Getting so far as the second Lord before she had fallen into the deep sleep of the healing and the unwell, the emerald huntress lost to the world in a slumber that seemed preternatural, Dracul closed his eyes for just a moment. He no longer required sleep to keep himself fit for the fight, but it hurt nothing to do it all the same. He wondered what biting remark Little Aria would have for him if she could see him now. So it can sleep! And what's more, the beast doesn't hang from the ceiling like some overgrown, geriatric bat. The voice in his mind matched her's with such perfection, it was almost eery. Almost, were it not for the amount of time she seemed to spend belittling him.

Rustle. Rustle. It sounded like the mutated foliage above was in a tizzy, fighting amongst each other ravenously, slaying indiscriminately with no-holds-barred. Was it that they would turn inwards without sustenance after so long, or perhaps by night when the sun was no longer blazing overhead, or was there possibly someone else there? Perking his ears up despite his superior senses, he strained to hear what was going over over his head, however, just as suddenly as noise had started, there was silence. Ringing, immaculate silence.

After a moment of this, the Prince of the Night wondering if his mind wasn't playing tricks on him, a shadow, intangible as smoke, stood over the hole some fifty feet up and, reaching into an inside pocket, extracted a rope. Lowering the lightly tanned, braided material, the figure patiently waited for the lordly vampire to make the first move. Going to Aria's side, he shook her shoulder roughly, always keeping one eye on the apparition, but she only turned over in her sleep, grunting softly. Sighing inwardly at the constant problem she was, he tossed her bag over his shoulder, and scooping her up none too gently, carrying her against his side as if she were an over-sized infant, took her to the prone shape firmly grasping their exit. With his one free hand, he grasped the rope, surprised with the ease and speed in which they were soaring through the sky and hoisted to solid ground.

"What are you?" He wearily asked the empty space, the figure ghosting away as if it was never there in the first place.

Making up for lost time - no thanks to his cumbersome ally - he moved the refrigerator to his back, slinging her arm across his chest and holding it there for an extra safety precaution should she begin to slip, he sped through the withered underbrush, in a western direction, where the horizon was less even, punctured in the distance by what appeared to be either a grand mansion or a run-down castle. This form of travel was so much more convenient than what he was limited to with a conscious meat-sack dragging him down with all of her petty mortal needs...

Cornell's part over and done, bladder held to the limit and beyond to hear the tale out, she could resist her natural human urges no longer. Arianna had tried, but it was a losing battle that was going to cost her dearly if she didn't surrender soon, so being polite as she could about it, mostly due to the captivating narrative that earned her interest than respect in the rascal that had lived it, she held up her index finger to silence him. Unthinkingly, she sprung up from the ground practically giving herself whiplash.

Reaching for her zipper, she paused when she noticed that he was watching her still, confounded by her actions, "Do you mind? I have to take a leak."

Gathering what she so crassly put, or crass considering the age in which he had lived, he scoffed at her bluntness, "You act like you're better than me, and yet you use such terms. Marie would never speak so indelicately."

Squatting down, going about her business with embarrassment, she spoke to divert the attention away from herself, "Marie? It sounds like you left out a large chunk of your story, Gabriel. Your sister, perhaps?"

"My wife."

She could imagine the coldness in his eyes as he said that, the raw pain he must have still felt over her loss. Wait, why was she sympathizing with him? He was her mortal enemy, was he not? Maybe not quite her mortal enemy at this stage... But no matter what he was to her now, she was going to stick to her word and kill him. She had to, becuase she owed her father that much...

"Your wife?" Little Aria repeated softly, voice a little tight, "I should have known. After all, you did say that you had a love, once. What happened to her?"

"..." He glanced over his shoulder at her, tone clipped and final as the grave, "She died."

He had not fully been honest when he told Aria of Marie's death, leaving out that he himself had been her murderer, but why did she need to know that? She judged him enough as it was, and if she knew what he was capable of... Perhaps he should tell her the full truth and put her in her place, frighten her into seeing that a delicate daisy had no place growing in the raging ocean, but now was not the time for harsh realities, not when they had larger concerns...

Gothic towers jutting into the midnight sky like ditch water washing over the sands of white beaches, obscuring the pregnant moon where the misty red clouds did not, the duo stood outside of the onyx castle gates, rusted closed with age. Sleeping beauty had woken at last - Dracul may or may not have let her fall from his back and into a pricker bush - moodily gathering their situation. Weren't they stranded in a pitfall when she fell asleep? So why all the sudden were they back at ground-level, gazing up at a castle that had seen better days? The rafters bare in several places, the thatched roof torn away by the cold ravages of time, nature, and beasts, entire sections of wall caved in, revealing plundered hallways and ransacked rooms with marble floors and gold-leaf walls. The destruction brought back flashes of home...

Come along, An echoing voice, commanding and husky, rang in Aria's head, Enter my castle, and come find me in the throne.

Looking at Gabriel to see if he heard it too, she was astonished to see that she was alone in hearing the voice, his expression quizzical when she inquired, "Did you hear that?"

"I don't have time for your foolish mortal games, little one. We wasted enough time in that cave, so let us continue," He pulled her up, "Or do you want to stay here a little longer?"

Shaking her head, Arianna followed him to the gate...


Concerning Hobbits...

Just kidding, this is only Castlevania! Pft, I offended myself with that remark...

On a more serious note, the bathroom bit was done simply because not enough things point out the natural parts of life, and for another, I would imagine things like using the bathroom are a marked difference between humans and vampires. But what do I know?

And, on a huge matter - As I am working on my first novel, ALL of my stories will hereby be put on indefinite hold. I will continue my work on this and all of my other fics, but only at a time as I am able to, thank you, and I hope that you all understand.