Fianally a new chapter. I have a new character, but am unsure if he should be one time or a permament member in the storyline. Let me know.

Authoress: ladies and gents. I finally had time to post this. YAH. Carl was a great help, but the other two were horrendus. VH wanted shootemups every second of the story, and Dracula wanted every one dying in truly horrific ways.

Van Helsing: it was not shoot em ups! I thought you needed more excitement.

Dracula: and if you keep criticizing my suggestions, i'll change my mind about not strangling you.

VH: -twirls tojo blades- Miss Sommers, have no fear about that. With me around, -glare at foe- he wouldn't dare.

Dracula: Are you still calling that imposter miss sommers?

VH: she said that was her name.

Dracula: no, she said she was pretending that was her name. Unless, she is really lying and just trying to save herself. Or maybe your're the liar.

VH: nearly strangles the vampires.

Carl: closet time!

VH and Drac: no. No. We will stop trying to kill each other.

Authoress: audience, please try to ignore these squabbles and enjoy the story.

Drac:-mutters- doubt they'll enjoy that garbage.

Of School and Exorcism

Madeline's POV

Ienna Valerious was a difficult and annoying brat. She wanted to argue about everything, and several

times I was on the verge of giving her a good slap. I was nearly to a boiling point, when I heard a "Hi

Mads." I groaned inwardly, and turned around. It was Brice Henderson, a good friend of mine. I felt a

little awkward, what with Ienna and everything. "Ugh, hi Brice," I stammered. I saw he was looking

questionably at Ienna. "Oh, that is my cous…" "I am Ienna Valerious," she said primly, staring at him

with fluttery eyes. I felt like I was going to strangle her, and I am a very patient person. "Valerious,"

said Brice with a puzzled look, "that is not a very common name, yet it sounds kind of familiar." I am so

sorry, Brice, I've really got to go," and I shot him an apologetic smile. I grabbed Ienna by the shirt

collar and dragged her away. As soon as we were out of sight, I turned to the girl. "I would think that

you would have better sense," I said patiently, "what with your family's circumstances and whatnot,

than to try and jeopardize our entire mission. From now on, you are my cousin Ilena, who is visiting.

Am I understood?" She tossed her head, and looked away from me with a sniff. Rolling my eyes, I

turned the corner to Front Street, and stopped in front of the Rare and Exotic Plant Store. We were

about to enter, when I hit my head, "I can't go in there asking for wolfs-bane, they'll think I'm a loono.

It has to have another name. Ienna, any idea what it is called in Latin?" "I haven't the slightest idea,"

she said disdainfully, "I never bothered to learn useless stuff like that." Clenching my jaw in disgust, I

whipped out my phone and dialed Hannah.

Hannah's POV

I had just gotten to a storeroom, after narrowly being seen by two priests, when my phone rang. I

snarled, and quickly flipped it open. It was Maddy. "Hannah, hi. Listen, do you know if wolfs-bane has

another name? I don't what to go traipsing in there and ask for it out of the blue. Oh, and another

thing, Ienna is more contrary then your little sister." I silenced the barrage, "Maddy, this is so not a

good time," I whispered, "try monkshood. If that doesn't work, try the Latin name, Aconitum

Lycoctonum. Gotta go, bye." And I hung up, beseeching God that no one heard. I looked around,

bottles of holy water everywhere. They were a nice compact size, so I packed three in my purse, and

stuffed another two into my jacket pocket; the Palm Sunday ashes I put into a Ziploc Bag that I had

brought for the purpose. Opening the door cautiously, I stepped out. The hallway was dark, and I

stumbled along. Someone had shut of the light since I had been there! Moaning softly to myself, I

moved my hand along the wall until I found a light switch. Turning it on, I shut it off hurriedly as a voice

called, "Anyone there?" Holding my breath, I heard a door shut, and let it out. I made my way to the

robes room. I saw the door begin to open, so I dove behind the choir outfits, and held as still as I could.

