(Chapter 10: Decisions and delights)
(Castle Frankenstein)
Van Helsing examined the Blood Whistle as he and his allies stepped through the portal, with Aidan being the last one that stepped through.
"So…what are we going to do with it?" Carl asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice.
"It's as I said before: I plan on hiding it somewhere where Lord Ruthven won't go looking for it right away." Gabriel explained.
"Well, do you have any ideas as to where?" Aidan questioned.
"I'm not hiding it anywhere we've all been to," Van Helsing began, turning around to face the warlock and the rest of his allies. "I'm not hiding it in Castle Dracula, Frankenstein, Valerious, I'm not hiding it at the Vatican, I'm not hiding it in Vaseria, Ostrokov, Tevice…"
"Well, you'd better start moving, Van Helsing…" Aidan warned. "Lord Ruthven won't be staying down for long; you know he'll be wanting vengeance as soon as possible."
"I'll make a move soon, don't worry…I'll be heading to Whitby tomorrow to try and plan some things out, as for the rest of you. It would be wise to take some time to heal."
"What about our children?" Verona asked interrogatively, hands on her hips, a brow raised.
"You'll get them back." The monster-killer replied.
"When exactly?" Aleera asked, her brown eyes shifting into a pink glow…
"Remember, Gabriel, you promised us that you'll deliver us our children if we chose to help you in your quest…now you have to uphold your end of the bargain…" Dracula spoke sternly.
"Correct," Van Helsing stated. "Listen, I made a promise. Now, all of you that stand here now know that I don't break them." The gaze of the monster-hunter then locked itself onto Dracula who stood with his brides.
"Dracula, I assure you that you and your wives shall receive children again…but the mission isn't over." This got Dracula to scoff and the rest of his brides to whine, Verona rolling her eyes, Aleera hissing and baring her fangs, and Marishka folding her arms and tapping her toe on the floor.
"So!" Marishka shrieked. "Can't you just bury the whistle in the ground somewhere in Transylvania, in an undisclosed spot where Ruthven would never find it!?"
"He will burn Transylvania and all of Romania to the ground if he can't find it…" Gabriel warned the blonde vampire.
"Well…he'd probably do the same to anywhere he suspects it to be, Van Helsing…" Carl added on, taking Marishka's side, his voice trembling a little as he feared how his partner would reply.
"That's precisely why I said the mission isn't over. It is inevitable that Lord Ruthven will come back for us, and after that crushing defeat we gave him in his own turf, I'm believing that he won't just be wanting the Blood Whistle back…"
Dracula then marched up to Van Helsing, getting right in his face, a scowl of disdain playing on the right corner of his lips.
"You made a promise…and you better keep it." The former nemesis of the monster-killer seethed through his clenched teeth, ramming his index finger into Van Helsing's sternum upon the words 'keep it' for emphasis, causing him to take a couple steps back and take a deep breath to keep calm.
"My brides and I will be following you and your monk friend to Whitby, Gabriel…don't try anything foolish because I will be watching…"
"We will be watching…" Verona added on, taking a step forward, linking her arm with Dracula's.
"I will hear no more arguing amongst you all…I made a promise and I'll do everything in my power to keep it. Now, with that being said…Whitby is going to be a few days away from here, so don't get too impatie—" Van Helsing was cut off by Carl.
"We've got Aidan, can't he just make a portal to Whitby right no—"
"Aidan probably doesn't have the strength for that, Carl."
"He just took us all the way from that bloody castle to this one!" Carl protested.
"All of the portals that I've spawned have been within this country's limits…Whitby from my understanding is across the sea, and your friend, Mr. Van Helsing…is right." Aidan said authoritatively.
"We'll give you some time to rest, but once we get towards Rome, I'd hope that you would have enough energy to make a portal to Whitby." Van Helsing nodded his head towards the warlock who gave a nod in return.
"I should."
A grin came to Van Helsing's face now as he looked out of the large window within Dr. Frankenstein's ruined lab, offering a wonderful look at the lands surrounding the castle that sat on the side of a mountain.
"Well, let's get moving!"
(Castle Ruthven)
The priest blinked his eyes open and looked around, catching a terrible odorous mixture of wet dog and death. Sitting up, he noticed the bodies of several dead naked men laying all around him. Some of them had been thrown into heaps.
