Chapter 8
Alright, last one for today. Chapter nine is actually almost done. So look forward to that. Thank you for reading and Enjoy.
Two weeks had passed since the crash. Elizabeth had been given time off to heal properly. Her concussion was gone, and her cuts were in the final stages of healing. She only had to wait about four more weeks before the cast on her arm could be removed.
A small ding caught her attention. She grabbed her phone and quickly read the text message. She sent a quick reply the set the phone back on the coach where she was relaxing. Sighing deeply she didn't look forward to the conversation she would have to have with her husband once he got home.
A few hours later the front door opened.
"Elizabeth, I'm back." She heard Victor call to her. "I got some mix and chocolate so you can have Belgian Waffles for dinner tonight if you want."
He entered the living area soon after the statement and stopped suddenly. His gazed to her was filled with concern. He tilted his head to the side wondering if everything was okay.
"My father just messaged me." She held up her phone. "He's invited the Van Helsing family to a large family dinner party next week."
"Okay." He said, completely understanding. "What's the problem?"
"I know that you won't be very welcomed there." She stated shortly. "And I know one of the guests will just be waiting for the opportunity for you to slip up in some way and thus justify sending a stake through your heart."
"Then I'll be extra careful in what I say and do." He said as he set down the groceries on the counter.
She gritted her teeth. "You don't quite understand. I know Edward better than you and—"
"Edward?"
She sighed. "Edward was originally going to be my husband, before… before the agreement to marry a Van Helsing with a Dracula."
"I see…"
"I just know that he's going to do something that will cause the war to continue, no matter what you do. He will find something to allow him to attack and make it so it seems like it's your fault."
"Are you worried about me?"
"No!" She quickly said. "I'm worried about everyone else. You're much stronger and faster than them. You could easily kill them. It's possibly best if you were to not go."
He thought for a moment. "You went to see my father, even though would love to see him dead because he killed your mother. I should only return the favor."
"Victor…"
"I'm going. I'll work hard so that you don't have to clean up any mess I make, and I'll stay out of Edward's way."
He walked over to her and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. She was stiff under his touch, but he did really care at the moment. He gently squeezed her shoulder before turning to the kitchen to start dinner.
Time passed quickly as it was now only two days before the dinner party. Elizabeth was working on a report for work when she heard a loud crash come from the room next to hers. She quickly closed her laptop, walked out the door and listened intently outside the study.
"Victor?" She called as she lightly tapped her knuckles on the door. No reply.
She shrugged before turning her back to the door. She entered the kitchen for a short time for a glass of water. After pressing her lips to the rim another crash caught her off guard. She dropped the glass, shortly smashing after impact with the tile.
Elizabeth's eyes stayed trained on the door as she reached into a drawer for the one wood stake she kept for emergencies. Walking carefully towards the door, she held the wood tightly in her hand. Again she knocked.
"Victor?" She called. "Is everything alright?"
She grabbed the knob with her free hand and opened the door slowly. The area within the study was in shambles. The books were scattered around the floor, some of the pages torn free from their bindings. The chair that should have been next to the desk was broken into several pieces. Shock filled Elizabeth's features as she took in the state of the room.
Victor was nowhere to be found, at least she couldn't see where he could be. She opened the door even further to see the room better. Taking a glance to the side, she saw the area where he kept his stash of blood. It was empty.
"Shit." She said in a frightened whisper and began to leave to safety but was stopped when the door suddenly slammed shut.
"Victor?" She called turning around several times to try to find him with no success.
A fast breeze went by and the stake in her hand was ripped out of her grasp. The sound of broken glass caused her to look to the window that was across the room. One small panel was broken, and she heard the faint sound of wood hitting pavement.
She began to panic. She had nothing to effectively protect herself. She glanced at the fragmented chair again and quickly grabbed one of the splintered legs. She held it close to her body and kept looking around as she made her way to the door. Grabbing the knob once again she tried to open the door to freedom, but found it locked.
Curse these old time doors that need a key. She thought to herself as she turned her back to her freedom.
Another blast of air went past her and the chair leg in her hands was gone. She pressed her back to the door, trying to make herself as flat as possible. If she had time, she would have taken out the bolts and lifted the door out of place to free herself. But she knew that if she tried she would be dead before the first bolt was free.
She kept searching the darkness, hoping to find some semblance of safety. She was unable to see her husband, but she knew he was there. And something had gone horribly wrong to cause him to act this way.
His safe is empty. Elizabeth thought to herself. He must be reacting to the lack of blood to drink. I don't want to be bitten again. She was useless if she stayed in the corner. She had to move.
Stepping away from the wood door, Elizabeth made her way across the cluttered room. She took silent steps, keeping a sharp eye for any movement. Her ears were listening closely for any sound, at first it was mute, but then she could hear the deep breathing of a beast waiting to attack its prey.
It came from no side of her, the only place it could come from was…above. The young Hunter looked up. Her knees gave out and she collapsed out of the horror she was feeling.
Victor was hanging from the ceiling, his fingers digging into the material, keeping him aloft. He was facing her and stared at her with a bloodlust that caused his eyes to look as if they were glowing a red presence. His fangs where white and were sharp enough that even the slightest touch could cause a cut.
She tried to move away from Victor as he fell to the ground, landing on his feet with ease, but she failed to out run his speed. He had caught her and held her in such a way that any fighting would be ineffective. It didn't mean she didn't try though.
Victor's chest was pressed against Elizabeth's back, his lips gently caressing her neck. She tried to free her arms from his tight grip, but failed. She let out a gasp of air when she felt his cold tongue run against her skin. She couldn't handle it, taking her foot, she stomped down on his foot, causing him to shortly let go of her arms.
Turning to face him, she brought the heel of her hand up with a force to hit his face. He caught it effortlessly and also quickly grabbed her other wrist. His speed caused her to impact with the wall behind her, thoroughly pinning her from moving any more. Victor continued, his lips landing where they were seconds before.
His fangs finally broke through her skin. Elizabeth struggled against him again, trying to free herself, every attempt was fruitless though. Her hands balled into fists and her nails dug into her skin. She was growling weaker by the moment. Her struggles stopped, not having the energy to try anymore. Noticing her lack of fighting signaled to Victor to let go of one of her hands. Now using his free hand to support her head, he continued to drink.
Elizabeth lifted her free hand. She was going to try to fight against him once more, but she lacked the energy and knew that if she freed herself, she would only get caught again. Her hand landed on his shoulder. One final spasm of pain pulled through her neck, causing her to grip onto Victor's shirt.
The trembling in her hands began to subside when her vision blurred. Her hand slid off his shirt, and landed limply next to her side. Finally, she watched her world go dark as she lost consciousness.