Van Helsing's Sister, Dracula's Bride | By : Khaleesi-Of-Dragons Category: S through Z > Van Helsing Views: 3080 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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~Two days later…
We rode into the small town of Vaseria. "So you have memories of the past seven years but nothing before then," Carl asks.
"Not now Carl." The tension hanging in the air of the town is almost a palpable thing that you could cut with a knife, I observe, looking around nervously. These people would have no problems killing three strangers if they deemed us a threat.
"There must be something you can remember," Carl insists.
"I remember fighting the Romans at Masada," Van Helsing said seriously.
"That was in seventy-three A.D.," Carl and I exclaim in unison.
"You asked." A tall man with oily white hair steps in front us, standing on the steps that lead up to the town's well.
"Welcome to Transylvania," he says, his voice sounding bittersweet. Carl helps me down off my horse and keeps me squeezed between him and my brother. The man grins, showing us his few teeth. Behind the man, it seemed the entire town had gathered; they held pitchforks, knives, and machetes.
"Is it always like this," Carl whispers to me.
"From what my brother's told me, yes, exactly like this."
"What are we doing here? Why is it so important to kill this Dracula anyway?"
"Uh, cause he's the son of the Devil."
"Because anything bitten or created by him will also die," Van Helsing explains. A beautiful woman stepped on the edge of the well. This must be Princess Anna.
"You," she yells to us. "Let me see your faces!"
"Why," I ask. She places her hands on her hips.
"Because we don't trust strangers; gentlemen you will now be disarmed." I grab a pistol off of my horse unnoticed and conceal it within the folds of my dress as several people started to close around us, but my brother stops them with a single glare. He is very good at that—he has stopped me from doing something stupid many times.
"You can try." I shake my head at my brother's response, sure that we are about to be murdered.
"That wouldn't be smart," I mutter. Carl nods and tightens his grip on my hand. The men around us look nervous and uncertain.
"You refuse to obey our laws," the princess asks.
"The laws of men mean little to us," I say boldly, stepping forward. Van Helsing pulls me back behind him and Carl, who turns to face me.
"Are you crazy? That could've gotten you killed." I just shrug and look back at the princess.
"Fine," she says nodding," Kill them!" Everyone, including me, raised their weapons. They started to close in on us again, but my brother and I didn't move a muscle.
"I'm here to help," my brother says, looking behind her. I follow his gaze, there are three ugly bat-like things coming towards us. They must be the vampires the Cardinal told us about; Dracula's brides.
"I don't need any help."
"Really?" Van Helsing pulls out his cross bow and I raise my pistol. Anna ducks as we begin shooting at the flying rats behind her. We both hit where we aim; me barely managing to do so. You could tell they were female because of their distorted faces and curves that most women have. Van Helsing and I kept shooting but the rats were too fast. Unfortunately, they were smarter than I thought they were because they split up, flying in all different directions to make it harder for my brother and I to hit them.
"I hate RATS," I shout in frustration, nearly out of the iron rounds I was provided.
"Everyone inside," Anna shouts.
"You'd think they'd do the obvious," I yell to her. One of the rats goes after Anna so I go after the rat; Anna leapt off her perch just in time and landed on my brother.
"Normally I don't like women to throw themselves at me." Before Anna could reply the blonde vampire grabs her. I run over to my brother and pull him up.
"Nice one genius, next time just hand her over to them."
"Let go of me Nadira," Anna exclaims, struggling. My brother throws himself at her and grabbed onto her ankles, yanking her out of the vampire's claws. Rolling around on the ground for a few seconds, they finally stand.
"I thought you said you didn't need any help," Van Helsing says. "Stay here." Anna gave him a dirty look.
"You stay here; they're trying to kill me."
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