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Quincey and the Uninvited

It was never a tiring experience to hold a celebration for a dear beloved child such a feeling enveloped Wilhelmina Harker as she laid her now seven year old son to his bed. She chuckled at his sweet slumbering face and marveled at his beauty. Mina carefully sat on the bed after lovingly place the blanket on the boy. She treaded her fingers down on his black shiny hair but young child was undoubtedly exhausted. Unbeknownst to her the door was slowly opened by a mischievous Englishman.

'Is Quincey asleep?' a voice suddenly spoke behind Mina. She didn't hear the shadow come in through the door. Startled, she almost screamed.

Eee- hmp! She would've wakened her son if not of a hand that gagged her mouth. She instantly remembered the voice and turn complaining to her laughing husband, Jonathan Harker. He cackled at her surprised expression. He saw her pallor and forced his laughter down his throat and his wife said 'I told you not to surprise me! What would you do if Quincey woke up?'

'No worries, he was too tired. Look at him sleep, he's so beautiful…' Jonathan explained, skimmed his arms around his wife's waist and crossed them below her chest before dampening her face with a kiss. '…like his mother. And will be strong as me, and brave as our friend Quincey Morris. Bless his soul for these wonderful gifts we now share.' Mina nodded to agree. They both offered the boy a kiss on the forehead, turned off the light before sealing the room at their wake. Jonathan quickly filled his wife of the guests that just arrived. They were the reason that he just couldn't wait and had to fetch her. He knew that she would be staying for at least another half hour just watching their son go to sleep. At the living room, they were greeted with a smile by a clean shaven gentleman; his hair brushed backward and paired by a formal white coat.

'John! Nancy! Oh, it's so nice to see you two. It was running late so I thought maybe John had an important case to work on.' Mina gave her doctor a quick warm hug but did not fail to put a comment at his choice of color, typical of a doctor to choose white. Beside him was a beauty that extended her hand but was brushed off by Mina, she hugged her instead and said, 'I think we owe you a thank you seeing that you managed to tow your husband here.'

'I only have to remind him a couple of times, no big deal,' she mused. Mina gave her a second look and handed her an approving nod, acknowledging that she liked what she see, her long auburn hair bounced perfectly over her ivory silk chameuse that flatters the figure.

'Arthur said his coming but will be late, please, I'm sure you're hungry.' Mina and Jonathan stepped aside and showed the couple the way to the dining room. They haven't seen each other for almost a year since their wedding last summer. It was a solemn event and from where they were seated, John glowed with happiness that day. It gave them all the assurance that they can all move on with their life. What worries them all was Arthur Holmwood, the incumbent Lord Godalming after his father had died. They fear that he hasn't forgotten about Lucy Westenra. The memory of her still lingered in their mind after all and they knew that her death will never be forgotten. They only hoped that he found himself a new love. Mina brushed the though aside and offered a nod to their guests to proceed, walking first to have them follow. John and Nancy tailed along listening to her as they looked at the pictures hanged on the hall, 'He will certainly be here any minute now. How about the professor?'

'I am afraid Dr. Hellsing might not make it, you see, he went back to Transylvania a couple of days ago. I expected receiving a message from him but none came yet which makes me a bit worried.' Dr. John Seward replied.

'Knowing the doctor, I don't think we have anything to worry about.' Nancy interjected. 'I am pretty sure that he's safe and strong. I don't think there's any creature there that's stronger than him,' she added. The group paused and had a moment exchanging glances behind the Italian beauty of Seward's wife. John knew what the pair opposite theirs was thinking, that she had no idea what's out there, but kept it to himself and let the Harker pair to take them to the dining table.

They sat down around the table filled with lovely wines, fruits and delectable dishes humbly prepared by Mina. The couple asked to see the celebrant but was excused after learning that the poor kid was exhausted from playing with his friends. Filled with laughter and dazzling sound of glass wine clashed to victory, the dining room was busy until they heard a call from the front door. 'O, that must be Lord Godalming,' Jonathan guessed and excused himself.

'Let me come with you.' Dr. Seward offered.

'No, please have some more wine and hold that story about patient X.' Mina requested. John agreed and sat comfortably before continuing on with his story. Jonathan excused himself quickly wiping his lips clean with table napkin and hurriedly went to the door.

