Misha watched from her window as the black haired figure came running out and spoke to Van Helsing then mounted a horse and they set off; no one could have described her hatred of both Van Helsing and Anna at that moment, she felt like she could kill them both and love it, but with Gabriel, she also felt betrayed and hurt, he had lied to her and then taken Anna in her stead, he couldn't still love her, he was running away with her and leaving his Misha alone to rot in the fiery pits of Hell. Bastard! little lying, betraying BASTARD! God, why didn't he tell me the truth? It would've been far easier than finding out this way.
Misha shuddered, it felt like her world was crumbling and falling away into an ocean of despair and darkness, he had lied to her, her Gabriel had lied!
"They are leaving then" stated a voice from the door.
Misha turned and fell crying into Aleera's arms.
"Shh, little sister" whispered Aleera. "It will be okay"
"He betrayed me, he ran away with Anna" sobbed Misha weakly.
"No, Misha he loves you, look" said Aleera, handing Misha two pieces of paper. "It has been Anna all along, she schemed against us from the beginning, look at this (she gestured to the second piece of paper) she has been planning this for months, the bitch"
"My own sister, how could she be so cruel?" whispered Misha.
"Love, Misha, love is the reason she is so cruel" said Aleera. "So, are you just going to sit here and let her get away with? Let your Gabriel die?"
"No" said Misha vehemently. "He can't win without us, he needs us, they both do"
"That's the spirit" said Verona's voice from the door. "Let's call the family and get ready"
"We've gotta go see the Pope" said Olivia.
"I'll call the men" said Corinthia.
"Let's do this then girls" said Verona. "No sense beating about the bush is there?"
"No" said Misha. "You know that old saying; 'The men die in battle but there wives will die after' well that's probably going to happen to us, isn't it?"
"Yes" said Verona. "But at least we shall die an honorable death"
"We can't die again, though" said Marishka. "If we die it'll just be going where we should have gone in the first place"
"Yes, that won't be so bad will it" said Verona.
"No" they agreed.
Then everything went into a blur, movement, and preparation. The vampire families, of Rome, Spain, France and England were contacted and the wheels set in motion, wheels that would decide the future of the world, decide whether it would be dark or light, strong and hopeful, or weak and desperate.
Misha watched as the army gathered, Van Helsing had only ridden out two weeks ago, yet here had he waited that two weeks he could have had a great army at his command, all the men were ready now. Standing and awaiting their fates, whether they be good or bad, many would die in the great battle that was to come, human, vampire and lycan alike, all on the bloody fields of Vecasa in the heart of the demon land of Transylvania. Every morning and evening of those two weeks the sun had risen and set blood red, and the tension had returned, weighing down the people and lands of the world. Shadows danced through the great buildings of the Vatican, drowning hope, drowning all feelings save the dread of what would happen if they lost, this was no longer a battle between two vampire lords, this was a battle between two worlds, two colors, two powers; good and evil would meet and unite as one under one flag to rid the world of these demons for good, they would march together for a higher purpose, they were as one now, united and strong because of this; for that was the only problem with the great armies that The Skull and Viktor, they were not united, and they didn't trust each other. They were scattered and driven by a lust for power and blood, and they had no common purpose to rally about.
"Are you ready girls?" asked Verona, observing the armored women as her own armor gleamed.
"Ready" said Misha.
"Armed" said Aleera and Marishka together.
"And fabulous" chorused Olivia and Corinthia.
Verona burst out laughing. "If we do die, well we'll take a thousand down with us"
"High five, Ladies" said Olivia.
They all pulled out their swords out and layered them one on top of the other.
"What do we say?" asked Aleera.
"To save our stupid, presumptuous husbands" said Verona.
"TO SAVE OUR STUPID, PRESUMPTUOUS MEN!" they yelled, and somehow this gave them courage and strengthened them a thousandfold.
"Today we ride to war girls" cried Verona. "Let's show them what we are made of!"
"They should have known better than to piss us off" said Misha, smirking.
"Let's get to it then" said Olivia.
They walked out.
"WE RIDE TO WAR, FOR GLORY, FOR THE CAUSE" shouted Verona.
The Vampires shouted and drew their swords, clashing them together.
"Sounds the horns" shouted Aleera.
They heralds let off a great blast that rocked the very ground upon which they stood and Verona, spun round, transforming into her Hell beast form and took flight, the rest of the army following suite and rising into the air.
They flew without a break that nigh, and did not rest the next day either as it was blissfully overcast, the night flew by as if it had never been at all and they flew on, land came into sight as the dawn broke and their spirits soared on high on the forth day.
"We're almost there, girls" cried Misha.
"No, we still have a long way to go" said Verona.
"We'll need the week we have to get to the castle!" shouted Marishka.
And so they flew on on and on, flying over land and sea, moor and forest, for they never tired.
The brides courage and power was growing as they flew, for they were revving themselves up for the battle which they knew would come, the greatest battle of the century.
But on the fifth day not all went well, the sun came out, forcing them to stop and hide till it went back behind the clouds, but this didn't happen till dusk, and too much time wasted, their time was running out fast but as dawn broke on the seventh day they came to Castle Dracula; from here on they would ride as it was not far.
But as they finally crested the hills and looked down at the battle raging below, their hearts beat with fear.