Hmm, sob,sob, feeling very upset with you, guys. When would I get any reviews? Or I'm one in a desert?

Chapter 6

First problems

Gabriel's POV:

Damn … my head was going to blow. Was I dead? Everything was spinning and dancing around, real hell! And I'm so thirsty …

"Rise and shine, Gabriel!" some hell-like music cut my temple. I hardly opened my eyes and saw Maria. She was dressed up completely and, surprisingly, no signs of tiredness or just any traces from the last night's party. Looking like a goddess, she was smiling at me. Or I was so funny?

"Oh, what happened yesterday?" I murmed, rubbing my eyes furiously. I still wanted to sleep. I thought there was a crazy round-robin of my brains under the skull.

"Weaker! I didn't know that few gulps are able to kick you off!" that beautiful, but cruel creature laughed at me! Few gulps! I thought there was a bottle!

Hmm, and I felt cold. I looked down … well, now I can guess the reason of her fun. I was naked, but I don't remember how I had being taken off my clothes! I covered myself with a blanket fast, hoping she wasn't offended with … hmm, no matter.

"What had I done?" I asked, my face getting red. My shame made her to laugh even louder. I think I looked stupid that moment.

"Ah, don't worry, girls couldn't make you to move and left very disappointed. Come on! While you were sleeping I found the trace!"

I jumped out of my bed quickly, and, oh damn, the sheet fell down. It made me even redder, but Mary seemed calm and relaxed as usual.

"Don't mind, Gabriel, I've seen so many men's bodies in my life that yours has no effect on me."

I snorted and Maria said, "I know what you're thinking about. You can call me a whore, but first tell me, hunter, why such free and independent women as I am should be burnt as witches as the Church teaches us? I'm not ideal, but if you need to know I was married long ago. And I've never thought of being meek and to respect my husband. It's my choice." she spoke quietly, her eyes filled with flames. We both sinned a lot in past, perhaps we had to meet to make each other better?

She put her daggers into her high boots and walked out of the room. She needed to think, I guess. And needed to dress up at once!

Vladimirine's POV:

While pacing farer from the Inn, I was trying to calm down. It was like a volcano, growing inside me. That entire lie covered me from head to toe. I clearly understood I was going mad, I couldn't control it. My life wasn't so easy, I made it difficult by an early marriage, having friendships with demons … Shy little girl, well, not really so innocent as I used to look, turned into a beast … How precious!

I know Gabriel's judging me! Bastard! How I hated him! But don't worry, father, I'm going to make him suffer. You know, I've built a trap for him. I'll show him Tirgovishte, the town of grape and sweet wine, I heard you found the recipe of the werewolves' cure there. See, father, I'm following your each step. What a torture! I smile to him, trying to seem kind, kissing him, how disgusting, I do everything to tie him closer to me. Everything for you, father … Hey, here's my faithful servant, werewolf Fenris. Another puppet to control.

Fenris was in his human form, young man with quite average appearance, but he works well, as well as I pay.

"Countess," he bowed, "You become more and more beautiful from day to day."

"What's in the clan?"

"Our leader had been subverted, now we have a new."

"Who?" I asked. This information could change everything. Oh, hate making deals with someone I don't know!

"He's joined the pack recently. No one knows his past, even his name."

"Describe him."

"Well, it needs a bit more gold …"

"You'll get it. Go on."

"Very big wolf with white fur …"

"No, you fool! His usual appearance!" he always makes me to lose temper! If he weren't so useful …

"Tall, very pale, with blue eyes and dark hair, quite young, but with grey temples. He's an Englishman, I think, he has an accent."

Familiar portrait … Perhaps I've seen him. But where?

"What politics does he lead?"

"He wants to unit us with demons to destroy the Order."

"He's too ambitious, won't keep his place for long. Maybe he has some habits, interests?"

"Oh, yes! He hates women, mostly gypsies, in the same time his whores are all dark-haired and have brown eyes. Our leader kills them after having sex."

Gypsies? What if … No, that can't be!

"Nature?"

"Gloomy, speaks less, holds himself like he's an aristocrat."

"Alright, here is your money. Now leave, I have to think." I threw him a heavy purse and made my way back to the Inn. Van Helsing has been waiting for me at the door of our number. (Hate calling it 'our'!)

"Where've you been?" he asked with a suspicion. It seemed he knew something about me. No, he can't be so clever!

"Ready? Follow me. I found a witness, who had seen two werewolves close, carrying a gypsy girl." I lied easily. We were going downstairs that moment.

"Can we trust him?" hunter asked, so I stopped and faced to him.

"Do you trust me?"

He looked deep into my eyes; I know he saw Anne in me. How could my mother fell for him? Still the information, given by Fenris, made me nervous. I thought I knew that guy … Could I?

The hunters were sitting in the train, going to Tirgovishte, in silence. Gabriel was watching for his partner from under the poles of his hat. She looked worried, biting her soft lips and rubbing her hands. Vladimirine finally blew up; she got up from her seat and started searching herself for something.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Van Helsing asked, feeling bothered with these wearing movements.

"Have you got some tobacco? I need to smoke. Right now!"

He pushed her down and shook up by shoulders. "You have problems? Share with me, Mary …"

"Why should I?"

"Because I …"

"Yes?" Dracula's daughter smirked with her lips bleeding.

"You have hurt yourself. Let me …" Gabriel felt shame again, but found the way out by wiping her red lips with a handkerchief.

Vladimirine tensed, not just because of the pain, but getting angry on the hunter. How could he touch the great countess like this!

"Thanks," she mumbled, falling on the bench in front of him.

"You're welcome. Are you ready for the battle?" he tried to cheer her up.

"As always. I hope to finish it quickly."

'Just wait, father …'