Madeline's POV

The clerk, a young woman who seemed to look down on everyone, was clueless. I had tried all three

names and she just shrugged. We were about to leave, when an old man stepped from the back. "Can I

help you?" he asked. "Um, do you have any Aconitum Lyontomium?" I asked, mispronouncing the word.

"Yees, yees," he said in stilted English, "one plant. Not very common. Wait here." He returned from the

back with a tiny plant with bluish flowers. "Twenty Dolleers," he said. "That's a lot for a tiny plant," I

said, "seven is more reasonable." He shook his head, "Twelve." I pretended to ponder, "Fine, I'll take it."

Pulling out my wallet, I made the purchase and hurried out. I saw grey clouds beginning to accumulate,

and I glanced around nervously.

Hannah's POV

I saw Anna standing by the last pew and hurried over. She raised an eyebrow and I nodded my head. As soon as we were out, I said wryly, "I'm nearly suffocated. I had to hide

behind choir robes, and they were full of dust." She glanced back to make sure we had not aroused any suspicion. "Well, when I was little," she said, "I was in my house when

guests called. I was very young at the time, and for some reason, I became confused and thought they were monsters. So I hid in a trunk in our attic that was full of clothes.

When my parents found me, I was half suffocated myself." She smiled and looked wistful, as if remembering the past. As we neared Maddy's house, I handed her the bottles of

water and the ashes. "Take these and go inside," I said, "I want to go over to my place real quick. In our attic there just might be a sliver candlestick holder that is nice and

pointy." "Wait," said Anna, "maybe I should come with you." "No, I'll be fine." I sped over to my house and spent a good 15 minutes rummaging though the junk. Giving a shout

of triumph, I pulled it out from behind an old sofa and walked downstairs. Madeline's dog Pixie was sleeping by the door. (Yes, we were babysitting her to.) I had just stepped

out, when she began barking wildly. Turning, I saw three very annoying ladies standing seven feet from me. Pixie took one look and booked inside the house. I kicked myself for

not realizing the clouds. "Aww, so much for beware of dog," Aleera cackled. "Forget the dog," I said, grimacing wickedly, "beware of owner. She has guts. Unlike others present."

My sparring pole flew into my hand. Laughing crazily, I threw Marishka into Verona, and broke Aleera's nose with a good front kick. "Can she be human," the red head asked, as

her nose regained shape. "You're right," I said, catching her in the gut, "I'm not human. I'm a TEENAGER." My legs went flying out catching two of them in the chest. "Told ya so,"

I said jauntily. Suddenly I was flung into a tree. "Human," said Verona, eyes turning yellow, "prepare to DIE." She suddenly screeched, and I saw her arm melting. Anna was right

there, a bottle of holy water in her hand, and a dangerous expression on her face. Grabbing my hand, she ran toward Maddy's house. Thankfully they didn't follow. "Whatever

happened to you?" said Carl as we got into the house. "Oh, just a little conversation with three very friendly ladies." I said, with a half grin, and a half frown. "I don't see how

you keep escaping from them," commented Van Helsing, "most people would be dead by now." I gave him a stretched out smile then turned to Madeline, who had placed the

plant in the dining room. "So," I said to Anna, "there is a couple questions I'd like to ask you." She nodded her assent. "I was too confused at the time, but yesterday, when we

were fighting vampires, I," I paused, wondering if it was best to tell them this. "Yes?" said Van Helsing.

I grimaced. "Dracula started reading my mind," I said slowly, "and when I spoke several words in, I

think it was Latin, the connection was severed." "Really," said Anna amazed,

"I've never heard anything like it." "Well," said Carl, "Latin is the language of the ancient church. It is

possible, when using God's name, it has a potent effect." "Indeed," said

Gabriel, "Dracula is not infallible. He probably has many weaknesses that are unknown. Those who

knew them just never had the chance to tell about them." "Hope he doesn't come after you personally

now," said Madeline nervously. "He's going to come after Hannah personally for

other reasons than that," said Anna bluntly. "He is?" I said with a small lump in my throat. Anna gave

an almost roll of the eyes, "Of course. You killed his daughter, hurt his

ego, and…" "Wait," I said, "his daughter? Dracula has children?" "Dr Frankenstein was able to give life

to three of his offspring," said Anna, "even though he didn't know what he was doing at the time.

