Talking

"Oh. Frankenstein," Velkan said as he walked out onto the grounds of the Van Helsing manor, startled by the sight of his friend already laying on the cool grass. "I wasn't expecting you to be here."

Frankenstein made to get up. "Would you prefer I left you to yourself, Prince Velkan?"

Velkan thought for a moment with a sigh. "No. No, you're alright. I need someone to talk to anyway." He got down on the ground, laying back with his hands behind his head. He looked up at the velvety sky adorned with thousands of rhinestone stars.

"Is everything alright, sir?" Frankenstein asked in concern, his brow furrowed as he looked at the young man.

Velkan sighed. "Yes. Well...I'm fine. Just a lot on my mind right now. And enough of this 'sir.' I'm not a 'sir' by any means."

Frankenstein laid back again and folded his hands on his chest. "May I ask what is troubling you?" he inquired.

"There's just..." Velkan sighed again, this time a little more tiredly as he turned his head to look at Frankenstein. "Please don't feel offended if it seems I'm talking a lot. I have quite a load."

Frankenstein nodded, gesturing for his companion to continue. Velkan turned to look back skywards and thought for a moment. "Where to start...Frankenstein, have you ever thought of love?"

The other opened his eyes a little wider in surprise. He smiled. "That's a different one. Well...yes, I suppose. Sometimes. Why?"

"Well...My sister has Van Helsing, Carl has...oh, I forget her name, but...I just can't help but wonder if there's maybe someone out there for me."

Frankenstein smiled. "Lad, you have NOTHING to worry about. Now me, I'm the one who we should worry a little about. I mean, look at me. How many women do you think are falling at MY feet?"

Velkan looked at him a little sadly. "Even you must have someone. Just think of it - there must be someone created for each of us. It's just a matter of whether or not we find them. Whether or not we open our eyes enough to see them."

Frankenstein gave a light laugh. "Velkan, trust me. Any woman in Romania would be proud to call herself yours. Why not go into town tomorrow, just to...you know, take a look?"

Velkan thought about it. "Maybe. Yes, that could probably work." He smiled. "Thank you, friend."

They lay in silence for a moment, watching the sky. Then Frankenstein continued. "What else is there? What else is bothering you?"

Velkan thought for a second, a little melancholy. "Frankenstein, what about death? Do you ever have any thoughts about that?"

Frankenstein shrugged. "For me, it's a daily thing. I must face the fact that I was brought back from death, the product of death, and that the first thing I knew in my life was the death of my father. It's a painful thing, but it must be faced."

Velkan turned and smiled weakly at his friend. "It's hard, the death of a family member, especially a father. Did you know yours well?"

"No, not especially. Within the hour of my creation, Dracula had killed him."

The prince sighed, looking back upwards sadly. "I didn't know mine too well either. He was always very busy trying to put our family curse to rest, trying to get rid of Dracula...he was out of the house all too often. My mother died when we were young, so Anna and I got along on our own once we were old enough."

"It's hard, not having a father, isn't it?" Frankenstein said, a hint of sadness or regret in his voice.

Velkan smiled weakly. "Not as hard as other things, but yes. It is one of the harder things."

The pair fell into silence for one last time, and then Frankenstein propped himself up into a sitting position. "Well, I'm off to bed. You should think about heading in soon too, Master Velkan. You're going to need your rest for tomorrow's hunt."

Velkan sat up, a curious expression on his handsome face. "What hunt?"

"Why, your girl hunt, of course!"