Chapter 4 I dream…

Vlad III stands outside of Mata Hari's Tavern. Based on what he had seen of John Dracula deduces nate is somewhere in that bar, all he has to do is walk in and capture nate and bring him before gudako. Simple right? He approaches the entrance but the door immediately opens to show mata hari in her open 2 piece orange dress. Exposing her legs, stomach and breasts. She raises one finger at Vlad and wiggles it as a sign hes not welcome here.

"Sorry Dear, You cant enter this bar for we have reached maximum capacity. I'm Afraid you will just have to wait until tomorrow. Vlad looks over her and sees nate sitting alone at a bar whistling away at a wood carving he brought while having a drink next to him.

"I am not here to simply dine and wine my sweet little peach! I am here by orders for to search this fine establishment for any contraband that may be residing here."

"Well Darling i'm afraid you are going to have to wait until tomorrow. Now sugar, I am aware you are have some vampirialism within your blood. And is it not one you many rules of the vampire state they cannot barge in, they mush seek permission to come in? If that is the case please be respectful gentleman and take your leave." Mata Hari Closes the door on the rather puzzled vampire. Vlad the III…the greatest vampire general of all Transylvania; easily bested by a common stripper…The Vampire steps out of view of the bar and makes his phone call to Gudao…

"well, we found where he is…unfortunately out barmaid knows a little too much of my heritage so cannot force myself in…As for john…he left the case, It seemed as it was too much for one to lead the charge, so now what…what…seriously, your just…Alright…Goodbye."

Mata Hari looks outside the window and turns her look over to the lonely young man who sits at the furthest corner of the bar away from everybody. Nate sat alone caving away at a doll that had a likeness similar to mata hari.

She approached Nate's table, at the corner…and saw him in deep thought, and while she didn't want to be a disturbance to him her curiosity was scratching at her mind, and she decided to initiate the conversation with a small question,

"Hello, Sir, is there anything else you would like for today?" She smiles to nate

Nate upon hearing the words coming from the most charming lady in the place, was at a loss for words, the letters forming the words came up chopped and made no sense so he cleared his throat and managed to form a couple of words,

"Hello, I um…well I am okay"

"Let's try that again darling. And this time try to be a little more honest."
"Well…I know it sounds ridiculous, but…do you have a master?"
"No. What makes you ask that?" She looks over to see the blank card. Nate covers It with his hand so she dont see.
"I'm a free servant."

"But how? I thought servants need masters to refuel thier mana?"
"As long as I dont use up my mana I'll be fine. And besides, Its great business here. "

Noticing that Nate was flustered and nervous as his face was becoming redder by the second she decided to end the conversation and relieve Nate of having to push himself hard but at the same time she got to thinking…

(He is definetly different from most of the other customers I have served. His gaze, while its a bit obvious where he's looking, he holds an air of innocence, yet he fails to see he holds more intrerest or value than most of the other customers…)

Her thoughts were not far off the mark for Nate was just sitting across from her and has not added to the conversation that they were having. Nate was thinking that he does not have the experience to talk to someone about life as he has barely made anything of himself, (Nate is thinking that he is too weak to summon a servant) Nate has realized now that Mata Hari is just sitting there and is wondering why Nate has not said anything but just kept his gaze at her. She traces where his eyes were looking and quite surprising, it was not to her breasts, but her stomach. Mata Hari giggles at how obvious he made himself, and leans toward him.

"So Nate, what did you think of my midriff?"

"What? What do you mean?" Nate's face grew red from being caught off guard.

"My stomach. What do you think of it? Do you like the way it looks? Is it alluring or attractive to you? You were staring as if you were infatuated so I just figured I'd ask darling."

"Oh Gods! I did it agin i'm so sorry. It was a bit obvious that my gaze was locked onto your stomach. Surely I must have made you feel uncomfortable with my perverted stare." Nate looks down at his drink hoping she would be disgusted at what she heard and walk away…Nate had felt so ashamed his body would betray his mind. Instead mata giggled. She had grown curious about nate. She tilts his head up so that she can continue.

"My my. Honest to a fault aren't you? You know your an interesting case. Normally men of your age would have eyes for a ladies breasts. I didn't quite expect you to be drawn in by a ladies stomach." Mata giggles. She pours Nate a glass of fine red wine.

"Listen, aren't there like umm… don't you have other customers to tend to?"

"Why? So you can sneak out of the bar when my backs turned? Like you did the last 6 or 7 times this week?" Mata pours a glass of the same wine as she served nate for herself.

"What makes you think that?" But before she could get his answer mata looks at the clock

"Stay here and I'll tell you my thoughts. For now, enjoy the company around you. Dont be a stranger. Theres lots of colorful characters that you could probably fit in with." Mata Hari gets up and walks into the back room. Nate was left to his own thoughts again…Negative thoughts…thoughts that go back to the time when he was first examined…

"So whats his diagnosis? He seems to be fine right? Why is he unfit to be a mage?" Gudao approaches gudako with scans that he took of nate's stomach. He puts them up for her to see under the light. One shows a scan of a persons stomach but theres a large circle inside…

"So…this is the mana reserve of a normal healthy mage…Note how big the mana reserve is large, and the circuits are able to move freely towards the rest of the body, ensuring room for mana to develop and flow at a easier rate inside." He puts up the scans taken of nate's stomach…Gudako looks in shock as she sees an obvious issue with the scans…gudao looks to her and states pointing to the big red dot

"These are the scans I took of Nate's stomach…Note the circle is much smaller, and theres seems to be some sort of red spot in thew center where his navel would be located. Thats a Blocked area, meaning the mana cant form naturally, reducing the amount thats flowing. The pool of mana is less than half the size, the mana circuits are strained, meaning it's much harder to flow when theres hardly room for it to develop…". Gudako looks to Gudao…

"What does that mean?"

