Yay, another chapter done! I'm so sorry that this chapter took me forever but my english coursework was in this week and I have a child development test on monday (AARRGGHH!!) So anyways, enjoy people! don't forget to review :)
Petra couldn't sleep. She had gone to bed hours ago, but no matter how much she tossed and turned, how much she rolled and fidgeted in her bed, she couldn't sleep. Eventually, she gave up. She jumped out of bed and looked at her clock. It was half-past nine in the after noon. She had been awake all day. She peeked through the curtains and saw no ray of burning light, so she opened them fully, unlocked the doors and stepped out on to her balcony. She breathed in the cool, night air. It relaxed her after her sleepless day, her tensed muscles began to loosen. She tried to clear her mind, so that she could totally relax. But she knew that she had mere hours before the source came for her. She shuddered. Her husband... As if in cue a knock came from behind her. She looked down to realise she was still in her nightwear. Her quite revealing nightwear. Her mother had bought it for her, but her father had no idea, it was a good thing really. If he did he would've gone mad.
"Who is it?" Petra asked, stepping back into her big bedroom. It was a pale pink, and at sunset it looked deep red. She didn't have that much in her bedroom. Just her bed, her wardrobe, a chest of drawers and a door leading into her bathroom. She wasn't normally a very tidy person. Any other day her clothes would be scattered all over the floor, but yesterday her parents had made her clean her room. It hadn't taken long,of course. With her telekinetic powers all the clothes put themselves away all at the same time. Her father had found it amusing, but her mother had to hold back her annoyance. Her mother had been extremely edgy since the day before. Petra didn't know why, but she didn't have the power to find out, only her brother Vladimir could do that. And she hadn't seen him since the office incident. She knew he was still angry with her for not fighting her father's will and stopping the marriage. But she also knew it would be futile to try. Although she was his favourite, that didn't mean she had him on a string. He was a stubborn man, and it took a lot to dissuade him. Her thoughts were brought back at the sound of a voice on the opposite side of the door.
"It's Larca, can I come in?" Petra reached for her dressing gown and threw it on. She needed company at the moment. And with her brother annoyed with her, her mother and father giving her 'constructive critisism' on anything she did, Adelina not present, and Adriana hating everyone, Larca was a welcomed friend.
"Of course, come in Larca." Larca opened the door slowly and quietly. She walked in, also in her dressing gown. Hers was a creamy colour, that clung to her curves and was so long it draped over the floor behind her. Petra pulled up a chair for Larca to sit in, she complied and sat down. Petra stood up, but leaned on one of the pots from her bed. "What is it you want, Larca? Shouldn't you be in bed at this time of evening?" She asked, Larca snorted.
"Shouldn't you?" She frowned at her sister, thinking of a retaliation, but nothing came. She huffed, and crossed her arms. Larca smiled.
"Alright, alright! You win." Petra raised her arms in defeat, then fell back onto her bed. "So what do you actually want Larca? Come to insult me some more because you're grouchy Or do we actually have a real reason?" She asked sarcastically. Petra pushed her hair from underneath her back and pushed it in all directions, so it splayed all over the bed. From the position she was in, lying down and her gaze on the high ceiling, she coudln't see Larca's whole body tense.
"Well, father sent me up." Petra bolted up from her lying position. She had hoped that Larca had come just to talk to her, not to send messages.
"What for?" She already knew half of the reason, but she decided to check all the same.
"He says that he apolgises for waking you up so early, but he has just recieved news that the source will be coming earlier than half past three tommorow morning."
"What time will he be coming now?" Larca cleared her throat, then continued.
"About half one, so that he can take you back without encountering any sunlight." Petra shot up off her bed, like a coiled spring.
"Half past one?! But that's two hours earlier. How am I meant to be able to be properly ready by half one?" Larca stood up.
"I'm sure that if you start now you will have done everything and will still have time to spare. And that's the reason why he didn't just come up himself. I'm here to help." By this time Petra was almost hyperventilating. She had so much to do. She had been holding on to the little time she had left with her family, now two precious hours were being stripped from her. Larca cleared her throat again, clearly to get Petra's attention. She continued.