Where is Van Helsing? Father Gabrielle Valentino thought to himself as he looked around, before he could register where he was, he heard a loud booming voice echo from somewhere in the room.
"Weaklings! The lot of them!"
The priest laid down again, trying to remain as still as possible. Father Valentino heard loud and heavy footsteps pounding into the stone floor of this massive chamber, he peeked his head up and caught a glimpse of the towering golem Birsha, the sight of this titanic creation sent enough of a reminder to him of where he was.
Right, Lord Ruthven's Castle…
The priest looked around again, trying to find Van Helsing and Friar Carl, and as much as he hated to admit it…the other allies in the form of a warlock and four vampires, allies that should never be aligned with the church due to their unholy nature.
"They…" The priest couldn't believe he was saying this. "They abandoned me…"
Father Valentino then felt a surge of adrenaline swelling within him, his hand curling into a fist that began to tremble. His teeth gnashed together with deep anger.
"They…left me…to die…"
So, after Van Helsing indirectly used abomination witchcraft to resurrect a fallen soldier of Satan and his sultry brides, but now he had abandoned one of his only two connections to the church. It was becoming more and more obvious that the monster-killer was in it for himself…
"You know what? I'm done." Father Valentino muttered under his breath as he watched as Lord Ruthven and Birsha approach the naked body of Clint Shadows, who lay slumped against a wall close to the ruined portal.
"I've brought him back once, I don't feel like doing it again…" Lord Ruthven hissed, kicking the corpse of his once faithful ally.
Father Valentino knew his odds at escaping without being seen were slim to none, so he had one choice left…
Glancing down at his revolver, he opened the chamber to see that he had just one silver bullet left. With a deep breath, he stood up.
"I will raise a new army, and they will be twice as strong as those mongrels could ever dream o—" Lord Ruthven stopped when he caught a glimpse of something moving behind him in the distance, turning around, his eyes locked onto the priest.
"You…" The eyes of the vampire overlord zeroed in on their target, Father Valentino took aim but right before he could even fire, Lord Ruthven closed the distance in half a second.
The sheer force that was now latched around his neck forced the priest to drop the revolver as he was lifted by a single arm of his enemy, Birsha approached from behind, hatred burning in his emerald, green eyes.
Father Valentino's heart pounded within him, his legs kicked wildly as his arms made frantic efforts at trying to pry the arm off him, but it was all no use. Lord Ruthven was simply too strong for the human to contend with physically speaking.
The priest hopelessly watched as Lord Ruthven grabbed his ornate dagger, aiming it at his chest with a cruel smile playing on the corners of his lips.
"W-wait…I-I know whe-where Van He-He-Helsing i-is…" Father Valentino choked, prompting Lord Ruthven to throw him into the ground, sending tremendous pain shooting up his spine, causing the priest to curl up and groan in agony.
"Then speak, priest!" Lord Ruthven commanded. "Speak, and pray to your God that I find your words of worth to keep you alive…"
Father Valentino had given Van Helsing the benefit of the doubt all the way until this battle, now that he had been abandoned by his allies and the leader of the Knights of the Holy Order, he had completely lost faith in Gabriel.
The priest saw it as one of the worst acts of betrayal in history, if this was to be documented, it had potential to be up there with Judas' betrayal and Adam and Eve's betrayal against God. Now that Van Helsing betrayed the church, he was no longer an ally, but an enemy that had to be destroyed.
Getting to his knees, the priest raised his hands in submission but revealed a compass that he pulled out from the pocket of his waistcoat.
"Van Helsing has betrayed my trust for the final time…during the battle, I slid a tracking device into his ear. I did the same for your werewolf friend over there, it allows us to keep track of enemy's locations." Father Valentino explained, tossing Lord Ruthven the compass, who examined it with great curiosity. "Take it, there's plenty more at the church!"
"Interesting…" Lord Ruthven said with a sly grin appearing on his face, glancing up at Birsha. "I think we have what we need to stop them dead in their tracks." The vampire then shifted his gaze to Father Valentino.
"I thank you, priest. Would you join our ranks?"
"I'd rather die, but I'm giving up on fighting you. I'm going back to Rome, if you give me a safe passage out of here, I'll never get in your way again. Van Helsing is on his own now…"
"Very well then…I shall arrange for you a ride to Bistritz, and from there you can be on your way back to the Vatican. Be warned though, priest…I'll return, and you will suffer my wrath when that time comes."
