Chapter One- Nominated for Love
Along the while of war and battles between Rome and Rumania waged a casualty most dear to the starter men of this war; Philomena Corvinus. She died in the year after the war had begun and spread it's virus on her husband. So much was lost on both fronts. In her last expiring breath she asked that Gabriel and Michael were hidden in opposite worlds. Her eyes iced and falling with death and tears. That would be the only thing they would remember of their mother. Michael was sent to Britain and brought up by the lovely Baron and Baroness Norington. While the while and on the other son, Gabriel was sent to Rumania and lived among the rough streets Transylvania brought by a peddler and his wife the Van Helsings. Their two completely different lives -but utterly the same in the end- were to collide.
Fifteen years at war tired the Romans and they left for home planning to conquer the world of the West and The Rumanians were sick with their war-torn people so they commanded a peace treaty and a solemn truce that they would never fight again with each other on the battlefield. General Corvinus had come home to which he was canonized from the Roman Catholic Church for all he had done for Rome herself. Yet his life was soon ended by the plague of heartache and illness from which there is no return. He lived as a hero but died a saint.
...Meanwhile in Rumania...
Gabriel grew up to be selfless and helpful to all people and he found a place where he could belong. His love for Victoire, a voluptuous fiery redhead was unmatched and he wrote a poem about her that he recited over and over again until he reached the school.
As he sat in his seat awaiting the turn of the teacher's head. He threw the poem in the form of a origami rose. "Mr. Van Helsing is there something you wish to share with class or do you prefer to throw it at Miss Priest's head?" He asked while having his head still turned to the chalk board. Gabriel shook his said, "No sir." He went beet red. "Miss Priest may I have the paper?" "Yes, sir." She said handing him the poem Gabriel had written for her eyes only. Mr. Newman began to unravel the rose shaped paper and read it aloud as he(Gabriel) slumped into his desk turning even more red.
"Mound Lament of Victoire Priest." He read the title. Oh please let this end now Lord he prayed.
"I believe you should read this Mr. Van Helsing. For it is your poem to Miss Priest." Some of the other boys snickered as he stood. Mr. Newman handed Gabriel the note. He shook his head and whispered "I needn't use the paper for it is in my heart that memorized it sir." "Carry on." Mr. Newman hushed back heading towards his stool. Gabriel took a deep breath and looked at Victoire directly and began his poem. "
"By Gabriel Van Helsing (Hopefully Yours)
A Mound Lament of Victoire Priest
The too pallid moon put down a diadem on your russet hair
The too russet moon with glory splash
Your petticoat full of holes
The too pale moon fondle the opal
Your eyes being blasé
Princess of the street
Let be the welcome
In my hurt heart
The stairways up to the mound
Can make the wretched sigh
Baby mandigotte
I smell your cuff which searches my hand
I smell your chest and your fine size I forget my grief
I smell on
While windmill wings of the Mill
Shelter you and I..."
As he finished the thing he longed for the most was yet to come he was kissed by Victoire and she whispered to his ear as quivered with joy. "Merci Gabriel…"