Author's Note: Hello again! First of all, I would like to thank my reviewers; Celtic Aurora, VintageLyre, and my new reviewer chase young's daughter. Thanks you guys for keeping my hopes up. On with the show!
Chapter 8: Windmill Ruins
Anna was furious. Maybe past its category, but as she and Van Helsing walked through the woods, rain puring down heavily, the more she thought of Nathalia and Velkan under Dracula's spell made her even angrier. It boiled inside her and her wrath was brought down on the hunter.
"A silver stake? A crucifix? what, did you think we haven't tried everything before?" she said as they walked out of the wood and into the open where the charred reamains of a windmill layed ahead.
"We've shot him, stabbed him, clubbed him, sprayed him with holy water, staked him through the heart and still he lives!" she yelled, pushing him against a woodenbeam. Even so, she was just so damn calm.
"And you let him take Nathalia and my brother! Do you understand?" she said, hoping to at least make him feel guilty. "No one knows how to kill Dracula."
The man simply gave her an approving grunt. "Well, I could've used that information a little earlier." he said, giving her a satisfied look.
She sighed, frustrated. "Don't give me that look." she said, walking away from him and turnig her back to him. She thought back to Velkan's uncontrollable rage and how he had nearly killed them. She closed her eyes briefly and gave up.
"You were right." she said, shaking her head in disbelief. "He's not my brother anymore."
The rustling behind her stopped. "Does Nathalia have any family?" the hunter asked the princess.
"She has always been like family to us." Anna responded, smiling. Then, she realized that wasn't the kind of answer Van Helsing was refering to.
"I mean one of her own."
Anna turned to face him. He was close, perhaps too close, but she didn't mind. He stared at her for a a while, as though something was missing. He removed his hat and placed it on her, even though she was already soaking wet. She smiled at him and so did he, staring at the bottle he had in his hands.
"Do you have any family, Mr. Van Helsing?" she asked him.
He looked down at the bottle he had, trying to open it. "Uh, not sure. I hope to find out someday." he said,opening the bottle. "It's what keeps me going."
Anna snatched the bottle and lifted it up in a toast. "Here's to what keeps you going."
"Absinthe. Strong stuff." he warned her. taking his warning as a challenge, she drank it anyway, keeping eye contact with him. He smiled as she passed him the bottle. "Don't let it touch your tongue." she warned him this time as he inched the drink closer to his lips. "It'll knock you on your as- aah!"
A creaking noise had intensified and suddenly the ground was fone. She heard a loud splash and Van Helsing's yell. Wood piled upon her as her view darkened at the sound of screeching bats...
A/N: Short chapter basically because I didn't want it to be too long. I want the scence to stay the way it is and the next chapter will basically be all fan-based. Hoped you enjoyed the chapter. Have a nice day everyone!
With love,
Luna