Gabriel and I destroyed the machines, but the children were able to escape." "I

assumed that francis or whatever her name was was another bride," said Madeline,Foraging in the

fridge. "Oh no," Anna said with a touch of a smile, "he only has three. He

doesn't want them to feel hurt, no doubt." "Awfully chivalrous," I said, "but he probably didn't want to

face Aleera's jealous wrath. All right, last question, how did Dracula get inside the house if he hadn't

been invited?" (This fact is verified from the Van Helsing Movie novelization.) "Someone must

have invited him in." said Carl mater-of-factly as he inspected a plate of ice-cream that Maddy had set

in front of him. Madeline and I looked at each other. "Who could it have been," my friend wondered.

"Case for Sherlock Holmes," I muttered. "Whatever is this?" exclaimed Carl, eating away, "its

wonderful." I laughed at the friar's apparent unconcern over the matter, but quickly grew glum again.

"We have a serious problem," I said wryly. "Are the vampires coming?" Maddy asked startled by my

tone. "No silly, worse than that. One word: SCHOOL!" She slapped her head, "How could I have

forgotten. Guys, you're on your own until 2:30 tomorrow." "What do we do while your gone?" Asked

Anna. "Keep a low profile, that's the most important thing. And start working on the magic potion. Carl,

did you find what you were supposed to find?" "Yes and no," said Carl, still eating the ice cream with

relish, I found Dogwood, but not any lilies. It's November." "Guess that means back to a certain

overpriced plant store," muttered Madeline. "Alright," I said, "after school is over, we'll get a lily plant,

then head back to the house and start Operation Kill Vampire. In the meantime, let's watch a movie."

"What is a movie?" asked Ienna, "something to kill the supernatural with?" "You'll see," I responded. I

held a whispered conference with Maddy near the movie cabinet. "We shouldn't show them Van Helsing,

they'll have heart attacks," I said, "the first Lord of the Rings is more practical." She nodded in

agreement and stuck it in the player. Dimming the lights, I popped a few bags of popcorn, and

motioned everyone to the couches. They gasped as a box started talking. Carl leaped up and muttered

a prayer. Holding a stake, he would have rushed at the TV if Maddy hadn't held him back. After getting

over the initial shock, and having us explain as best we could, they seemed to enjoy it. Anna really

liked the scene with Arwen and the black riders. When the movie was over, Madeline and I said

goodnight and hurried back to my house. Thankfully, my parents hadn't got back yet, so we got into

PJ's, and went to bed.

I awoke the next morning, and quickly dressed in black suede pants, my heeled studded leather boots,

and a red shirt edged in black lace that said 'Don't Mess With Me.' Weapons were of course not allowed

at our High School, so it was with regret that I left behind my shrukien and pole. Grabbing my book

bag, I said goodbye to my mom, and with Madeline, walked the ten blocks to my school. We had just

entered the school yard, when I heard a girl's high-pitched voice "…ween night I think I saw a vampire."

The kids around her laughed. "You've seen to many horror movie," another student said. I froze. Had

that girl actually seen them? My thoughts were cut off as Claire, the blonde-haired cheerleader, 'do as I

say or else,' and 'I rock and everyone else stinks' walked up. "Oh, are you turning goth?' She asked

with a sneer. "No," I said with a similar smirk, "I'm a vamp hunter." She rolled her eyes. "Freak." I

heard her mutter as she walked away. I started walking toward my first class, when my way was

blocked. "Hello Hannah." I clenched my jaw at the voice. It was Chris Walker, designated bad boy of our

class. He always expressed interest in me, but I tried to keep far away. I turned and looked at him with

a lofty attitude. "Yes?' "How was Halloween," he asked casually. I stared at his to handsome, to close

face, and noticed his eyes seemed glazed. "Eventful," I said truthfully, and moved to walk away, but he

however turned with me. "Oh. How so?" He asked smiling. I stared at him again. His voice seemed

different, and he usually wasn't this polite. Warning sensors starting going off in my head. I looked for