Father Valentino nodded and said: "I'll be ready."
(Whitby)
(A few days later)
Removing his coat, shirt, and boots, Van Helsing sat at the side of the bed, holding the Blood Whistle in his hand. A sneaking dread toyed with his thoughts, ever since he embarked on the journey towards Whitby from Transylvania, he had suffered from random thunderclap headaches that brought their journey to a pause.
He also realized that they had left Father Valentino behind, and when he sent Aidan to investigate the castle, the body of the priest couldn't be found…
Regret also messed with his mind some, wondering if leaving Lord Ruthven and Birsha to sit and rot was a good idea even though that the mission at hand was technically successful. Were his headaches a sign that Ruthven was on his way to attack them? Did they have time to breathe before Lord Ruthven and Birsha arrived at Whitby like bats out of Hell, screaming with vengeance?
With a sigh, Van Helsing relaxed onto the bed, sliding the Blood Whistle under his pillow; closing his eyes to prepare for the night's sleep. Carl and Aidan both happened to have rooms at the same hotel while Dracula and his brides had overtaken a desolate structure near the coastline known as Carfax Abbey.
Unbeknownst to Dracula and two of his brides; Marishka had snuck out and flew towards the hotel which Carl had told her they'd be staying in…
Carl himself had removed his robe, leaving a pair of undergarments being the only thing keeping him from being ass naked. He sat at the foot of his bed, having pulled a desk to his front where he wrote away on a piece of paper.
"Our mission has been a successful one, the Blood Whistle has been retrieved from the clutches of Lord Ruthven and will be buried in a location that Van Helsing has yet to reveal to me, or has yet to decide…we shall provide details of it's whereabouts when we get back to Rome…"
Carl would continue working on the letter to the Vatican, but the room around him got a little colder…he noticed bumps raising on his forearms, his hairs standing up on their ends. Thinking it to just be a cold draft from his open window, he shook his tired hands and picked up the pen again to continue writing.
"Lay down, Carl…" A familiar female Eastern European voice hissed from the shadows, startling the monk at first as his eyes darted around the room to try and find the source of the voice.
"Marishka?" He asked but received no response.
Carl did as was commanded, the urge to do so overpowering his will. He inched backwards so that his back was pressed against the bedpost; seconds later, a magical sight displayed itself before him.
Rising from the sheets between his legs was the topless torso of Marishka! Her eyes a gleaming yellow, her fangs bared in her sexy mischievous smirk…Carl's eyes lit up at the sight, and his groin began to twitch with arousal as she made her way towards him slowly, her eyes trailing up and down his body.
The dreams of Carl were now becoming a reality…his heart was now pounding so hard and loud that he felt that he could almost hear it as Marishka crept closer and closer to him like the sexiest paralysis demon he had ever seen with his own two eyes!
Unsure of what to say, he could only manage a nervous yet excited grin, his jaw hanging open in awe of what he was witnessing as he watched the nipples of Marishka's breasts harden…
The blonde's face hovered over Carl's, swaying from side to side with ribald coquetry, licking her lips as she brought hers to his with a quick kiss. Carl felt his heart beating faster and faster with each movement the vampire made and his thought process was now long gone, being replaced by the primal instinct to indulge in carnal delights…
He grabbed the sides of her head and violently flipped them over, almost animalistic in the way he done so that even surprised Marishka, who's eyes widened with delight.
"Y-you don't know how long I've waited for this…" Carl gasped, a visible tent now appearing in his undergarments which Marishka snickered at, almost a devious little laugh slipping from her thin lips which made the sexual excitement of the friar swell significantly.
"You really want to mate with me?" Marishka asked, biting her lip, her fangs sinking into the bottom one.
A sensual grin came to Carl's face. "I'm only a friar…"
The two shared a laugh before Carl broke it by striking his head forward, his face plunging between the breasts of his non-human lover. Licking and suckling on them with affection as his heart raged within him, his hardened member twitched with excitement. The hands of the dim-witted monk sliding and feeling her toned body and sides.
The sensation of Marishka's skin was soft, cool, and creamy smooth to the touch, and as Carl's tongue lapped and licked against her skin, a soft moan was let loose from the vampire as she felt his trembling adrenalized hands feeling her up and down.
