I really should make the chapters longer…oh well. Enjoy!

Chapter 3-

Their horses neighed impatiently outside of Castle Frankenstein, where Van Helsing and Carl suspected that the vampires took Anna and Vivienne. The monster hunter and his companion had searched the whole castle and had not found a trace of vampires. As they were about to leave, they heard a melodious voice call out to them.

"Wait." The voice belonged to a young woman with grey wings, amber eyes, and long, straight black hair. She wore a white tunic and a sword was at her hip.

"Who are you?" Van Helsing demanded, looking slightly taken aback at her wings.

She smiled, not seeming afraid, but said, "That is what I should be asking you. But my name is Camille. I assume you are looking for the vampires?"

"Yes. They took our friends. Have you seen them?"

"No, but they killed my kind and left alive only my lover and me. But they left me behind because I am of no use to them. You see, my kin are gargoyles, brought alive by Dr. Frankenstein. I am merely half gargoyle. The vampires need a full-blooded gargoyle in order to have the secret of life. After all, one of the vampires killed Frankenstein's Monster," Camille told them, harshly, though her voice was still musical.

"R-really?" Carl stuttered. "But what do they want with our friends, then?"

"Are your friends important to them in any way?" Camille asked.

"Anna is…I don't see how Vivienne can be of any use to them," Van Helsing told her. "Do you know where the vampires are?"

"Yes. But it's where a damned creature like me can never enter. The Vatican in Rome."

Carl and Van Helsing glanced at each other, quickly and moved to rush outside. Camille stopped them. "I wish to come, also," she said softly. "I wish to see what has become of my lover. And even though I cannot enter the Vatican to help, I can be of use in many other ways. Please let me come."

"Then come. But we aren't responsible if any harm comes to you, Lady Camille," Van Helsing said.

The half-gargoyle woman drew her sword and grinned. She tested her thumb on the blade. "Oh no, sir, that won't be necessary. But one thing, I must know your names. Monk?"

"I'm a friar," Carl said indignantly, "And my name is Carl."

"Van Helsing," the monster hunter simply said.

Camille sheathed her sword and rose into the air, flapping her wings gracefully. "Pleased to make your acquaintance."