"Obviously your mother will be up shortly, but she has business to attend to at the present time so for now it's just you and me." By now Petra had begun to calm down slightly, but nowhere near enough to be able to think clearly. Larca's face softened at the look of her sister, she held her wrists and spoke softly. "I know it's a bit of a shock. Believe me, even I was surprised." Petra smiled and laughed, a difficult thing to do when your not breathing properly. "But getting worried and frantic won't make him come any later." Petra knew what her sister was telling her was right, unfortunately, Larca was right most of the time. Her powers made her very helpful when it came to situations like these.
"Ok, well. What should I do first? I'm sorry, i'm just so scatterbrained right now I can't think properly." Larca chuckled.
"How about a bath? Go get in the bath, have a wash. While you're in there i'll get a dress out ready for you to put on when you get out, ok?"
"How do you know what I should wear?" She asked, but Larca merely tapped her head with her finger. Of course she knew... Obviously Larca could see into the future to see which outfit would cause the best reaction.
"Now go on!" She laughed, shoving Petra in the direction of the bathroom door. "You'll never be ready at this rate!" Petra laughed and walked to the door, her hands up in a surrender.
"Ok. ok. I'm going." She shut the bathroom door and locked it. She didn't need anymore interruptions. She turned the hot tap on and put in some of her favourite bath oil. Lavender. She loved it because it was a very distinctive scent. It was sweet, but not overpowering. She dripped a little in the bath, but after a moment just decided to put the lot in. The bath was now brimming with bubbles. She stripped herself of her black dressing gown and pyjama dress and slipped into the bath. She breathed in slowly, taking in the sweet smell of lavender that surrounded her. She washed her hair - twice. It wasn't that she was fretting over what she would look like an more. She just didn't want to leave the sanctuary of the warm water. And it seemed to be working. But she spoke too soon. A loud tapping sound came from the bedroom.
"Come on. I'm pretty sure you're clean now. It's half past ten, Petra." She huffed, making the cooling water ripple around her.
"Just five more minutes, please?" She could hear her sister's snort from the room.
"And then the five minutes after that, and then after that? Nope, I don't think so. Out!" Petra thought about ignoring her, but Larca saw it coming. "Now, Petra. And besides, would you prefer you mother to get here before you're dressed so she can do it for you?" Petra literally leaped out of the bath, and quickly dried herself , and wrapped the towel around her. She walked into her room to find Larca holding up a white dress, that was as long as Larca's dressing gown, three quarter length sleeves, and a corset like top end. It was simple, but looked very elegant. She rubbed the fabric between her fingers, it felt soft and silky. "Try it on." Larca handed the dress to her and walked towards the door. "I'm off to get dressed. I shan't be long. Bye!" She slipped away without a sound.
Petra dried herself more thoroughly than before then dressed herself. She found that the dress suited her nicely. It showed off her high cheekbones, her ever so sightly darker skin and her jet black hair. She was too busy admiring herself to notice that Larca had once again entered her bedroom, along with her mother.
"You look positively gorgeous, Petra." Verona whispered. Petra spun around, her dress twisting with her.
"Oh, thank you mother." Verona walked over, a tear glistening in her right eye. Petra sighed. "You're not going to cry, are you? Do look that bad?" Verona laughed.
"Of course not. As I said, you look lovely. And who says I'm not allowed to cry at my daughter leaving?" The tear left her eye and trickled down her cheek. But she didn't burst into sobs, she stayed calm. "Now then, are you all ready?" Petra's insides churned. For a small space of time she had blissfully forgotten why all of this was happening. She was to leave her whole family to marry a man she had met once, and it wasn't as if it was just down the road either. He resided underneath America. He had many different places to stay scattered all over the place. But he was apparently taking her to somewhere just underneath Los Angeles. Until that place became a bore, and that is when he would move to another place,and start the cycle over again.
"Yes, I think so mother. All of my gowns are packed and downstairs. Along with the rest of my belongings. All that is left for me now is to say..." She inhaled a large breath to steady herself, "goodbye, to everyone." Both Verona and Larca noticed the pause in Petra's speech, Larca chose to ignore it, but Verona decided differently.
"Are you scared of leaving?" Petra stared, unable to lie. Verona tutted and hugged her tightly. "You shouldn't worry, Petra. I have been told that whenever you feel like coming back you will be able to." Petra let go and looked at her mother, sheer disbelief in her face.
"Really?" Verona chuckled.
"Of course, dear. What did you expect? For him to keep you there and never let you leave his side?" Petra nodded, making her mother laugh and hug her again. "You should know by now that if that was the case I wouldn't have let you leave at all. I would never allow that." This instantly relieved her. The fact that she could come and see them at her pleasure was a great help to her nerves.