"His mana pool unfortunately…i fear he may not even have the required mana alotted to summon a servant. I fear, that if he tried to over exert his mana; his stomach will give out and rupture; resulting in severe injuries and mana poisoning…for now we have to watch and observe in hopes he will be able to expand his reserves…" While nate was was lost in his negative thoughts, mata hari comes out and addresses the crowds.

"Ladies and Gentleman…this dance goes out to all this who feel as tho they are unfit to dream. Those who feel as the their dreams don't mean anything or those who undermine themselves or deportee themselves of any satisfaction…she points to Nate…
"This dance, goes out to you Nate. I hope you find the courage to dream again…The dance of Dreams, I perform for you!" The lights dim down in the background so that the spot light focuses on her…The Dance of Dreams", it was the main reason most people started to show up at this time was to watch her, Mata Hari, performs her signature Belly Dance, "The Dance of Dreams."

Nate decided to stay and see her dance, she looked dazzling in the skirt, her top was also fluttering silk as she made one move after the other, her belly was enticing as it was the section he most admired, her core was toned and firm, not showing rippling muscled but finely tone that it looked as though God had made her so perfect that even an Angel would looked embarrassing if the Angel were to stand side by side to her, the way her belly moved and appeared was the main attraction to most customers but especially to Nate…He, since childhood had wanted to see her perform. His spirit was lifted as he entered a dream like state…he imagined himself alone in a field of flowers…and her turns around to see mata hari take his hand and have him lay not flowers with her as they stare at the clouds together and they talked. But in this dream nate was happier, more confident…As Mata Hari finished her dance and was now taking a break backstage, Nate found himself deep in thought once more, if he was a more qualified mage, would he be able to take Mata Hari as his Servant? No, theres no way. Clearly she had to be taken…a servant so beautiful as her was the treasure men all seemed but none would claim… The negative thoughts that came crashing down onto nate was too much so he decided to pack his things and head for the exit.

a drunk nero gabs him by the arm as he reaches for the exit door out back! Nate struggled to break free from her grip as she calls him praetor.

"UMU, Praetor why you leaving so soon!? Come, join us! Let's get drinks! UMU! We can (hicc)tickle Francis drake while she drunk! Look at her over there, cmon UMU". Nero falls flat on her face taking nate down with her. Hayato had to run and help her up.

"Nero! Please! Let go, of me. Im not supposed to be here; you have hayato! Please" Nate struggled to break free even with hayatos help. Hayato helped nero back to her seat.

"Nate? what are you doing here? I thought your not a drinking type?

"I came here to gather some thoughts…now that I have collected my thoughts, im regretfully telling you i'm heading out…"

"Heading out? At this late at night? Without a servant? To where?"

"I've given up on my search…clearly im not cut out for being a mage. Im going back to the pirate life." Nate looks away.

"UMU! Nate kun. Nooooo" nero tries to grab him but nate steps aside leaving nero to flop on the ground again.

"Nate, are you sure theres nothing we can do? Is this the decision you wish to stick by? Think of your friend sback home, how would they feel?" Hayato tries to reach to nate but looks over to see nero rolling on the floor. Nate takes this moment to continue towards the back exit door…But he was stopped by an arm blocking his way, this arm that was impending his exit had a silk scarf bracelet that belonged to none other than, Mata Hari, he knew this for he had memorized everything about her, including her perfumed scent that would even bewitch the Devil.

"Sir are you leaving so soon? What ever happened to you staying put like I told you?"

"That is a silly question; you see me heading for the exit and ask a question that has already been answered, care to try another question, Madam?" Mata looked at nate directly in the eyes…but what see saw was expected…nate has effortlessly slipped his mask on. If she was to get the real nate back again, she would need to break the mask he's wearing and mask sure he doesn't ever put it back on.

"Humph, now that is no way to address a lady, whose age is closer to youth, now is it?"

"Well, pardon me but the one question the person has presented would be rhetorical and have no need for an answer now does it?"

" I see that you've put on your mask in front of your group. So it is a game of twenty questions that you seek, very well, I will play along with you, first question, did you enjoy the show?"

"Quite, it was well performed, truly it was flawless, though I like the ability to judge the arts for I am not a professor nor am I adept to that style of dancing"

"Second question, hasn't your manner of speaking changed as to how it was earlier?"

"One's manner of speaking can be changing depending on how the recipient of said interrogation ads in the question and to answer one must also change the tone of their speech"

"This will be my last question as it appears that you have decided to insist on wearing your mask, I might as well ask a different question to see if you can still manage to keep the façade you have displayed in front of me."

"Well now go ahead and say this last question you have as I am curious to know, but make It quick as I have my one ticket out and its departing soon"

"Would you care to accompany me upstairs?"