Madeline, but she was to busy talking to her friend Brice. I felt extremely uncomfortable. I never

engaged in small with the students, and they usually left me alone, something I liked. I was saved from

any awkward questions as the bell rang. School was out, and Madeline and I were about to leave when

I was requested to come to the Principal's office. 'Wonder what I did now?" I thought. I told Maddy to

go ahead and buy the plant, and I would meet her back at the Bauer house. "Sure ," she said, "as long

as you refund me." I had gotten to the door that opened to the Principal's office, when I was stopped

by a hand on my shoulder. I shook it off, and wheeled about, to see Chris with a sarcastic smile on his

face. "Could I have a word with you for a moment?" he asked. I shrugged a reluctant affirmative. "What

are you doing tonight?" He queried laying a hand on mine. I looked at his hand for a long moment, then

back to him. He lifted it slowly. "I'm busy," I snapped. "With guests?" He questioned. "Look, I really

have to go." "One moment," he said his voice sharp, "will you honor me with your presence at 6:00

tomorrow?" "Heck no!" I exclaimed. He raised an eyebrow, "No? What a shame. That means I'll have to

resort to blackmail." "Excuse me?" I said sarcastically, "you're having delusions laser brains, if you think

you can blackmail me." "I know everything," he hissed, "and if you are not in the lot outside your house

at 6:00 tomorrow evening, I'm telling your parents everything. I know a lot." I felt puzzled. This was

not like him at all. His eyes, his voice, something was seriously wrong. But if he did know… "Fine," I

spat, and walked out. I had just walked into the gym, since it was quicker that way, and immediately

had a prickling of danger. A harsh laugh made me look up. There, to my horror, was Aleera, grinning

inhumanly. She leaped down, and bared her fangs. "You shan't escape this time, human." "And if I do?"

I said, edging toward the door. "There is always the backup plan," she smiled. She swung out her fist,

but I ducked. As I came up she backhanded me, and I went into the concrete wall. She approached,

and her eyes turned yellow. "I shall rejoice over your dead body." "We can't be having that," I

commented woozily, and with a burst of adrenaline, I swung up my heeled boot and hit her in the

chest. She screamed horribly as it pierced her skin. I ran out the door as fast as I could, and didn't stop

until I was at my friend's house. I had a horrible headache, and knew that something was horribly

wrong with Chris, but I couldn't put my finger on it. "Hannah, are you okay?" came Van Helsing's voice.

"I feel kinda faint," I murmured. He helped me to the couch, where everyone wanted an explanation. "

Oh, just an example of what red headed women in pink dresses do for a pastime." I explained, rubbing

the bruise on my cheek. I told the story, but didn't mention my encounter with Chris. After getting an

aspirin and a coke, a great idea came to me.

"I'm gonna coat my heels in silver," I said aloud. Everyone stared at me, and Carl wondered if the blow

had affected my brain." "It's not insane," I protested, holding up my heel, and pointed to the splotch of

blood, "it's useful." Maddy just rolled her eyes. She lit a fire in the fireplace, and with Carl reading the

instructions from his manuscript, arranged the articles carefully. As everything was burning, with Carl

fussing over it nervously, I acquired a firelighter and one of Anna's silver knives. Propping my boot

upside down and between my knees, I held the lighter up to the knife, and waited for the silver coating

to melt. It was slow work, but eventually both heels were coated, and I couldn't wait till I could try it on

a certain redhead. By this time, Carl had finished putting everything together, and had started adding

the holy water. "Wait, save a bottle for me," I exclaimed. I reached over and grabbed two, when

another brilliant notion hit me. "Did anyone ever think of putting this in a squirtz bottle?" I asked,

waving the flask around. "A what?" said Ienna with disdain. "That is such a great idea Lycie, why didn't