"Thanks mother. In that case you wil probably see me again next week." The three girls laughed in unison. But Larca suddenly tensed again.
"What is it, Larca?" Verona asked.
"It's father, he's coming up here." Petra heard her mother gasp quietly. It was so quiet it was almost inaudible. But with her super sensitive hearing she heard it and she knew Larca heard it aswell. Her mother tuned to Larca.
"Larca, would you please check that everything is ready downstairs." Larca seemed utterly shocked.
"But, Auntie Verona I haven't done Petra's hair!" Petra shook her head.
"It's ok. I was going to ask you to leave it down anyway. I like it down."
"I agree." Nodded Verona. Larca seemed ready to argue, before she heard her father's footsteps on the stairs just down the hall.
"Please Larca." Petra pleaded. Eventually Larca saw reason and teleported downstairs just in time for Dracula to enter unaware that Larca had been there moments ago. "Father. What a pleasant surprise." He smiled, closing the door behind him.
"Hello Petra. I see you got my message?" She nodded. "Good. Now, it's now quarter past eleven. The source has once again made good time, and will be able too be here in less than an hour." Petra forced a smile on her unwilling lips. Just stay calm, if you act too forced he will easily see through you.
"That is brilliant, father. What would you like me to do until then?" She asked.
"Well, if you are sure that everything is ready, then you may do what you wish. On the condition that you are present when the source arrives." She felt her heart lift again. She ran over and hugged her father.
"Oh thank you!" Before running off to find Larca. She could hear her parents laughing in the background but didn't pay much attention. She hurtled down the stairs and almost collided with her sister. At first. Larca seemed alarmed.
"What is it? What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I just get to spend my last few hours of..." She was about to say freedom, but didn't know who was listening, so she rephrased. " being here, doing whatever I want." Larca gasped.
"But what should we do? Don't you want to spend this time with your mother or -" She stopped. But Petra had already understood what she was getting at, Vladimir. She knew that he wouldn't come to see her before she left. As nice as he could be, he could also be as stubborn as his dad and was never the first one to back down. Larca immediately knew that she was upset, but chose to say nothing, knowing that it would only make her feel worse.
"Ok, I guess you're right. Do you think I should talk to him?" Larca squinted her eyes, trying to forsee what talking to him would do. She opened her eyes.
"Well, obviously he won't like the fact that you're fighting against him in such a case," Petra nodded, "but he'll admire that you're standing up for your decision."
"But what will he do?" Petra asked impatiently. Larca huffed, and continued.
"He won't forgive you for what you're doing to yourself and to him. But he'll sympathise with you and when you go he will feel guilty about the harsh words he said to you." Petra nodded, but what Larca told her didn't help much. Larca reached for her hand, and placed hers around it. "Talk to him. At least then you know that you tried." Petra sighed, and released her hand from Larca's grip. Would she really feel better about it afterwards? She certainly wasn't in favour of it at the time. But she knew only someone stupid would go against Larca and her premonitions, so she left her sister in the silent foyer and made her way back up the stairs to her brother's room. When she got there she almost turned back. Was it really worth facing her brother's wrath a second time just for him to feel guilty? After a few moments of fighting with herself, she decided it was worth the risk of getting bruised arms. So she knocked, and entered her brother's room...
--X--
Adelina reached the village just after sundown. She had had to stop all day in the safe darkness of the forest. But now she was finally there she knew what she was going to do, she had no doubt about that. But first she had to feed. She hadn't landed yet, and her leathery wings peirced through the sky without making a sound, so no one knew she was there. Not the man who had just come out to blow out the candle, who was soon sweeped off into the night, and left bloodless in the outskirts of the forest. With blood rushing through her deprived veins she felt instantly awake and lively. She landed, and realised what she looked like. She had a long red gown on, with gems encrusted all along the neckline. It would have been obvious that she wasn't from the village, and her flaming red hair could have easily given her away. So she changed herself into some rags, feeling utterly disgusting, and putting her hair up into a tight bun, the shorter locks still framing the front of her face. She walked from the forest and walked into the village, and straight to the door. She knocked, and waited for a reply. After what seemed like forever a man answered the door. He semed tired, like he hadn't had any sleep for a while. Oh poor him... she thought sarcastically. But she tried not to let her hatred for the man before her stop her from acting.
