I'm sooo sorry that I haven't updated in a long time, people! Gack, school gives way too much homework… well, mine does, anyway. Okay, don't blame me if this chappie is crappy because I'm just making this part up as I go…
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Chapter 5-
Camille glanced behind her every two nanoseconds as she flew across the night sky. The vampires were approaching fast, almost closing in on her, their inhuman eyes glowing from human heads with bat bodies. One of them, their leader it seemed, bared her fangs at Camille.
Now the half gargoyle woman was glad that Van Helsing had made her take her sword. She drew it from her sheath so slyly that her vampire stalkers hardly noticed the movement. They were too preoccupied with wanting to fill the hunger in their eyes. Now one was flying without caution toward Camille.
His leader grabbed his left wing, hissing, "Fool!" in a beautiful voice that seemed odd with her dripping fangs and evil eyes.
Throwing caution to the winds, Camille slashed at the leader. The vampiress laughed as her wounds healed themselves over the sword. She pulled it out of her stomach and tossed it into the night. Camille dove after it and the vampires followed, almost lazily.
A lot of things happened all at once. Camille caught her sword. The vampiress leader grabbed the heel of Camille's boot and held on with inhuman strength. Van Helsing jumped from a nearby building, grabbed Camille, and shot at the vampiress until he realized who she was. His eyes widened as she gave a little smirk.
His gargoyle companion paid no heed to this. She grabbed him and flapped her powerful wings. They were pulled down by his weight, but Camille managed to take flight.
The vampires made no attempt to follow now. Their leader had done what she had wanted to do for a while. Now Van Helsing knew who he was dealing with- or who he thought he was dealing with. The vampiress threw her head back and laughed.
Camille and Van Helsing landed back in their room at the inn. She dropped him harshly on the floor as soon as she entered through the window. To her half dismay, he landed on his feet.
"I swear, you dropped me on purpose," he said as he stood from the crouch he had landed in.
"I did. I don't appreciate being followed when I can take perfectly good care of myself," Camille told him, angrily, sheathing her sword.
He scoffed. "Right. I wonder what would've happened if I hadn't come in there to save you."
"I need no saving!" the half-gargoyle woman's eyes flashed.
"That's what Anna said… And look what happened to her. She's one of them now," Van Helsing retorted, without much heat. In fact, his eyes were glazed when he said this and he sat down on the empty bed.
"Stop talking in riddles," Camille snapped. She lowered her voice when Carl started mumbling sleepily in the other bed. "Listen, it's late. We'll discuss this in the morning with Carl."
No reply.
Camille gazed at Van Helsing, who looked like he was half-asleep already. She would let him have the bed tonight. Without thinking, she reached out and gently plucked the hat off his head. "If you're going to sleep, might as well be comfortable," she whispered.
"Anna," he said.
She bit her cheeks to keep from laughing. If only he knew how stupid he sounded. But then, for no reason she could think of, she cried. She missed her own lover the same way, but she knew she wasn't crying because of this.
Van Helsing gazed at her for what seemed like the first time. "Camille?"
She hurriedly blinked her tears away. "Yes?"
"Don't cry, it doesn't fit with you."
"I wasn't. It must've been a trick of the light."
"Sure," he replied.
He touched her arm and made her sit down beside him on the bed. "I knew you shouldn't have come." She started crying again, silently, and he stroked her hair. "It's alright." The gruff words, he held back. They fell asleep like this.
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"Van Helsing?" came Carl's distant voice.
The monster hunter blinked sleep from his eyes. Camille lay beside him, hair spread about her. Her thigh-high boots were still on, her pants and shirt rumpled. The sun shone on her face, making the strange copper of her skin shine like gold.
Van Helsing sat up quickly, saying to Carl, "It's not like whatever you're thinking."
The friar gave him an odd look. "What I was thinking was 'it's not what I was thinking'."
Camille rolled out of bed. "Well," she said, standing with a groan, "It's not what you weren't thinking, then. Nothing happened last night. We-"
"-Were so tired that we fell asleep in the same bed," Van Helsing finished for her.
Carl's eyes darted from one person to the other.
Camille hastily changed the subject. "Last night, we were chased by some vampires. I drove my silver sword into one, but she pulled it back out."
"And you said nothing happened!" Carl exclaimed, "That's big news and trouble. I don't think we should take our chances with a werewolf to defeat the vampires after what happened last time." He glanced at Van Helsing.
The monster hunter nodded. "There must be some way. Let's make a trip to the Church. I haven't been there for a while. Maybe the Order can give us some ideas."
"Good plan," Carl agreed. "Maybe they have made some new inventions while I was gone. Doubt it, though. Damn fools some of them!" This part he said cheerily.
Camille looked at both of them stoically. "How am I supposed to get into the Church? They'll kill me on the spot after they see my wings."
"You can stand guard for vampires, but be careful," Van Helsing added after Camille agreed to the first part.
"Oh, one more thing, Carl," she said. He looked up. She said, "You shouldn't swear, you're a monk."
He rolled his eyes. "Actually, I'm a friar."
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I'm sorry! I couldn't help it! It's my favorite line from the movie! Next thing, I don't like love stories, but they're fun to write! Sorry. Let's take a vote, who wants Camille&Gabriel (not like I care about the results, cuz I already know what I'm doing, but heck, let's see the votes!) Oh, and please review! I love reviews!
