Hi guys! How is everyone? Almost half term so I'm dead excited! Sorry about how short this chapter this is but there was really nothing else I could add without kind of taking away the tension. You'll see what I mean lol :)

Petra bowed as the source entered the house, she looked to the ground. So only saw his cloak as he walked towards her. He put his hand out for her.

"Petra." She took it and stood up again. She was at loss for things to say. She could see her father in the background and he was making her incredibly nervous. But the source flicked his hand, and her father left the room, the tension easing as he left. "Better?" he asked, she half-heartedly smiled.

"Much, thank you." Once again she had no idea what to do, but once again he saved her.

"It's a very nice night." She beyond the source to look out of the door. It had been snowing heavily, leaving it thick carpet of it on the normally icy ground. And all the stars were out. Such a night in this castle was a rare occasion. "How would you like to go for a walk?" She snapped her head back to him.

"I-if you like." He held on to her hand with his icy grip and walked out into the snow.

--X--

Dracula watched them walk together in the snow for over half an hour. Whether they were aware of him watching he didn't know, but he watched all the same. The dwergi had already packed her stuff away ready for them to leave. He was in his office, but the large window made them easy to disinguish in the snow. With him were his brides and Larca. Until a few minutes ago it had just been him and Verona wathing their daughter walk. It had been obvious that she was scared of him a first, as she had held his hand but stayed at least a foot away, but by now she had become more relaxed and was walking next to him without the need of their hands together. But Marishka had brought Larca up after she had had a premonition, about Petra.

"You're sure about what you saw? You know that if this is true, we will all be untouchable to both the human and demonic world?" Larca looked petrified, almost as if she regretted telling her father. So Marishka had to speak for her.

"Yes master. If the two are-" she thought about the right way to say it, "married within the week, Petra will concieve a son."

--X--

Adelina paced around her bedroom for the umpteenth time that day. It was nine o'clock in the afternoon and the sun had just slipped away behind the cliffs. Now all she was waiting for was Van Helsing. Finally she heard him walking down the hall way to her room. She dropped from the ceiling and double checked she had all the weapons she needed. Then the door opened, she noticed that he had to open a lock to open the door, this amused her.

"Ready to go?" He asked, she smiled and walked past him, talking while she was walking.

"And if you're going to try and stop me from leaving or from killing you in your sleep you're going to have to try a lot harder than that. The window was free for use of escaping and with my powers that lock would've been just as easy as opening a normal door." She heard him huff behind her, but didn't comment. He learnt quickly...

Van Helsing stepped outside and double checked that the sun had definitely gone, and then signalled Adelina out. She walked out and breathed in the fresh air. She had been stuck in the house all day and the night previous. It made her feel cut off from nature and from her powers.

"Are you getting in?" He asked, cutting off her thoughts. She shook her head.

"No, if it's ok with you I'll fly until we get to Budapest. When I'm in my bat form I can sense where my kin are, so then I would be able to tell if they were following us." He frowned.

"But wouldn't that mean that they could hear you too." She sighed lightly.

"Unfortunately, yes. But I would be able to hear them as soon as they took flight, which means you have enough time to change course without me knowing which way you're going so they can't read my mind and find out." He looked uncertain, but got up on the carriage, ready to steer the horses.

"If you're sure, Adelina." She nodded, and waited for Van Helsing to get moving. When he did, she quickly ran over to the bridge a few meters away, and leaped from it. Her flowing dress soon turned into her bat like wings, the rest of her body growing grotesque. Her claws sharpened along with her teeth. She easily caught up with Van Helsing, and slowed down to stay beside him. He looked up and saw her flying over him, and for some reason was relieved that she was there. He shivered slightly, wondering what was wrong with him if he found calm with a blood sucking vampire flying just above him...