"Are you Mr.Van Helsing?" She asked politely, he sighed.
"Yes, what do you want?" She was quite taken aback by his rudeness, but she continued to act in a kind manner towards him.
"I have news for you on Anna Valerious."
--X--
Vladimir sensed his sister come into the room. It should have been a happy event. He had been waiting for her for what seemed like an eternity for her to come and talk to him. Obviously he could have gone to see her but his pride wouldn't allow that. It was one thing to want her company, but too another thing completely to ask for it. But he knew that she was still scared of him. He could hear her thoughts buzzing through her mind, and he could feel how tense and on edge she was. He watched her wander around his bedroom looking for him, but not finding him.
"Vladimir?" She called. He dropped from the ceiling just in front of her, making her jump.
"Yes?" he asked, tapping his foot. She stuttered her words, probably afraid of his reaction.
"I've come to talk to you-"
"Well sorry but I've already figured that much out." He sneered. Her eyes sparked with annoyance, but quickly cooled over.
"About me leaving."
"Yes I know that to. What about it?" He asked, she had blocked her mind from him, so he wasn't sure whether the whole conversation they were about to have was worth listening to. He would have to wait and see.
"I want you to understand-" That was all he needed to hear.
"Don't waste your breath, Petra. It won't change my thoughts on the matter." He spat, while turning away from his sister.
"Please, Vlad! Just hear me out! I'm not asking for you to be totally happy and skip around congratulating me, just understand where I'm coming from." She pleaded. He took a deep breath in, and decided to turn back round again. He had nothing else to do anyway, and she was his sister.
"Fine." He muttered, his eyes on the door behind Petra. Petra smiled, glad that he was listening.
"Ok. Number one, you know I didn't have a choice in this. Father made the decision not me."
"So fight him!"
"That's rule number 2. Father is a subborn man and will not change his mind once it has been made up. You proved this yourself today by not coming to see me. You know that you aren't half as bad as he is and yet you wouldn't be swayed to apologise for your conduct yesterday." He hadn't expected that. He had to give her credit, she was using her head in this argument, but he refused to be swayed.
"Rule number three?" Her face dropped. It was obvious she had hoped that rule number two would have changed his mind.
"Rule number 3. If I don't marry the source after getting an invitation from the man himself, he would probably kill us all anyway."
"And you would rather live an eternity in hell with that man than fighting for your freedom?"
"I don't have to stay with him all the time. Mother told me that if I ever wanted to come visit, I would be able to." Vladimir snorted.
"That's what they all say. Until they grow suspicious and they have their once free wives pretty much under house arrest." He shook his head. She stepped towards him.
"Why won't you see where i'm coming from? Why can't you see that I don't have a choice?"
"Because you do!" he bellowed, turning away and walking towards the window. Petra was close to tears right now. A knock came at the door. It startle them both. The person on the other side had to knock twice before Vladimir answered.
"Come in." Larca came in timidly, looking from Petra to Vladimir, a sort of half scowl on her face when she realised that Petra was upset. "What is it Larca?"
"Father told me to fetch Petra. The source is but five minutes away." Petra immediately ran for the door, disappearing. But not quick enough for Vladimir not to hear her crying softly as she ran down the satircase. Larca turned to him.
"Yes?" He asked. It looked as if she might have attacked him, but she calmed down, and merely growled at him before leaving his room. He turned back to the window, and saw in the distance a black carriage almost flying through the forest...
--X--
Van Helsing ushered her in without another word. For a few moments he had seemed to be in too much shock to think properly, but eventually he came to his senses. He walked into the living room and they both sat down.
"Now," he said, "what is it you know about the whereabouts and health of Anna Valerious?" Even though this man had caused her many miseries, she couldn't help but admire him slightly. Unlike her father, he didn't sugar the pill or anything like that. It was straight to the point.
"I know that Dracula has her locked up in a room in his castle. She seems to be healthy, for her condition anyway, and-" He cut her off.
"What condition? The illness which she had before she was taken?" Adelina raised her eyebrow.
"You do know that she's pregnant right?" The look on his face said it all. She hadn't told him. She bowed her head and waited for him to speak. It took a few minutes before he found his voice again.
"How far along is she?" It was only a whisper, a mortal would have to have strained their ears to hear it.