I think of it before," exclaimed Madeline. "That's becuz Lycans have much have much better intellect

that vampires, vamp girl." I said with a grin. After procuring two spritzer bottles, I filled them and

handed one to Maddy, while I took the other one. It was around 7:00 when I said Madeline and I should

probably go. The next day, nothing eventful happened at school, except that Chris was not in class. An

uneasiness bit at me, but I tried to ignore it. When I got home, I attempted to catch up on my

homework on which I was very behind, what with evading vampires, and building formulas. It was

nearing 5:30 when I went upstairs and threw on my trench coat, stuffing the bottle of holy water in the

pocket. I also strapped on my ninja star and pole, since my saber was too conspicuous. I went up to

the attic and dug around in the heirloom jewelry boxes, as I desperately wanted a cross in case there

was mischief a foot. I was rummaging through wardrobe when I found it. It was a gothic cross, silver,

and very heavy. The center was studded with what looked to be a black stone, and it almost seemed to

glow. It was attached to a velvet choker and was obviously an antique. I remembered my mother

telling me it had been in my family for generations. I put the cross on and admired how it looked with

my red shirt. Buttoning up my jacket, and putting on gloves, I walked downstairs. Mom was making

dinner, Dad was in his office, and Madeline by this time had returned and was doing her homework.

"I'm going on a walk," I said to Holly, who was reading her American Girl Magazine, "be back for

dinner." I closed the door, and stepped into the crisp, November air. It smelled like snow, and I glanced

at the sky, which was dark. When I reached the lot, I saw a dark form lounging against a tree. He to

was dressed in black, and a sardonic smile played on his lips. "Hello Hannah, you looked nice," he said.

"Cut the flattery Christopher, and get to the point," I snapped. I hated when people complimented me,

especially when it is false. He put a hand on his heart in mock sorrow, "You wound me. I'm merely

speaking the truth." I stared at him suspiciously. This wasn't like him at all. He was usually snide with

girls, not flattering and semi-politeness. "What do you want?" I said in a sharp tone. He smiled oily,

"Some powerful people want to kill you, dear. I am acting in their interests." My eyes grew large, and

flung out my hand in chopsuey. He ducked and came behind me, quicker than any human, and wrapped

a cold hand over my mouth, to cold to be human. I kept myself very still as he brushed a strand of hair

out of my eyes. He slowly removed his hand, and looked me square in the eye. "You're a vampire?" I

gasped. He looked confused, "I don't know." "You don't know if you are a vampire or not," I mocked,

"wow. You must have a cold in your head." His eyes grew dark, "I could still kill you." "But not with the

pointy teeth?" I asked sarcastically. "I don't have pointy teeth," he snapped. "Wonderful," I said, "you

are not a vampire. But if you're not an undead, then what are you?" He shrugged carelessly. We just

stood staring at each other. "Are you hypnotized?" I finally ventured. "Probably," he said. I stepped

back. His voice hadn't been Chris's, but Dracula's. "Where is Carl when I need an exhortist?" I said out

loud. "Could you possibly mean exorcist?" came that maddening voice. I clenched my jaw, and

breathed deeply, "So, if you're not a vampire, how are you going to kill me?" "Who said anything about

killing?" "I did." I snarled, and pulled out my shrukien and threw it, aiming for the heart. Chris, or the

vampire, whoever it was, ducked, and slid out of the way. As he straightened, I yanked off my cross,

and pressed it right into his face. The shriek of agony was very satisfying. "I loathe you," he spat. "The

feeling is mutual," I replied, "so, still going to attempt to kill me?" "I'm not trying to kill you," he

exclaimed. I narrowed my eyes: it was Chris's voice again. "You just said you wanted to kill me," I

snapped, "make up your mind!" I stared in shock as his eyes turned red, and two canines sprouted

from his mouth. "! Smaldereesh!" I exclaimed and RAN! I crashed through a layer of underbrush, bits of

foliage clinging to my hair. I had almost reached the street, when his hand grabbed my wrist and

wheeled me around. "Let me go you…" I paused, thinking of an appropriate insult. "No cursing," he said

softly. "To heck with cursing, I'm going to kill you," I shouted. "You won't be killing me," he smiled,

