Next chapter is out and ready to read. I've been trying to kept my writing going. Sometimes it gets a little corny but I'm getting better. Anyway I hope you enjoy. I wish I could put some Castlevania tunes to this because the music is so awesome if you have ever played it. Thank you Mr. Katt for your patronage and wonderful reviews. I am a huge fan of Buffy not so much Angel although I like that show too, just not as much. It's all good.
Chapter 3: The Coming Of Days
Sarah held her whip tighter in her grasp. Her face was tense and full of anger. Even so she was breathing at a normal pace.
"Where is he? I want to know, right now and no lies." She stated at the swirling shadows coming towards her.
"This is not a game anymore, Belmont. Leave now or die." came the warning.
"Are you serious? I don't think so not after all this." She kept her voice as stable as possible.
The creature moved forward with intense speed and stabbed a dagger in to her throat. She tried to scream but stopped. She closed her eyes and opened them to see what was going on. She was in her bed. Her hand quickly made her way to her throat where there was a 4 inch scar. She sighed thankfully. It was a wound she would never forget. It had been after sustaining the wound that she decided to devote her life to defeating Dracula's horde once and for all. Something her ancestors had done time and time again but somehow evil never stayed gone for long. She got up, pulled the blanket off her, and made her way through her apartment. She grabbed a glass and filled it with water. She sipped it carefully and then set it down carefully.
"You never learn do you?" Sarah asked rhetorically holding a small silver dagger in her left hand.
"We tire of your hunt for us. It's time to die." The vampire said eagerly.
"Is that so? How many lackeys did you bring with you this time?" She questioned.
"Lackeys? No I don't need any help taking you out, little girl. So full of ego. Time to deflate it."
"That is so old. Don't you guys ever change your vocabulary. I mean you'd think that after a few hundred years that your language skills would be a tad better. Oh well." Sarah stepped back and used the wall behind her to project herself towards the vampire. He dodged and watched as she corrected herself spinning around facing her opponent who was one step ahead of her. He grabbed her neck and slammed her against the wall. She twisted her head and slashed with the silver knife. The vampire immediately dropped her cradling the searing wound.
"Oww that really hurt." He cried.
"That's how it feels to get beat by me. Hurts, right? Get out of here before I wake up fully and kill you. I can't believe they sent a loser like you. Of all the nerve." Sarah took the vampire by the cool trench-coat that was now shredded and through him out the door.
She shook her head as she watched the vampire scamper away in pain. Her arms folded across her chest. She sighed relief and then noticed a sharp pain in her left heel. She bent down to look at it. The injury must have happened when she stopped herself before hitting the wall. That had not been skill but sheer luck. She turned and paused before entering back inside.
"This is getting ridiculous, Angel. How much longer until we find his location?" Sarah questioned.
Angel greeted Sarah in her usual manner, by stepping off the roof and landing comfortably by her side.
"Show-off." Sarah muttered.
"What?" Angel inquired.
"You're a show-off, that's all." Sarah stated.
"It's kind of hard not to show off when you have the Lord of the vampire's blood running through your veins. Besides it's more out of habit then anything." Angel replied.
"Whatever. Get inside. I'm surprised my neighbors haven't called the police by now."
Angel smiled slightly.
"Oh I took care of that. No worries."
"Sleeping curse."
"No, no. Sleeping spell there is a difference. Trust me."
"Come in anyway. I want to tell you about a dream of mine well more of a nightmare then a dream."
She followed Sarah inside and helped her pick up the mess made by her earlier brawl. They straightened up the chairs and swept the debris into a dust pan and into the garbage next. The pile of debris was minimal, Sarah had gotten used to these attacks by now and learned not to buy expensive decor. Sarah watched as Angel took a seat.
"Before you tell me of this nightmare, I must inform you of the situation at hand. These attacks are only going to get worse. I suggest you move as soon as possible."
"That thought had occurred to me. But it doesn't really matter that much to me. Besides they'll just keep finding me. Which in a way makes me thrilled. Knowing that I am an actual threat is heart-warming. Not that you would understand?"
"You truly are cruel, Belmont. I am 3/4s human you know. I have feelings."
"Really?" Sarah inquired and then dropped it.
"This isn't going to be a walk in the park. My family is bent on your death. And because you are human, they will try everything in their power to make sure you die and don't come back." Angel explained with more passion then Sarah had ever seen.
"Okay. I'll move." Sarah said throwing her arms up in the air in defeat.
"What my kind does is not wrong when done with careful and thoughtful attitude."
"I disagree."
"You are hearing but refuse to listen. Our kind feeds off the life-force of the living. Humans do the same. But what makes being a vampire evil is when they overindulge in their hunger, which mind you is a very easy thing to do with the powers and strength you obtain turning into a creature of the night, is when they become lost like..my b..." Angel did not finish.
"Like your brother. Where is he by the way?" Sarah tried asking without melting or showing any emotion.
"Stay away from him, Belmont. I promise you he wants to see you dead just like all the rest of my family."
"What makes you different?" Sarah asked.
"The blood of my father and mother that run through my veins. My father Adrian, although he was half-vampire half-human, he fought his father his whole life. So did my mother, Maria. I like you have accepted the cards dealt me. I will carry on with my father's vow."
"What vow was that?" Sarah asked more softly.
"To protect the Belmont blood-line." Angel answered without hesitation.
"Strange. We are chained to fate like this."
"Is that how you see this...as a chain. Tell me, what was your nightmare about?"
"Of course. I'd rather show you." Sarah pulled down on the tip of her shirt revealing the wound.
"That is how they are finding you." Angel smiled again. She approached Sarah, who was suspicious.
"What are you doing?" She questioned.
"I'm going to heal it." She stated.
Sarah pulled herself away.
"You can't. If you try and heal it, it'll only speed the process."
"Process?"
"You said I don't know the difference between a spell and a curse, trust me. I do. The only way to remove it is..."
"To destroy Dracula my grand-father."
Sarah recounted her nightmare, which had happened when she was 13. Darrius smiled and left. He was getting more and more interested in this Belmont.
