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The Vanhelsing Betrayal 8Months passed, the cold deepened, Isaac spent more and more time absent his father's War council, absent any where except his chambers and occasionally the great library constantly researching, constantly busy when seen in public but in private behind the thick doors of his chamber constantly with Triana. She joined him in the work turning their labors and research in to the magic of the vampiric curse and the bond that joined them in to almost a dance, sometimes he lead, other times she did and sometimes they just moved in no particular pattern at all.
"We've torn through every bloody book in the library, every book in the bloody castle Triana! Other than one lone book with all the useful pages torn out not even a reference to vampirism being a curse, or blood magic in relation with the victims. Not a single shred of information or evidence that could explain what's been happening or why or even leads us in the general right direction not a single thrice cursed scrap of informat
The VanHelsing Betrayal 7He always walked the upper battlements alone, the guards were few up here, just look outs watching the skies, as fighting positions they weren't truly vital in fact they weren't designed to be anything more then functional. War was not their only use however. The great castle was emplaced in a great mountain vast it's peak. While its function was war, from the top you could still find beauty like no other. Isaac sat up there for a long time, the wind moving softly as the sun sank and the darkness rose.
"Mind some company then?" the posh female voice could only be Triana, Isaac idly patted the part of the battlement near him "Help your self not sure how much company I'll be though" Triana sat down smoothly drawing her legs to her chest "Not going to ask how I got out and made it up here undetected?" "Well you are a vampire" "Touche Mr. Van Helsing, or May I call you Isaac? You have saved my unlife twice n
The VanHelsing Betrayal 6She stirred slowly, her head pounded and her vision swam with her eyes closed. All her senses felt like they were covered with a layer of fuzz. A voice penetrated the fuzz but it was impossible to hear. A concerned voice though, strong and masculine, she felt safe because of the voice, safe like she hadn't felt since she was turned. She mentally struggled towards the voice and to consciousness, but she tired quickly and fell back in to a deep sleep.
Isaac spent three days at her bedside, a stack of books keeping him company as he tried to figure out what in the blood had been enough to wound her so. She hadn't done the same with his blood, so he priked his finger and placed a few drops between her lips. It had helped her with more physical wounds then this, but he sensed that one drop of blood may have been more dangerous then all the bladed weapons and stakes in the world. For the life of him though he couldn't figure out why. He'd torn through every book on vampirism in the room and
The VanHelsing Betrayal 5It was psychotic that he was doing this, slinking around his own family's castle like a thief in the night, with a knife and a wine skin with which to harvest blood for a mortal enemy of all human kind. Why in the world was he doing this? Isaac wracked his brains as he stepped silently towards the infirmary, little more then a shadow on the wall. He wanted to say it was the opportunity to get information out of her, learn more about vampires... but part of him was utterly fascinated with her wit and beauty, that keen, sharp intelligence. Isaac shook himself out of his mental wanderings, if he didn't focus he'd be very dead, very soon.
It was late and the only nurse on duty was sleeping away from the ward, the guard patrol wouldn't be by anytime soon, plenty of time to kill a man and drain his blood right? How hard could it honestly be? Isaac walked in the infirmary, all these men were pledged to himself and his father, they had been wounded in the name of the Van Helsings and in an eff
The VanHelsing Betrayal 4Isaac stood silent in contemplation and spoke in a solemn tone "I would like to think two civilized beings could attempt to call this a draw but since you seem inclined to kill me and I'm not inclined to die, I will at least allow you a choice of weapons." Her smile grew wicked her eyes narrowed; her voice was like velvet as she purred "mmm perhaps the close and intimate encounter of the knife fight? Or the more traditional duel with swords? Or shall we be modern and shoot each other with pistols? Or the most intimate, violent duel we can?" She closed on him in a flash arms and hands running over his tensed muscles "the intimacy of hand to hand combat?"
Isaac moved swiftly, moving himself with out a seconds hesitation from the arms of the beguiling vampiress, drawing his sword he put the steel between himself and Triana "I think the sword would be most appropriate unless you have some sort of objection?" Triana pouted slightly "Why can you resist me? No man's ever been able to do that
The VanHelsing Betrayal 3It had been two days since he rescued her, she had yet to stir from what he could only assume was a trance and he had secluded himself from the rest of the castle, telling his father he needed a period of contemplation and study as winter's grasp fell and the campaign season ended. He was left alone he did such things often enough and the people of the castle had learned to not disturb him. He did as he told his father he would though, studying the nature of vampires and what little the world knew of their healing process, the way they processed the blood they fed on, things that had been incidental in the past but now might be vital. He read by candle light, or when his eyes wearied studied his silent companion, she had yet to stir in her dark slumber and it had been many days, perhaps her wounds had been more severe then he thought.
After another few days of reading, straining his eyes by candle light and late nights of watching his mysterious and silent companion he finally found so
The VanHelsing Betrayal 2The leather of his armor was stiff with blood, the quiver of crossbow bolts was running low, pistol ammunition and stakes were in a similar state. He had a boot knife and a half a sword left but that was it. One hour to dawn to go, the attack on castle VanHelsing had caught them off guard for once, the vampires hadn't breached the walls like that before, the old man was going to be furious.
Dr. VanHelsing was not one to tolerate a failure like this but in the face of a great foe such as the brood of Dracula... what else was there to do but learn and counter attack? This was the doctrine drilled in to
him from birth, knowledge of the enemy in tantamount, especially for him, especially for Isaac VanHelsing heir to the greatest vampire hunter to ever live.
His long jacket moved softly around him as he headed deeper in to the castle, towards his own quarters and the last remaining vestiges of darkness, where any remaining vampires might hide. He had sent the men away, they were never as ef
The VanHelsing Betrayal: 1It has been 100 years since the fall of Dracula at the hands of Dr. VanHelsing and his warriors, 100 years after the scourge should have ended. Dracula's five generals and their minions survived the great demon's death and have splintered to become the ruling vampire clans.
Of the these, one clan, through warfare both internal and external, remains. Clan Dracul is led by the new great demon known as Nosferatu, once the greatest of Dracula's Generals. He has used the teaching of his master and taken control of the lands with a cold, icy grip. Dr.VanHelsing and Nosferatu know their time is short. They will both die. And so they prepare the next generation, their heirs to continue their war for the soul of the world.
The Maddening Descent: 2My arrival in London was handled in swift accord, two silent Gentlemen met me and quickly rushed me off through the streets of London, at last arriving sumptuous manor and showing me in a drawing room, as I had not yet met my host, and my English breeding and manners demanded politeness in such a home, with a man who I hoped might be my employed I stood and in short time was introduced to Admiral Sir Nigel Harris, of His Majesty's Navy. He ushered me in to his study and awaiting my arrival were two men who couldn't be more different from the other.
The first was an Arab, obviously a man of import and stature, almost certainly a prince or representative of a royal house, the other was a slightly stooped older man an academic from the way he peered over his spectacles, studying me as if reading a book, eyes piercing me to my very soul. "Professor Lanning I would like to introduce you to Mohammad Al-Sharif an envoy from the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia and Professor Hughes of the Miskatonic Un
pray into my collarbone
let your snake tongue slither
with the syllables.
i wish for soft-chested nights,
and the trickle of champagne down crystal glass.
poppy-lips, lull me to sleep,
nurse my coiling tongue with yours;
tap my scalp like a silent drum,
and wind my hair in between your fingers
like broken guitar strings.
(serenade me with the buzz of pollen in your kiss.)
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