurried into the rooms as Vince held a luminious light that could make any person go blind if it was possible. We walked to the armory where the huge map stayed forever in time, plastered on the wall with a single slash in the middle. Van Helsing snorted at this discovery, but it didn't stop him…until we heard a low growl. I was the first to come, literally, face to face with the werewolf that I had seen before. I stood like a brave fool challenging it to attack me, yet it did not. It's eye softened, but turned to see Van Helsing and Vince with the utmost fury. I chuckled lightly at the fear in only Vince's eyes. I watched the creature slowly, mercilessly, walk closer to them, it's teeth smeered with blood. But then Van Helsing grabbed a gun with silver bullets, and dogged past the creature with a speed of lightening.
Yet the werewolf advanced upon it's prey. Van Helsing fired once, and the bullet made contact with it's shoulder. It howled in pain, the glass windows shattered all around us. It's gray fur was matted and blood mixed, but the eyes were a burning envy green. This thing could strike fear into any man! But van Helsing stood, tall and in the thick of danger without a care. The werewolf quickly approached them with anger, but of course Van Helsing was the quicker. It froze as the bullet entered it's heart. It's eyes looked at me, pain…sorrow…and fear. It dropped to the floor, dead cold. I felt pity for it, and a pain as well. Vince was hiding under an overturned table, cradling himself. I laughed lightly, but Van Helsing grabbed my arm that was still in pain.
Arielle: "So how do you expect to kill Dracula?"
VH: " Like last time."
Arielle: "But you're not a werewolf."
VH: "I am. You just don't know it."
Oh shit! My love was in for the ride of his life, maybe the last. By any means necessary, I will somehow stop Van Helsing from killing my beloved, one way or another.