Chapter 10
Difficult questions
Seline was really glad when the plane landed. She felt sick and very hungry, so, not giving any attention to Gabriel, bit two lonely passengers and sucked them dry.
"What've you done!" he exclaimed, checking pulse of one of her victims, but the heart wasn't beating. Selin wiped her mouth and then touched her stomach under the top, she suddenly felt sharp pain, but it's gone almost immediately.
"If you're angry on me, it doesn't mean you should kill innocent people!"
"Shut up, Van Helsing, I needed blood."
"Not so much!"
"I … I was hungry … Hey, why should I give explanations for my actions!"
The vampiress pushed him aside and went further, but the hunter grabbed her by wrist:
"Wait. I didn't mean that …"
"Didn't mean what?"
"I didn't want to slap you, it was … a-a, forgive me …"
"Alright, you're forgiven. Anything else?"
"No …"
"So let me go." she released her hand and made few steps away.
"You're with him again?"
"Yes."
"I see …"
They went each other's ways …
Seline embraced Angelica with a worried look on her face:
"Oh, Angel! Something's going wrong with me! Today I drank lots of blood! This strange pain in my stomach and wolf appetite … Maybe I'm ill?"
Angelic as an experienced healer offered her to bare her abdomen and lie on the sofa. Then the witch started touching Sel's well-toned abdomen when it was over, she smiled to her and said:
"Nothing bad! You worried in vain, my dear …"
"So what is it?"
"You're pregnant."
Diana has just awaked from the tranquilizers; demons had given to her before the long road to New-York. She found herself in a more comfortable room: with big soft bed and table with chair. 'They definitely don't like Dracula …' the girl thought while walking around the room. Very soon the door opened and the short snake-like demon sneaked inside with a tray full of delicacies of French cuisine and a goblet of something deep dark red, almost black when the light of candles fell on it. The demon didn't look dangerous; he put a tray on the table and left with a bow.
Dia was hungry as the last time she has eaten was in Dark Valley. Thinking about her home-town she ate something which name she didn't know and then took the goblet. The girl felt thirst, but intuition didn't let her to taste the liquid. 'Maybe it's poisoned,' she thought and, like it was an accident, dropped the goblet on the floor. A huge spot appeared on the carpet and it flamed up immediately.
"Wow!" Diana exclaimed, staring at a hole on the carpet.
"You should drink it!" said the servant appearing at the door.
"What's your name?"
"Ephimephiy."
"I would call you Phil, O.K.? So why do you want to kill me?" she asked seriously. The demon shook shoulders:
"It can't kill you. It's just a drink. And very precious! Where would I get another goblet! The Great Demon will kill me!" he sobbed.
No matter that Phil was a demon, Dia felt pity for him and said kindly:
"He won't. It would be our secret. Take the carpet from this side and I'll take from the other."
The two put the carpet in the place with the hole under the bed, hiding it under furniture.
"That's it. Tell your boss I've got the drink."
Ephimephiy bowed again and picked the tray from the table:
"Perhaps you want to drink something?"
"Just water, alright? Without any tablets or sleeping powder."
"As you wish!"
When the door closed, Diana set on the bed, thinking: 'He's not bad … Hmm, perhaps all I've ever believed wasn't so ideal? The question is … Who's this count … Dracula, famous surname … What made me to see him there … in my dreams? Too many questions, too less answers …'
Back to Dark Valley …
"Repeat again …"
"You're pregnant, Sel, congratulations. I've never heard about turned vampires' pregnancy before … still the world has changed. Aren't you glad?"
Seline touched her stomach, her eyes became wider and the breath heavier:
"I can't be pregnant. It's impossible, it's … unnatural …"
"Why not? You're a woman."
"You understood me, Angelic!" she started walking around the room; her hands were shaking like in fever:
"It's not right, you might have mistaken."
The witch shook head with a smile:
"I've been a healer in past and I know my job well! Besides, I'm a mother! You have to live with it. The period is quite small; do you know who the father is?"
"Of course I do! Vlad's work! Oh, not in time! The Apocalypses is close and I'm pregnant! Wait a minute … You know the way to get rid of the child, don't you?"
Angelica flinched:
"Selin, don't even think about it! Almost all turned ones dreamt to become pregnant and have a normal family, but they couldn't! If you got this chance, use it! Just think how happy the count would be …"
Seline fell on the sofa, rubbing her temples:
"O.K., now you think! My life is too unpredictable to carry about the child … I'll become weak and vulnerable. Perhaps, would be better not to let this child to see the world?"
"That's your business, do what you want. But think more than twice before killing your daughter."
"Daughter?"
"You'll give birth to a girl, my dear."
Sel caressed her stomach carefully, feeling now the little creature inside. She always wanted to have a baby, but thought it's impossible. She wasn't ready for a family and to become a mother although … It was too great responsibility for her …
Perhaps difficult times need difficult decisions?