"I don't know. Fa - Dracula is the only one that knows. What I do know is that she is very developed for how old the baby is. So they are likely to induce her soon." She had tried to hide her slip-up, but she knew he had noticed.
"Dracula is your father?" She nodded her head, knowing it would be useless to deny it. But she tensed her muscled ready to dodge any unwanted attack. But strangely, he didn't even twitch his finger muscles towards her. But he looked towards her hair, all tied up in a bun loosely. It was easy to see which bride was her mother.
"Then why would you want to go against your father? I'm quite certain that if he ever knew you were down here then he would kill you." She smirked.
"Oh don't worry I know that, he's played the beat-your-daughter-to-a-pulp card already. He doesn't scare me as much as he used to."
"That still doesn't justify why you're down here telling me about- ah." He had realised what she was up to. "You're telling me where Anna is so I can fetch her, and then she doesn't become your father's bride. A replacement to your mother." She shot up and kicked the closest table over. It didn't seem to startle him in the slightest.
"He was planning on taking her anyway, but while he fought for Anna's affections, my mother was pushed aside. Of course, Verona wasn't. She's head bride, couldn't ever do a thing wrong. And Marishka, the cow, is a great twister. Anything she ever did wrong was easily put onto my mother. It was always her fault!" After throwing a few more precious ornaments around the room, she settled down, and sat back on the sofa opposite Van Helsing. He sat up and sighed.
"Well, it would seem we both have the same enemies." He stood up, and tapped his chin. "We shall leave as soon as possible. We can't go back to Dracula's castle like this. I need more information, and more weapons." She stood up to face him.
"Hello?" waving at him mockingly, "If anyone could give you information it would be someone who has been inside the castle walls." Indicating to herself. "And weapons? Hasn't this place got a whole armoury somewhere?" He sighed out of boredom. It was obvious they weren't going to get anywhere if they were going to fall at the first hurdle - getting along.
"I need more information than what you can give me. Information from before you were born. From when Dracula has taken brides before, and so forth. And as for weapons. Here there are knives, swords, even some guns. But I need to restore on silver bullets and my cross bow needs more ammunition. And they don't do things like that around here." She nodded. He continued. "You will come with me."
"And what is my payment for helping you?" She asked. She could see that she was irritating him, and she was enjoying it.
"Your payment is that I haven't handed you in to your family." He tried to walk to the door, but she cut him off.
"No, I think I deserve more than that for saving the Valerious. Besides, my revenge could have been killing you. Then I would have been reconciled with my father as well as avenging my mother." He walked around her, but he could hear her following, so he continued.
"I let you live too you know. When you sipped up on who you really are I could have killed you, but I didn't." She laughed.
"Yes, but you only did that to find out why I was helping you and to see if it was a trick." He turned on her.
"That's a thought. How do I know that this isn't all a hoax. And then when my back is turned you will turn on me and bite me to save yourself from your father's wrath?" At this point they were in the hallway that joined the living room to the armoury. Adelina was aware that if he went any further and let her guard down it could be her end... just like it was with her mother.
"I've already told you, I don't fear my father as much as I used to. I know now that no matter how much he hurts me I will always heal."
"And what if he kills you?"
"Well then I'll be away from him and with my mother." She replied smartly. He stood and thought for a moment, before looking her in the eye.
"What is it you want?" She smiled smugly.
"My life. I want your word that my death will never come from you." He gritted his teeth, but nodded, and turned for the armoury. "And-" He spun around again.
"Look, I'll allow you your life, but you're pushing your luck now!" She grinned.
"I want Dracula. You can kill as many other vampires as you want, but bearing in mind that if you kill my sister I won't be very pleased. But I wan't to deal with him." He frowned. He didn't have a problem with her killing him, but was she strong enough for that? "And yes I am thank you!" He looked her in the eye, could she read minds? "And no I can't read minds. That would be Vladimir's power, son of Verona. He can also manipulate you if you are close and weak enough. So if you ever need to attack him, don't think, just act. It's the only way to beat him. You would need the same sort of strategy for Larca, Marishka's daughter. She can see the future, making her even more difficult. But Vladimir, she isn't all muscle. She knows she isn't the strongest, but if you attack Marishka her power could be deadly." He nodded, and waited for her to continue. "Petra's power is also quite deadly, and she has learnt to master it very easily, so who knows what havoc she could create."
