Chapter Four

"Yesterday afternoon, alleged killer, October Peters, was brought to London Institution for the Mental Ill, where she will stay for her five year sentence for murder of her grandfather. Officials say that she is not at all well, and that she was rambling about the return of Dracula. I'm sure we will no see the return of the fanged villain, not at least till Halloween next year. This is Anne Smith reporting from BBC."

Dillon sighed as he turned off the TV and headed for the bathroom. He turned on the water and splashed his face with cold water. Then he stared at himself. "What did you do? She didn't do it and you know it." He said talking to himself. Then he scrubbed his face with cold water again. Then took a towel to dry his face. His head turned when he heard the front door open.

Dillon walked out of the bathroom and into the hallway to see who was there. He saw a young woman standing there staring at him. "Hello Dillon." He moved towards her.

"What are you doing here?" He demanded.

"I came to thank you." She just laughed bitterly.

"For what?"

"For sending her to the intuition, I think it is a nice touch."

"How supposed to know she was going to go there? Wait…" he paused " You knew about her father. So that's why you ask me to…"

"Boy you are getting smarter every day." She said with an evil smile.

"How does that make you feel?" An elderly man in a white doctors jacket asked October, who was sitting across from him. This is was her first therapy session since she has been there and Doctor Dobbs was making her mad.

"How does the killing of my father make me feel? Fantastic." She said in a sarcastic tone. "I… can't explain how I feel. Cause I haven't had time to morn for him. Being arrested and brought to this place where I don't belong. I'm just trying to deal with just happened in last few days."

"And how do you feel about coming here?" He said as he nodded his head as if he understands.

"I have been sent to a mental hospital, when there is nothing wrong with me, how would you feel." She spat back trying to conceal her tears.

"I don't know, but this is your first time in this kind of hospital, is it?"

"No. This is not my first time and I know that you already knew that. I know you do." She said fill with hate.

"Why were you sent to this kind of hospital?" He asked ignoring her comment.

October stared at him in disbelief as he stared back at her. "Okay, look. My grandpa is dead. Yes, I was at the scene of the crime. But you forget; I live in that place and I heard something downstairs so I went to go see him and he was dead. I held him in my arms; note the blood. If I really did kill him, I would have been out of there like a lighting bolt. No standing around."

Dr. Dobbs nodded his head and then wrote in his notebook. Then looking up again. "What does Dracula mean to you?"

"Dracula?"

"Yes, Dracula."

"To me, he is just a horror tell, told by Bram Stoker."

"So no meaning to you. You know Van Helsing is a character on Bram Stoker's tale. You grandfather's last name. Did he mention anything back that. His study was filled with book about this myth."

"You could say that it was his hobby."

"You said to the police that you think Satanist killed you grandfather, because they want to bring back the prince of darkness, is this true?"

"Yeah, I did mention it. But I'm only saying what he told me the night he was killed. Are we done yet?" October asked wanting to get out of there.

"Yeah, You may go." He said looking down at his notes and adding to it.

October stood up and walked towards the door. Then turned around "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course." He said looking up from his papers.

"I was just wondering if there was a way to go to my grandpa's funeral?" She said her eyes had gone soft.

Dr. Dobbs smiled slightly "I'll see what I can do."

October turned at left the office.

"She did not kill William Van Helsing." Dr. Dobbs said to the boardroom at the hospital.

"What?" The chairman said in shock and disbelief.

"October Peters did not kill her grandfather. I have spent only and hour with her. I know this. This girl is troubled, yes, but it is no the result of killing her grandfather. He took her in and gave her everything she need. Why would she kill him?"

"You forget Doctor. She's done this before."

"Yes, I know, but she had a motive. Tell me what motive she had to kill her grandfather." He paused. "There is none. She in fact, she wants to go to his funeral. What insane killer wants to go to their victim's funeral? What sane killer would?"

"What are you getting at Doctor?"

"This girl is the victim her. I don't think we can help her here. She did not kill William Van Helsing. Now I'm asking you to let her go to the funeral."

"Let a convicted murderer go to a funeral, were everyone will be spitting on her? Yeah, sound like a great idea."

"This is her grandfather, she has the right to morn for him."

The chairman sighed, "Your right, I'll assign someone to take her."

"Thanks you."

Running with nowhere to go, she is out of breath, she looks behind her and dark figures and following closely behind. She doesn't know where she is and where is going. She stops when she sees her grandfather standing there. Pale, but the same man, then blood starts dripping from his throat. A loud scream came from the girl.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned around. The dark figures looked like demons with red eyes and they started beating down on her making her world collapses all around her.

October bolted from her bed in a cold sweat. It took her a few minutes to realize she had stopped breathing. She looked around her small cell like room, it was dark and she heard someone in the room that made her heat race even faster.

Then the blinds were opened and the sun shone in blinding her. When she got used to the light and nurses was cleaning her room and refilling her water basin.

"October, you should shower. Your escort will be here in an hour to take you to your father funeral. You need to get ready. Dr. Dobbs took the liberty to arrange for some proper clothing for the occasion."

The young girl didn't say anything she just looked at the nurse, who placed at black clothing on the foot of the bed. October stood up and went to her tiny bathroom and took a quick shower. When she was down she did what she could with her hair, which was a braid.

Then she dressed in the clothes that were brought for her.

There was a knock on the door and the nurse came back in with out waiting for a response. "Officer Derek Wilkinson is waiting for you."

October was lead by the nurse to the common area, where she saw a young man standing there beside Dr. Dobbs, also the other members for the board. She was lead right up to the men.

"October, this is Office Wilkinson. He is going to take you to the funeral and bring you back here." Dr. Dobbs said slowly to her, and then took a look at her attire. "You look good."

The girl smiled slightly, then the officer took out his cuffs. October looked at him and held out her hand and the man gently put them on. "Ready to go."

October nodded her head with out saying a work and the officer took her by the arm and lead her out to his 2006 mustang GT, and they were off to the funeral.