--X--

Petra woke sluggishly from her sleep. She woke up in the same carriage she had fallen asleep in, the only difference was the scenery outside, and the dim light about to break through the hills. She quickly pulled the heavy curtains over the window and then checked her watch. Seven thirty... She had been alseep for about four hours. She had left the castle at about three o'clock, with some persuasion from her father. The source and her had walked round the gardens for about an hour talking. Just talking, but of matters of great importance, well, great importance to her anyway. At the beginning, walking next to him had been very awkward for her. Having to hold his arm to prevent herself from almost running away, into oblivion for all she cared. Just to get away from everything. From her arranged marriage, from her parents, from her brother. But she knew she had no choice but to keep walking, so she did. But eventually her tight grip on his arm had slackened. She had no need to hold so tightly anymore. They spoke of visiting her home, and he confirmed that she could come and go as she pleased. On condition thatshe would stay with him when important visits or gatherings came about, but he also said that if there was then her family were most likely to be invited to court anyway. So she agreed quickly. At one point she could have sworn that they were both being watched, but she put it to the back of her mind. The two most likely options were the source's men which he had brought with him, watching from a safe distance. Or, the more likely of the two, it was her father watching from from a safe distance.

A bump from the carriage brought her back to the present, and remimded her about how homesick she was already. When the time had come for her to leave, she had hugged her mother so tightly she could have sworn she heard a rib snap, but if it did her mother did nothing to show it. She just carried on smiling. Her father had given her a quick kiss onthe cheek, telling her that they would be up at the longest time of a week. Just after she was actually married to the source. She shuddered again like she had when he had whispered the words into her ear. She pulled the shrug she now had on around her tightly. It had been her mothers, but she had been given it just before she left. She once again breathed in the sweet aroma that came off the warm shrug. It smelt of her mother, of her father, of home. She looked at her watch again, seven thirty five. She sighed in frustration, and leaned back on the seat. She knew it was going to be a long ride. At first, the source had accompanied her, but after she failed to hide a yawn he left her to sleep. But not being in her own bed, with her night clothes on made her even more homesick. Her mother had said that it was natural for anyone to feel homesick for a few days. But she said that soon enough she would have gotten over it and would be happy in her new home. She hoped that her mother hadn't just been reassuring her, but actually telling the truth.

--X--

Vladimir wiped his mouth on his hand, and tossed the lifeless carcass to one side. A shame really, he thought, she had been so pretty. The woman he had fed from had to be no older than twenty. She had thick, blounde hair that fell to her waist, and she had been alone. He had only come down to the village to clear his thoughts. After his sister had left he had felt strangely alone and - almost hollow. So he came down hoping that a walk would cheer him up. He couldn't do it too near the castle. His father would have seen him. He had eventually found himself inside the local bar. Obviously not wanting anything, but the sight of the waitress perked him up a bit. She came over and asked him what he wanted. He told her that he was alright for the moment, but he may change his mind later. She nodded, and walked away, while he read her thoughts. Apparently, she thought he was very attractive and well mannered. What surprised him was that she hadn't had a second's thought on his clothes and how well dressed he was compared to everyone else. He looked at his watch, six thirty. He had been there for the better part of two hours, and he knew that if he didn't leave soon he would be stuck in the place all day. But, luckily for him, the girl was just finishing her shift. She took off her uniform and cahnged into her normal attire. She was dressed very simply, but it suited her well. He couldn't see her waering the chunky jewels that his aunt Aleera used to wear, or even the slightly smaller ones that his own mother wore. She stepped towards the door, but he cut across her and put his hand out towards her.

"Allow me to escort you home?" He asked. He saw the fear flit over her pale face and green eyes, but it was quickly shrouded over by happiness.

"Of course." She smiled, and took his arm in hers. He grinned. They walked for a few minutes, and he slowly got to know her. She said her name was Christine (ok i know it's not that Transylvanianish sorry!), that she had two older brothers and a younger sister. Her brothers no longer lived in the area, they had moved away a few years back to the more developed areas of Europe. So she lived with her younger sister and her father. She had no idea why her mother died, her father didn't want to talk about it. All she knew was that she died shortly after giving birth to her sister. She didn't know whether the two were linked. She only had the faintest memories of her mother. Just her whispers in her ear when she would get scared or upset that would always calm her. The touch of her when after a bed time story she would kiss her forehead, and brush her hair back from her face. At every word Vladimir felt another pang of guilt flow through his dead heart. He didn't know how long he would be able to stay focused, so he sped up the conversation.