As Carl's hands made their way down to her thighs, Marishka slowly snaked her legs up and around his body. Locking her feet together to hold him close to her, to prevent him from going anywhere. The feeling of her smooth skin slowly looping around him with a possessive squeeze made Carl groan in both pain and pleasure at the same time before he went right back to working his tongue against her tits.
He cupped one hand around her left breast, and his whole mouth engulfed it, suckling away which forced another moan from Marishka. The mouth of the monk alone sending huge waves of pleasure throughout her body, this was so much more than she was expecting from this man.
Marishka then moved her legs around slightly, shifting her feet to sliding inside of the undergarments of Carl, curling her toes against the fabric and then pulling them down to expose his hardened manhood.
Marishka looked down and sat up, reaching down with one arm to grip his hard-up gently, she then glanced up. Her fangs exposed into a dirty smile; her eyes narrowed as she let out a seductive hiss...beginning to grind the shaft against the palm of her hand.
An overwhelming feeling of pleasure overcame Carl as he let out a loud groan of pleasure, collapsing forward against her as Marishka began to stroke him off. His tongue and lips continuing to worship and suck away like a madman while he received the sexy prize of being masturbated.
Marishka let out a chuckle, it was damn near an evil one that made Carl's dick twitch violently as her left arm curled around his upper body while her right arm reached down, continuing to go gently back and forth, stroking it for her lover…
Carl continued to moan, his body flashing with erotic heat, sweat starting to ooze from every pore in his body, practically melting against Marishka. His moans and groans being muffled by her breasts which at this point were smothering him due to her arm having dominant control around his upper body and shoulders.
To his delight, Carl felt the arm around him uncurl and then felt her finger press against the underside of his chin. Allowing Marishka to guide his head towards hers for another kiss. Her thin lips pressed against his, her tongue punching through. The hand of the vampire continued to glide back and forth up and down the shaft. Carl began to swirl his tongue around with hers, his dick flexing hard with unimaginable vigor as Marishka continued to jerk him off.
His excitement at such a level now that his hips started to involuntarily thrust to increase the pleasure even more so. The heart within him felt like it was about to rupture through his chest.
The kissing, the mixing of their saliva, tasting his tongue. Feeling his pulse pounding against her flesh; it had to be the best feeling Marishka had in a while. All the build-up leading to a needy, muffled moan that let Carl know his next mission.
The vampire's hand didn't need to do the work anymore as she felt his dick sliding back and forth as he thrusted, something nearly amusing for her to watch.
The moan of Marishka sent a shiver of ecstasy down Carl's spine that forced his entire body to jolt with sensual excitement. His hands reached around the back of her head to pull it closer to his, the nose of Carl rubbing against Marishka's as he increased the speed of his thrusting. Pre-cum started to leak from the tip, a pressure swelling within his cock that grew more intense by the second, and with its growing intensity, Carl's moans grew louder and longer…
Marishka broke the kiss they were interlocked in for just a second, bringing her mouth next to his ear as her fangs began to grind against the side of his neck. Her yellow eyes flashing with intense luminescence.
"Carl…" Marishka hissed…her hand tightened around his dick, rubbing it with her thumb now to add to his pleasure. "You know what to do…"
"With pleasure…" Carl groaned as he sat up, both of his hands shooting down to grab the yellow and white bottoms of Marishka, his fingers tearing through her see through fabric pants. Her pussy now being exposed.
Carl's hands then frantically reached behind him, grabbing Marishka by her soft bare feet and unlocking them before taking her by the shins and folding her legs back so that her feet were on either side of her head, her ass and cunt sticking into the air prime for the pounding it was soon to receive.
Without a second of hesitation, his throbbing manhood bore into her waiting snatch, and the second it entered her grippy soft vaginal walls, the friar reared his head back and let loose the loudest moan that his lungs could ever deliver, a moan that echoed, a moan that damn near leaked through into the room next to his.
Marishka's eyes went crossed when his cock finally penetrated her in this awkward position, she was now happy to be in, hissing loudly with ecstasy. His cock filling her needy pussy was a feeling she'd never forget in her new vampire life.
"HOLY SHIT!" Carl screamed, the pleasure and euphoria being nearly unbelievable. Now began the pounding as he took his cock out and rammed it back in, thrusting his hips repeatedly without stopping. A clapping sound of flesh against flesh being heard now as he pumped his cock into her like a jackhammer rapping into concrete, baring his teeth as he goes all out.
