Chapter 11
Someone interrupted me. how dare they! who ever they are I was caught red - handed while I was mindlessly admiring my ' pet '. What startled me in to focus was by a mere maid. I blaze my eyes with lazer focus to see if that 'Faun ' wants to spar with me again. So that I can finally finish her off. I hate insubmissive servants the most out of all things.
"Sorry ma'am your father requests your presence " Yessabelle (my 4th lady-in-waiting) replied as she bowed courteously and with the utmost respect for the young mistress.
" Tell him I will be with him at the moment" I corresponded her intrusion as she bowed once more before leaving my presence. I am respected in this house hold as like with all of that hold the family crest of Blood Ruby embedded with gold trimming in fancy swirls that are decorative but serve also as a symbol for the highest rank considering it as a precious stone that has been hand crafted by the finest artisans and talented embellishers.
My thoughts were 'should I be worried ?' As I felt very uneasy. I feel something deep way in my gut that I couldn't predict where this is headed. The situation, I mean. My father does NOT simply allow things to be without his consert as the man of the house. He is a Count. As to say, We were the fourth to the throne but to the unnatural beings. We are already entitled as the king and queen and claim the title for being the most powerful as to being undefeated. Almost.
I say this because of Van Helsing.
Van Helsing was my great grandfather's worst nemesis. He wanted to terminate the future offsprings of my greatgrand father and to kill Frankenstein in which made my great grandfather very proud of his monstrosity.
The Knights of the Holy Order, stationed at the Vatican, dispatch Gabriel to kill Dracula. He is also tasked with preventing the last of the Valerious family from falling into purgatory; the family swore to kill Dracula nine generations ago and is unable to enter Heaven until they succeed. He is given a torn piece of paper with a Latin insignia on it. He is joined by Carl, a friar who provides support and weapons.
Dracula confronts Van Helsing, who recognizes him from his past, and realizes that Dracula is impervious to all conventional methods of killing vampires. While escaping, Van Helsing and Anna fall into a cave, where they find Frankenstein's Monster still alive. Though the Monster pleads to be killed so that Dracula cannot use him, Van Helsing decides to take him to Rome so he can be protected (As he could not feel any evil intentions inside the monster). They flee in a carriage, but while crossing the Carpathian Mountains, the brides and Velkan attack them. The carriage plummets down a precipice and Verona tries to save the Monster, but on opening the door reveals that it is a decoy carriage containing only stakes bundled against explosives, which kill her when the carriage hits the bottom. The genuine carriage is attacked by Velkan and Van Helsing kills him, but not before Van Helsing is bitten by him; when the next full moon occurs, Van Helsing will become a werewolf.
Max had just finished his meal. My Max. My pet. He is now in my possession I can't let him get in the middle of all this. I have some how gained attached to him. As he is attached to me. He is stuck to me like glue as he traced my every movement. I thought it was very endearing and very adorable like a little puppy which breed I assumed to be a poodle or a beagle. A picture of a very cute tiny puppy come to my thoughts
He was so cute as he pouts. His lips felt like velvet soft the way they looked I was so focused. On them then he put his hand on his face seeing if there was something in his face
'Do you need my assistance my master.."
Max's face says it all as his glistening eyes that match a cat it is something else something pulling me in like a deep well and yet a fiery animal that is restrained.
He was anticipating for me to take him with me. But this time, I cannot. It is too serious and the involvement with him may cause a misunderstanding and chaotic scene once more.
I sealed a kiss on his forehead. A plain and simply light damp of my lips unto his bare forehead so that he feels appreciated and loved. I always take care of my 'belongings' always. I never let them out of my sight not even once.
"I will go..alone." I i simply implied and patted his head. " I'll be back" then left with my formal red Victorian gown flaying beside me as my servants assisted me. I look back at him seeing me fleeting away from his side. I can sense the loneliness in his hazel gold speckled eyes as I went out of the door.