"Tell me Christine, have you ever met a vampire before?" He saw her brow furrow, then she giggled.

"A vampire?" She asked, he could feel himself letting go of her arm, to turn away and run. But he had started, now he had to finish.

"Yes, a vampire. I've heard that Dracula and his brides sometimes come down here. Not that i've ever been around at the time myself. As I said, I'm only a traveller dropping in for a few nights. So?" He questioned, as they continued walking. His thoughts and sight were no longer on the twisted trail that she was leading him, but on Christine and how thoughtfully and seriously she was taking the question he had thrown at her from out of the blue.

"Erm, not that I'm aware of. I used to have nightmares when I was little, about two vampires coming in and taking mother. But it was only a way for me to explain why she'd gone. It seemed the only way she could have died without warning so quickly. Of course now I know that there are many ways, not that it helps much..." She trailed away. The panging in his heart grew harder. "Still," she continued, "what could I do? I've just learnt to live without her and have my father. He tried his best, bless him, to raise me and my little sister Paige (again, I know!) as best he could. But when it came to a certain age he thought it best to just leave us be. Probably saved his life with me and my sister's temper." She chuckled. He turned towards the path again, trying to rid his voice of too much emotion.

"You don't seem the type to lose your temper easily." She grinned, then whispered.

"Looks can be decieving." Giggling quietly afterwards. He smiled, oh yes, he knew that. They walked for a few minutes before he stopped abruptly, she turned, slightly confused. They were now in between the last village and the next one. Utter silence, and no one around.

"Christine." He said , without looking at her, rather looking at the cloudless sky, and the crescent moon that held witness to his actions.

"Yes?" She asked, he heard her heartbeat pick up slightly at the sound of his voice.

"You remember how you said that looks could be decieving?" She nodded, her heartbeat picking up more speed as the seconds ticked by.

"Well..., " He said, as he opened his mouth to her to show off his full grown teeth, ready to puncture her skin. He heard her sharp intake of breath, and he could see her slowly backing away, but it did nothing to dissuade him. "I think you're right." At that she took off into the dense forest, but he was easily keeping up with her and her human disability of running at snails pace. "There's no point..." He whispered, making her shiver and trip. But she carried on, trying desperately to be rid of him. He could see up ahead that the forest was clearing, and that the sun had little more than a few miutes before it would show itself. So he lunged, falling on top of her, he back on the wet ground, her eyes facing him, full of fear. He laughed darkly. "This will teach you to let a man you've barely met walk you home won't it?" She whimpered underneath him, but he didn't hear it properly. He quickly sunk his fangs into her vulenrable neck. He heard her scream and writhe in agony as he drew her pure and delicious tasting blood from her innocent body. After a few seconds she stopped moving and making sounds, just laying still. Vladimir quickly realised he had eaten all he could eat and stood up, not before closing her eyes as a sign of respest to her. He was so absorbed with the girl that he didn't notice the sun, the light hit his arm, and burnt starught through his flesh. He stepped back, into the thicker trees, and ran. He knew that he preobably wouldn't be able to get home by now, but he would get as far as he could to home, and away from the dead body.

But because he took off so quickly he didn't notice the twitch from the body's finger. Then another, then a turning of the head. Vladimir had left her with a lot of blood left in her. Christine - was awake.

I know it's really short, they get back to loger ones after this don't worry. I loved this chapter for some reason though, short but sweet. And if any one noticed the irony in it well done, it was there on puropse :)

But what will happen now with Christine and Vladimir? Or Petra and the source? Or even Adelina and Van Helsing? Guess you'll have to wait and see! PLz plz plz don't forget to review!