Marishka's pussy clenched down, getting slicker with moisture with each thrust of Carl's hips and with each moan he forced from her. She bit her lip hard, her fangs splitting open her lips and causing it to bleed which her tongue gladly lapped up. Her eyes continuing to go cross-eyed, giving her lover a silly facial expression.
Seeing Marishka like this gave Carl's head a whirlpool of thoughts. On one hand, her cross-eyed expression is a bit funny, but with the pressure that was now building up within his cock, the swelling amount of bliss and pleasure, and his racing heart…it only made Carl fuck her pussy even harder than ever before. His hips thrusting his dick into her cunt faster and faster, beyond limits!
Carl reared his head back as he felt the muscles in his cock and groin starting to contract, his moans reaching their peak, his excitement reaching his peak. His dick beginning to throb and contract with waves of euphoric delight.
"Oh…oh my Go….oh….ohhh…." Carl groaned, unable to contain himself.
Now his eyes rolled back into his skull, reaching his climax. The tip of his hardened manhood spurting and erupting with a nigh obscene amount of bliss and euphoria, but this only made Carl go faster and faster, baring his teeth like an enraged animal as the only parts of his eyes that Marishka could see where the whites of them.
His cock then erupted at last, massive amounts of jizz bursting from his tip. At the same time, Marishka let loose a howl of unspeakable delight. The sensation of him letting go inside of her was the cherry on top as he finished.
Seconds later, Carl collapsed again, breathing heavily as his head lay against her breasts like they were soft, fleshy pillows.
"Carl…" Marishka groaned as she brushed her hands through his slick ginger hair. Carl chuckled to himself as he looked up to stare deeply into her yellow eyes, his brown ones burning with intense passion.
"Was that impressive?" The friar asked, his innocent demeanor starting to come back.
"Yes…" Marishka hissed with ecstasy. "Yes, it was…"
Then the door burst open into Carl's room, causing the friar to grasp the sheets and throw them over their bodies as quickly as he could.
"Van Helsing!? What are you doing!?" The monk screamed, Van Helsing stood speechless in the doorway, caught off guard by what he was seeing.
"Carl, are you…?"
"I'm a friar, dammit!"
"You know what? Whatever!" Van Helsing boomed; Carl noticed that he looked a little…off? It was like he was worried about something.
"Hey, w-wait a minute!" Carl called out as he scrambled out of bed, looking around for some way to clean off his jizz and pussy juice-soaked dick before he exited his room.
"Aidan!? AIDAN!?" Van Helsing screamed, his voice gripped with anger and panic as he stormed up the hall.
Carl exited his room with Marishka curiously watching him as he slid up his undergarments, a tent forming once they covered up his crotch. A loud bang was heard followed by a shout from the warlock.
"What the bloody hell is wrong with you!?" Aidan screamed as he sat up in bed, seeing that the door into his bedroom had been knocked off the hinges with Van Helsing standing in the light of the doorway. "Can't get no sleep around here, first your dim-witted friend makes a bunch of noise in the room next to me, and now you come in kicking doors down!"
"I need some help!" Van Helsing cried.
"Of course you do…" Aidan scoffed. "With what!? Getting some rest? Take some morphine or something!"
Removing a lamp from the wall, Van Helsing revealed bite marks on his forearm.
"I've been bit!"
"Oh shit…" Aidan gasped, a hitched breath came from behind the two men and Van Helsing looked over his shoulder to see Carl standing in the doorway, the tent in his pants halfway in and out of the room. After a couple of seconds of awkward silence, Carl fled down the hall.
Darting into his room again, Carl slammed the door shut and began to pace around with his hands on his hips. The tent in his undergarments starting to recede.
"What is it, my dear?" Marishka asked, sliding out of the bed and standing up.
"Van Helsing…he…he's been…"
Marishka's intuition told her everything she needed to know, and her face shifted into a dark grin.
"Bit." The two lovers said at the same time, face to face, nose to nose. Marishka smirking while Carl looked scared out of his wits.
"You know what that means…" Marishka teased, her sentence trailing a lecherous laugh.
"It means that when the full moon comes, we're all going to be in danger unless we find a cure, and fast." Carl croaked from dread.