"Who's Petra?" Her face turned sour.
"Oh, Verona's perfect daughter. Don't get me wrong, she's nice. But she's too perfect, good at everything, just as flawless as her mother." She spat. "She has telekinetic powers, she can move things with her mind. And not just light things either, she's got enough power to lift up a whole carriage, including the horses, clean off the ground and into the sky. Her weakness would be her anger. If you tease her and she loses control she can't keep control over her powers, they sort of control her in a way. Anger fueling it. So if you ever come across her, be warned. Though I wouldn't worry too much about her, focus on the other two." He glanced over at her with a confused look. She explained. "Petra has recently become engaged to the source of all evil. She will be going with him today, meaning the odds are she won't be any where near the castle when we attack."
"And what about your sister? What power does she have?"
"Siren powers. She can seduce any married man, but to anyone that isn't married it has no effect. But if she knows that you're with me she won't attack."
"You're close, are you?"
"We've all that we've got left." He could hear the emotion running through her words.
"And you?" She quickly regained her composure, and cleared her throat.
"I can control the weather. I must admmit that I haven't comletely got the hang of it yet, but I'm not far from mastering it." He stared in disbelief.
"You can control the weather?" She nodded, uncertainty in her eyes. "That's - wow. That should even the odds." She smiled politely.
"Thanks, anyway, shouldn't we get ready for leaving. If I may be so bold, I would prefer it if we didn't leave until tommorow night. That way I can spend all day making sure everything is packed for - wherever we are going." He nodded.
"Of course, and we're going to Rome." He saw her eyes fill with fear.
"Rome?! I can't go to Rome! They'd kill me without even listening to me, to my motives! We can't go there. Anywhere but Rome!" He stepped up to reassure her.
"No, I wouldn't allow that. I'm the best demon hunter they've got. And if I tell them that you have information on Dracula and that you're trustworthy then you're trustworthy." She nodded, slightly calmed by his speech. He turned and walked into the armoury, and she followed. She came in to find him picking up some silver stakes and guns. She looked around for what she could take. She coudln't take holy water, just in case she spilt it. A silver stake would be too ironic for her taste. But as she made her way around she found the sword section. Her mother, in the few months that they had not fed, had taught both her and her sister to fight with swords. She had to admit that her sister wasn't as good as her. When she lost she went in a paddy and refused to do it for the whole day. So her mother had had to let her win. This immediately made her want to fight again, until she lost again.
"You can use a sword?" She turned to see Van Helsing looking at her.
"Yes, my mother taught me and my sister. I can also fight without a sword." He nodded, then smirked.
"And do you go around fighting in that type of clothing?" She then remembered what she was wearing. She had forgotten all about it. She spun once and her raggy clothing had changed into black leggings, a frilly top with long sleeves and knee-length boots.
"Better?" She asked sarcastically. He nodded.
"Much." She turned back to hide her smile, and began to pick out a range of swords. One broadsword, a rapier, and a knife, all were put on a belt around her waist. Once Van Helsing had picked out his fair few wapons he showed her to the room that she would have for the remainder of the night and the next day. It was medium sized, nowhere near as big as her last room. But she preffered it at a smaller size. When they were massive no matter how much stuff you put in it made it seem like a bedroom. It looked empty. This room, however, was crammed full of things. A wardrobe, a chest of drawers,a king size bed, a dressing table, a large window with velvety curtains, and a bathroom followed on through the door on the other side. "Is this room ok?" He asked, she realised she had been wandering around for a few minutes now without saying anything.
"It's wonderful, thank you." She answered, all the while still wandering around the room, taking in everything that was in there, and its place. He coughed to get her attention, she spun around and looked at him.
"I'll leave you now then." She nodded, still looking at him. "I'll come and get you at about ten o'clock tommorow night. There is a clock on the bed-side table so you will know. But be ready at nine just in case."
"Of course." They stood in silence for a moment before he closed the door and turned to leave her. But he lookd at the door, and walked back, locking it. Just in case. He walked back to his own room, which was only down the hall, but not close enough to stop her if she tried to escape to go back. That was what the lock was for. He closed his own door and got out of his coat and bag some silver stakes, holy water and a gun full of silver bullets. It never hurt to be too careful...
Okie dokey then. Thank God this chapter is over! You have no idea how many times I re-wrote this thing! Ok, I've finished complaining now. Hope u liked it!