'You see he just can't help thinking about his patients...' were the last few clear words Jonathan heard from Nancy before he went out of ear shot and entered the living room to where their door is. He peeked at the hole by the door and saw the image of the man they all wanted to see but not expected. He quickly opened the door and gave the old man a tight embrace before shouting his name in his glee, 'Dr. Van Hellsing, what a pleasant surprise this is, I thought you won't make it.'

'That's what I thought so myself.' He agreed giving the host an equally warm embrace.

'What! Did you say the doctor is here?' It appeared that Dr. Seward followed his friend after all in fetching the door. He further widened the maw of the door and saw Jonathan in a warm exchange of hold close with Dr. Van Hellsing, but the two shadows past them did not escaped his careful eyes. He stumbled upon from where he stand, awed with fear and surprised at the figure before him, his eyes forced to absorb more light, hoping that he was probably mistaken but was not. 'I-impossible! Quincey Morris!'

Jonathan was startled to hear from his friend, John, and instinctively pulled Dr. Van Hellsing inside. He looked at the man again and closed the door abruptly causing a huge commotion alerting their wives inside.

Mina and Nancy hurried out the kitchen and found the men in a maddening argument that neither of them could follow. They were undoubtedly surprised to see the professor standing in front of them after John said he was supposed to be in Transylvania. Jonathan was occupied locking the door while yelling, 'what is happening here Professor?'

'Please calm down and let those two in.' He suggested.

'What!? Are you mad? Vampires in my house, no way!' Jonathan shouted.

'This doesn't make any sense at all, we witness it all right? Professor, what is this?' even Dr. Seward was at a loss. Mina declared her presence, shielding the professor from any more of the intriguing questions. When they have all calmed down and found their heads at last.

'John, what is this talk about vampire?' Nancy was the first to throw in question. She was confused and none have confided to her regarding any vampire related concern. John felt then that this was better than her having nightmare of the creatures that should not even be mentioned.

'O, my beloved, please listen and open your mind for now. I shall tell you everything in time.' Dr. Seward held the hand of his wife close, offered her kiss and secured her in his arms. Jonathan and Mina were silently waiting with their hands in lock just the same.

'I trust you John and I know you will tell me in time but I don't need to be confused as well right now,' Nancy returned kiss to his cheek which he accepted with delight. She turned to Mina and asked, 'let me look after our young Quincey for the meantime. The commotion must've woken him up.'

'You are very sweet Nancy, thank you so much.' Mina agreed. Nancy did not wait another more second and went to the second floor to where the young Quincey was sleeping quietly. She did not knock and simply smiled at the sight of him. Dr. Seward was elated to have such a wonderful wife. She never complained, not even once in their more than a year relationship, and never did that smile of her have changed even at troubling time. She has complete trust in me, he thought.

'Before we proceed I think I must prove myself human first, Madam Mina can you please do to me the prayer I offered you before? Take it; the Sacred Water is in my case.' He asked. Jonathan and John were puzzled but in alert and stood side by side with Mina. Hellsing took a glimpse of the door knowing that the two were waiting, asked Mina one more time and knelt down. Mina released his hands and opened the case. She took the Sacred Water in her hands and with everyone silently waiting, she started to pray. She held the Water close to his forehead, sprinkled it and to everyone's delight, it didn't affect him, not a smoke or any reaction. He was baptized a human and has no vampire blood flowing on his veins.

Mina was thankful but Van Hellsing was elated. He wasn't so sure of himself as well but decided that such a thing was needed if he needs the lot of them to listen. Abraham knelt down and offered a kiss to the hand of the fair lady. She was again, like last time, has aided him greatly. 'Now please lend to me your ears my friends, and listen to me with open minds. I am afraid time is once again against us and we must tread carefully.'

Abraham explained the best as he could. He started when Quincey Morris died from blood loss and grieved for him on the nearest town where he was offered a proper prayer. It was only after a few days that they were able to transport his body to Texas, his hometown, where he was buried and brought peace to his soul, in the presence of his beloved and those who loved him. Not a single one questioned his death, not even a proper autopsy was made because the word of Lord Godalming and the two doctors was more than enough for them. 'Did I get all those right?'

They agreed and so he continued. 'If I may, back then we were mortified and saddened of Quincey's death that Mina lost consciousness soon afterwards, but the truth, Mina was actually the first one to have lost her consciousness because after her, everybody followed.'

'What are you saying Professor? I am the only one who lost consciousness right?' Mina carefully searched his memory and it was as she said. Jonathan and John stated their disbelief as well but the professor continued to try and persuade them until another knock on the door took their attention. No one of them made a move. They were vampires after all and so long as none offered them to freely come in, they will be safe, but the thought soon vanished from their minds. The vulpine master of Quincey Morris has more to offer that horrified them the more for the locks of the door begun to undo on their own.