"you'll be killing Christopher Walker." "In Dei Nomini Retro," I yelled, the words springing to my lips

automatically. There was another shriek, and the red faded from the boys eyes. He clutched his head

and groaned. "Chris, are you all right?" I asked, kneeling by his side. He might be the class jerk, but I

would feel terrible if anything happened to him. He was kind of cute to. "Hannah," he stammered,

"vampires. There're real." "Oh, really," I said in a feigned, lighthearted tone, "did you eat something

upsetting for dinner?" "You've got to believe me," he protested, "it took over my mind or something."

"Are you absolutely sure," I said calmly. He frowned, "I don't know," he said shaking his head, "maybe

it was a bad dream. I just can't remember clearly." "We are having dinner right now," I said, "want to

join us?" "No thanks," and he grinned one of his disarming smiles, "I should probably go. Sorry for

acting so weird a few moments ago." And he walked away. I just stared at him in surprise. One moment

frantic over vampires, the next thinking everything was a bad dream. Smoothing my hair, I hurried

back to my house, hoping I wasn't late for dinner. I made it just in time as mom was serving the steak

and potatoes. She eyed me and motioned me to go wash my hands. Breathing a sigh of relief that no

awkward questions had been asked, I did just that. After dinner, I gestured Maddy to go upstairs. She

looked puzzled but followed me. Closing my door and locking it, I looked at her grimly. "Madeline," I

said, "have you ever sabotaged a school before?"

Sorry about the format. Not sure what happened but i bet Igor sabotaged it!

Hahahaha evil cackle. 'CliffHanger' I'm so evil!

Did you like it? Did you love it? Did you hate or loathe it? Send me your kindest and most scathing reviews, and if they are the later i shall try to Improve. But you have to review.

Authoress: another chapter Carl, what did you think?

Carl: quite an improvement. With me to help, your writing is starting to getter smoother.

Dracula: getting worse you mean.

Carl:-ignores comment- i just think Anna's annoying sister should be more annoying, and i should have a bigger part.

Drac: who would want to read more about a lunatic monk who always explodes things.

Carl:-squeak- its a friar you ignorant buffoon.

VH:- walks in. Just killed a werewolf and in a most agreeable mood- watch your language carl.

Authoress: Gabriel is right Carl. You need to be a good example since you are a holy man. And i shall try to incorporate more of you into the story. And concerning your language, let me use the questionable words. Pig-livered piece of smaldereen does sound impressive.

Van Helsing: - to horrified to say anything-

Dracula: - likewise shocked- were you talking about me?

Authoress: - gives a slightly nervous smile- ill let you draw your own conclusions.

Dracula: you keep talking like this, and your precious story will be thrown in the trash.

Carl: not the precious. *saw lotr and wont stop quoting it* its my story to. I was coauthor. Ahem, am coauthor. The story shall never be cast into that scary volcano.

Dracula: poor friar. He's gone completly over the deep end. Your fault van helsing for taking him on these crusades of yours. Its made him raving mad.

Carl:- thoroughly enraged by now- Oh yeah you pufferbilled dodo bird *shocking tongue carl* i'll toss you into the volcano.

Authoress: BOYS. I'll put one of you up with the dog if you dont let me write in peace. * ferocious barking heard from my pet lycan*-dracula and carl turn pale* youll really wish you had been thrown into mt doom then.

Everyone looks at each other and zips there lips, while i plot my next chapter, which i think shall be called of Plots, holy water, and the Mall. Carl is going to be hilarious.

Tata for know. See ya soon.