However, my fright was useless. Not even a single finger touched me,
nor hurt me. I have heard that our finder took his breath in a strange, tearing
way, like he had been weeping, too. I gained a little bravery and had a look up
painfully grin with his eyes tightly closed, dirty and bloodstained face,
getting clearer by the rolling, bitter teardrops of torment. I have never seen
this face like this, never to cry, to sob, neither to suffer. It had been
care-worn, sad, laughing, smiling, serious, happily grinning, but like this,
throat was dry as a desert, my voice was shaking from fear, even though I gave
a voice, stretching my tiny hands towards the man, asking him to lift me
up, out of the wardrobe. I wanted him to
take me and my brother away as far as, and as soon as he could.
Darling – he said fast, lifting his teary eyes upon me-! Shall not any bad
things have happened to you! What about Lucas?
sobbing so hard, I could not say else, only this word. My father lifted me,
then the still sleeping Lucas out of the wardrobe, with his strong, but now
shaking arms. He held us tight. I could feel all that pain, suffer, and
impotent rage that he felt, within his embrace.
– I said forceless, silently.
- My dear! It is alright. I will take you away from here, right now.
mother! Mother – I tried to point at the other part of the room, but father
turned in a way that I couldn’t see there, whilst he went out of the room-! Don’t
leave her here!
cannot come with us now.
mommy! Don’t leave her here, father! Please, dad!
her. She is sleeping now. She had fallen asleep, we shall not wake her up.
- No, mother is not sleeping! I know. I saw what those strangers did to her!
my fathers eyes opened wide, glanced at me startled, then raised his head and
hurtled out of the castle. As he was almost running, I hung myself around his
neck. Salty tears washed my face, but they weren’t mine. My tears were already
dried up and petered. I couldn’t cry, as I was too exhausted for it. The drops
came from upwards, from the eyes of my father. They rolled down on his cheeks,
then fell from his chin, a few of them landing on my face.
that, only a few, shredded memories left from that day, as I nodded off almost every second from the exhaust and from
the shock of that day. hardly do I remember of which of these shreds were real
and which were only my dream.
She wakes up wheezing, totally sweated, with
crumpled sheets. Her pillow is on the ground, her blanket is halfway there,
too. With a sudden movement she sits up and pushes her hand under the blanket.
Her palm reaches a colt, solid thing: a hilt. She pulls it out and examines it,
as the rising suns first rays glimmer back from the silver coated, perfect
Since that day she felt at all bedtimes that
she’s not safe. For a long time, she and her brother spent the night int he same
bed, so that they could fall asleep, but as the time passed by, it was less and
less bearable that they shared their bed. Since then, she can only have a good
nights sleep with her sword.
She is horrified that one night she will be
attacked, and will not have time for self-defense, and search for a weapon. We
never know what the next moment is holding for us – said she constantly. In the
battles she had learned it’s better to be afraid than to get surprised, so that
she would like to be as prepared as it is possible for both good and bad.
She has been isolated for years from people,
in order not to love them, thinking that this way her opponents can’t hold her,
using her beloved ones against her. But mostly, she was afraid if she let
somebody close to herself, she could lose them anytime.
She crawls out of bed, tossing the quiver put
next to the bed, dumping all its content. She collects the arrows, then as she
finished, pours water in the washbasin to refresh herself. Rapidly she cleans,
then dresses up.
Hunter’s pants and boots, simple, white shirt
and a waistcoat. As usual. Under the armor it’s comfortable. Not like she would
have such a big armor: only a few, but durable, strong shields and pads for the
shoulders, arms and legs, and an easy breast plate. Just as the armor of her
brother. Neither of them wears helmet.
She takes a brush and while preparing, stares
at her reflection in the mirror. It is
incredible, how much we look alike, with my brother. Small wonder, we are
twins. Black like raven, straight like the nail, our hair and green, like
poison, our eyes are from our father, while our skin, white like snow, and our
said-to-be beautiful faces are from our mother. But the attractive outside
covers a not so pretty inside.
Since their childhood, they study sword play,
archery, hunting and other ways of hunting and killing. Not once they had been
on patrol around the nearest woods and villages at night. They control and
uproot the blood drinkers’ herds. Although, they are only fifteen, much blood
stitches to their hands. Of course, they do not have any remorse, as this is
the blood of killers, not innocents. They are the Van Helsings, who put up
their lives to catch the evil vampires killing the innocent humans. The hunter
clan with the longest, and once most famous history. One family, one
Just as she finishes dressing, somebody knocks
on the door. It is Lucas, inviting her to breakfast. Before she leaves, she
closes the door well, slipping the key in her secret pocket. Nothing does she
leave for random.
In the dining hall a deep, pushing silence
rounds the entering people. The two youngsters greet their uncle, then take
their seats next to the table. The food petered slowly and in great silence
from the plates. Nobody said a single word, they didn’t even look at each
other. They didn’t dare to. Not this morning. They felt, this is the morning of
the farewell – perhaps the last time they have seen each other.
Their parents’ assassin just got near, there
was no time for hesitating. They are young, they are strong, and they have to
take probably the greatest step in their lives, if they didn’t want to loose
the chance forever, to take revenge.
- My children…before you leave… I would like
to say something. I know how strong your will is – like iron. I know I can’t
convince you to stay. You are just like as my younger brother was.
They stood up, and Richard waved for the
children to follow him. They went straight to the East tower, into the
uppermost room. To where until that, they were forbidden to enter. As the key
turned in the lock, it was like when a lock falls from decades of secrecy. When
they stepped in, the twins got amazed of what they have seen. Around there were
different weapons: swords, daggers, spears, stabbing and cutting blades on the
walls and shelves. In the middle a table stood amongst chairs, carved all with
different patterns, and names. Whilst Lucas examined the weapons, his sister
went around the table. Running her fingers on the backrests of the chairs, she
was calling out names. On the main place she found the name Walter.
- Walter? – she asked surprised.
- Yes. Your father was the leader. These
chairs here once all belonged to living people. Now only three have left, which
can be occupied by their righteous owners. All the others have fallen in the continuous
- But why our father was the leader?
- Because I haven’t felt myself strong enough.
He was always more confident. Like you. And back then…at that time… I lost my
wife. I was broken. I wouldn’t have been able to protect even my very own life,
not to talk about the life of the ones who had put it in my hands. That is why
I had asked your father to take over me. The others all agreed, even supported
As she touched her father’s chair, a pleasant
tingling ran through her body, like a soft embrace. Walter…my father…
- As you see, there are some chairs with the
same patterns. Their
owners were from the same regions. The places of fathers, then their sons’.
- But with our pattern, there are five chairs.
Walter, Richard, Benjamin – she held a little break-…Lucas and mine. If I’m not
wrong, as you said, Benjamin is your son. Right, Uncle Richard? But then were
is he? What had happened to him?
- That is why I called you here. Sit down, I
will tell you now…