'Can a vampire really do this Professor?' John Seward began to question his old knowledge. He shivered and at the first sight of the case of the doctor, he took the stake.

The door slowly opened with an eerie sound that was almost frightening as the monster they were so afraid of asked for their hospitality. 'May we please come in?'

'No! You cannot!' Jonathan shouted with authority. He untied his hand from his wife and went to the brown cabinet near the side and took from inside his Kukri knife. But despite the warning, Alucard, clad in his black suit, set his foot inside the Harker household without a single difficulty. This wasn't supposed to happen, echoing inside the head of Van Hellsing and his friends except for another, Quincey Morris.

'Dr. Hellsing, I am sure I told you, Master Alucard is no vampire.' He answered the overwhelmed dimming light in their eyes. In his eyes, Quincey can feel their frightened souls and shaking spirit. It won't be a surprised if any one of them contract a breakdown at any given time and self-destruct. Then, he met the eyes of his master. He needs to take action and took the same step only to feel an excruciating pain in his right leg. He just can't push thru, '…Master, this pain is.'

'Don't worry. It is only your belief of vampire that made you experiences the pain, have faith in me, believe that you are no vampire, now come.' He commanded and his butler, Quincey Morris, stood his ground and slowly the pain subsided, any force that was against him before now welcomed his soul, believing only the words of his master without a bit of hesitation, he pushed for another step until he was beside his master.

Mina, Van Hellsing, and Dr. Seward had a good look of the smoke on the leg of Quincey but they also witnessed it disperse. If he got burnt marks and wounds, they were sure that it has healed on its own without an ounce of medication. He walked inside the house without the pain. Behind the professor, Jonathan clenched on his weapon on-hand, vampire or not, there was one thing he was sure to be most effective in eradicating any creature that may bring harm to his family. I will not go through that moment again not if I can help it, he thought. He pushed the professor to the side with his free hand and in swift fluid motion his kukri knife gush right to his target.

Klang! The cry of metal crashing with another bounced off the wall. Alucard remained standing calmly still, staring right through his eyes while Jonathan and his kukri knife were blocked by a bowie knife. It was the same knife they thought was long lost and there's only one man close to them who wields it. 'Why Quincey?'

'Please listen to me Jonathan; we need to save your son… He is in great danger,' He would not let go nor would he accept any reasoning. In his eyes, the figure in front of him was a human borrowing the skin of a friend but Quincey knows better than to give up. 'Listen to my voice Jonathan, I am your friend. I will not harm you or your family.'

Quincey knew it was futile but he at least wanted to try and now that it has come to this, he has no other choice but to embrace what has become of him in order to save the future of friends before his eyes and of humanity if such a monster was left roaming in England. A slight push and Jonathan stumbled as child would be against an adult. He had a slight concussion, pain on his face that put Mina in a depth of worry. She unclasped the bottle of Sacred Water in her hand and without hesitation dashed its contents to Quincey Morris.

'I see, let me release you from your dream.' Alucard tapped his fingers and true memories were instantly released revealing the lies that were covered for seven years.

Finally, the words of Van Hellsing made sense to Mina, Dr. Seward, and Jonathan, and to a shadow trapped in his carriage, traveling along the not so far off street. Flash of memories made the man in the carriage dizzy for a moment. He was asked by his companion if anything was wrong. He didn't provide an answer for it was a Sisyphean effort to do so but urged them to make haste. He expected something big has happened and he must make all the necessary arrangements. He swayed for a number of times inside his spacious light coach but continued to jot down notes. At last, he said to himself before resting it back to his pocket.

'Lord Godalming, we are almost there.' The coach driver bellowed to ensure the passenger would hear and saw him stick his head out the window. The passenger saw the house and knew it won't be long when a screech darkened the night followed by an explosion on the roof of the household where he was expected and that same chaos startled the horses. The carriage lost it balance and had hit a post causing one wheel to break. He was forced to jump knowing it might get uglier should he decide not to. He rolled down the solid bricks and took bruises as reward while his driver hit a head and lost perception along with the horses that run wild past the street.

'I will just have to walk then…' he humored the moon that guides his path toward another crazy experience. He brushed the dirt off his hat and from the fine black suit on him prior to wearing a smile. With his hat back on, Arthur Holmwood took a step into the dark night.