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Chapter Three

"This can't be happening. This can't be happening." October said under her breath as she watched the figures on the TV. "Dillon?" She said looking over to the young man as he to was staring at the TV. He turned to her and just stared in confusion. Then she saw him glace towards the phone. Then he got up quickly and pick up the phone.

"NO. Don't please." October stood up and looked at him with hurt eyes. "Dillon. Don't. I didn't do it." Fresh tears came to her eyes. "I didn't do it."

Dillon hung up the phone and stared at her. "I have barely known you for a year, how can I trust you."

"Dillon, you're my only friend. I tell you everything. I tell you the truth. I didn't kill my grandpa." October took a deep breath to tried to stop the tears.

"What about you father? Did you kill him?" Dillon asked as he stared at the young woman.

October looked at the ground not wanting to reply. "Yes." She said under her breath.

Dillon picked up the phone again and started dialing. "Dillon!!" She screamed, "DON'T. I'll explain." Dillon stop dialing but still held the phone to his ear. " I'll explain" She said a little calmer.

Dillon hung up the phone for a second time. "So explain."

"Come back to the couch, come sit." She told him. He hesitated but then came back to the couch and sat beside October.

"Yes. I did kill my father. But I couldn't stand him being in the house any longer." October said still trying to keep herself from crying. She hesitated not wanting to continue. "What would you do if your father beat up your mother everyday? What if he used to beat you? And my mother would just let him. She fell to his every word. She used to come sleep with me at night just to get away from him. One day, while mom was sleeping in my bed. And he was lying on the couch pissed-drunk. I had to be quiet because, well he would have got up and beat me if I wasn't. I went to the kitchen and got the longest, sharpest knife there was. Went back to the living room and found him past out. So I went a slit his throat. I wanted him so badly out of our lives. I was willing to do anything."

"What about you mom? What did she say when she found him on the couch, dead?" Dillon asked, his face still in shock from the story.

"She was sad, shocked, yet she knew why I did it and I think she was thankful that I did but she never did tell me. She did call the cops and I confess right there. They figured that I was lying about him beating us and they figured that I wasn't well so, the sent me to the hospital till I was ten." She said finally getting the courage to look at Dillon. " I didn't kill my grandpa."

"But it is in the same fashion. I just don't understand. If you didn't do it who did?"

"I don't know. I heard a loud crash and raced down-stairs and found him on the ground. Dillon you have to believe me. I didn't kill him." October shook her head. There was a short pause. "The page."

"What page?"

"The page. You remember that page he gave me from the safe. Who ever took that book killed my grandpa. They were missing that page."

"They? For what?"

"The guy who killed him. To bring back Dracula." October said as she walked over to the window.

"To bring back Dracula? I see." Dillon walked over and stood by her staring at her while she looked out the window. "October, why don't you go take a shower put on one of my sweaters and sweat pants. I will make the couch out for you to sleep on."

October nodded her head "Okay." She looked at him and smiled weakly.

"Take a long one, it will help you relax." Dillon said smiling back.

October went to the bathroom followed by Dillon as he went to his room to get towels and some clothes for her to wear. He smiled at her and went back to the living room.

When he heard the shower, he walked to the phone and picked it up.

October stood under the strong pressure of the shower as she watch red streaks go down the drain. She took the bar of soap and started scrubbing her body. When the blood was all gone, she leaned against the shower wall and started to cry.

After fifteen minutes, October got out of the shower and dried herself and put on Dillon's clothes. Grey sweats that were too small for him and a black hoodie. Then she braided her hair.

When October stepped out of the bathroom, a room full of police officers greeted her. October turned to back into the bathroom, but already an officer hand his hands on her.

"October Peters. You are under arrest for the murder of William Van Helsing. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say will be used against you in court." Said and officer as he handcuffed her hands behind her back.

October saw Dillon looking at the ground when this was all happening. He finally looked up to face October. She just shook her head that said 'How could you?' Then the officer brought her out of the apartment building and into a squat car.

Dillon watched from the window as the parade of police cars drove away.

"So what you are say is that there is a cult that killed your grandfather and they are going to try to bring back Vlad the Impaler." Sergeant Adams said in a mocking tone to October who sat across the table, her hands cuffed behind her back.

"That's what I'm saying." She spat back. "I didn't believe it at first, I'm not sure if I do at all. But I'm telling, I wouldn't touch my grandpa. And that was the story he gave to me the night her died. Ask Dillon, he was there."

"We have talked to Mr. Mallet earlier and her denied ever hearing anything about Dracula in you home." Adams said.

"What?" October spoke under her breath. "He was there, my grandpa was talking about Dracula and that he was going to come back, and I would have to be the one to kill him."

"Ah hun? Dracula…right. I'll be right back." The man stood up and walked out of the small integration room.

October stared at herself in the mirror that was across from her. She noticed for the first time that her black hair was falling out of the braid and her face had gone ghost white. Then she looked away not wanting look at herself.

Adams came back to the room and sat back down in his seat. "Miss. Peters, I have understanding that this has happened before. And I understand your condition. So, outside is and ambulance to take you to the hospital, where you will spend your sentence there."

"Your sending me to a god damn mental institution?" She said in a hatful disbelief.

"A maximum security mental institution." He said looking down. "I think you have a problem."

"Of course I have a fucking problem, my grandpa, my only family, was killed in my home." She yelled as she lean forward.

Within minutes three officers came in and pulled October our of the room and lead her outside as she sceamed and kicked wildly to get out of their grip. Then they strapped her to a gurney and drove away to the hospital.