"Castlevania"

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Castlevania

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Chapter 1: Cross Your Hearth.
Dora wood, Warakiya. The 20th of October 1688 A.D.
Where the sun hadn't reached, their already ley piles of snow. Fall had come early this year. The mist made the headstones of the old cemetery look more dead than the piles of snow, rotting under the weight of the falling rein. The wind had began blowing, its mournful shisper was all he could hear as it made raindrops hit his face. He tried not to think about how there could be fog a night like this. To begin with, the trees had looked just like the trees around the village and those standing around his farm. But now they looked twisted and black, like they where burned, with nearl claw-like branches. Some of them had actually tried to grab him, he'd thrown holy water on them and now it looked like the wall-widows as Christopher had called them, to have learned to respect him. The flapping of wings made him stop, from out of the wet darkness, something was coming toward him. Somehow it made him think about Lenore, his first wife who'd born his son to this world. He dried of the tear, rain too, as he saw a raven coming flying toward him. Its eyes where like black stones, making him think about Death. "Nevermore." He said as he cracked his whip at the black bird, making it burst into flames. He continued to wander, but now it looked like the wall-widows had regained their courage as they again did grasp at him with their twisted branch-claws. He threw the boomerang-cross, setting some of the trees afire. Doing the same as he cracked his whip at other wall-widows. As the trees again seemed to loose comfidience he got a chance to regain his breath, then stopped as he though he heard something. Nothing moved and he started walking again. Again it was only the sounds of the wind and the falling rain who did rung in the ominous silence. But even so, it was like he could feel somebody was watching him. He didn't rest his whip and was on guard as he did wander further forward. Then he heard a step and wheeled around. Three individuals, hooded and cloaked did dash at him. He felt how his skin crawled as he felt the smell of rotting flesh coming from them. Living deaths, wandering corpses, with an evil desire for human flesh to sustain their none-life. He fought back the desire to empty his belly and did instead crack his whip at the band, making them burst into fire. But now it looked like the forest was filled with the living deaths. Again and again he did crack the Vampire Killer and again and again they gathered around him. He looked around, trying to find the source of the living death and noticed that, deeper inside the forest, a bone-knight, sitting upon a skeleton horse, did watch him battle the walking corpses. Grinning his teeth, Simon di battle through the cloaked corpses toward the skeletal horseman, who nodded and then rode of. There where still wandering deaths coming towards him, but now it looked like the brunt of their attacks had bean weakened. And soon, the forest again lay silent. Breathing heavily he stood alone in the old graveyard. But soon he did gather himself and again started walking. Soon, he came across an old gate, which seamed like it had once bordered the graveyard. At the cross-road outside a warg stood watching him. He did nearly jump as he noticed how silent it stood and how sudden it had appared. He did the sign of the cross and the warg growled at him. He saw how unpure fire lit in its eyes. This was no ordinary beast hunting the wild for food. This was a servant of the dark lord. He did again do the sign of the cross, but before he could end the sign, the warg jumped at his neck. Then howled in pain as it did make contact with his crucifix. "God give me strength." He said as he threw a vial of holy water at the warg who burst into fire by the holy liquid. He did swing the whip at some near-by candles and they let out some crystals which he knew would give new power to his family's mystic weapons. Just as he thought so, the rain started pooring down more heavily than before and the moss-covered bricks of the low fence surrounding the cemetery broke off and became thrown at him. Somewhat taken aback by this sudden turn of events, the first brick hit him in the chest and threw him backwards. He jumped to his feet and swung the Vampire Killer at the next bricks. As the last of the thrown bricks vanished into nothingness, the rain stopped. He felt how a shudder went down his spine and did then look around for the vampire responsible for this. He was not as schooled as Sonia had bean, but he knew well the legends about the vampire's power to control the weather. A childish giggle was the only warning he got as a half-grown girl, 13 or 14 winters old, did jump out from behind a gravestone and dashed for his neck. This time he was quick enough to rise the whip and crack it at the hearth of the vampire. The vampire, dressed in the soft shoes and simple woollen dressed of the village women did herself manage to do a back-flip, avoiding his slash. "Simon? Is that you?" He gasped and nearly dropped the Vampire Killer. "Christina? Thank God you're here." He recoiled the whip and warmly embraced her. Christina Belnades was one of his oldest and most closest friends. She returned the embrace and then stepped somewhat back. On a closer look he did fully recoginse her. She was younger than his own 21 winters, 16 or possible 17, her grey eyes and dark-blonde hair gave her a somewhat wild look, but to be true, she was a kind-hearthed woman who worked at the orpant's house in the village. His father and uncle had trained her as well as they'd trained him. A heavy roar of thunder made him turn around as the storm again broke out. "I thank you for going with me on this mission." Simon frankly said. "But are you sure you really want this?" Christina nodded. "I know it can be dangerous. I have read the chronicle of Sypha Belnades." He nodded and they went on going. As they did enter the deeper part of the forest, the mist who'd shrouded the graveyard seemed to falter and the darkness was all which was around them. "The old church is right ahead of us." Christina shouted to be heared through the wind and heavy thunders. Simon nodded as he tried to penetrate the darkness before them. Again he heard how the sound of flapping wings came to them through the forest. But this time it sounded heavier, like something big was coming toward them. As a bolt of lightning lit up the landscape, he heard Christina scream and his own hair tried to rise as he saw demonic shaped coming flying towards them. "Run!" HE screamed as they ran toward the thiker darkness who had to be the wall of the church.

Ruins, Dora wood. The 20th of October 1688 A.D.
The doors banged shut and made ecos shot through the ancient building. Christina and Simon bought crossed themselves as the shoing reflection of the lightning struck through the windows. "Let's go, to the honour of God." He said as they walked forward through the shadowy hall. "Watch out!" Christina shouted as a bolt of lightning struck right through the window and made a fire erupt. "It's the vampire again!" Simon cried as he grabbed her hand and dragged her over to a spiral-stair and ran up the steps as fast he could. "God's death!" HE cursed as he noticed the attic's floor was gone. Only the pillars of the first floor was left. He felt like the demonic statues lining the floor grinned at him. "I think there's steps leading down from the other side." Christina said as she lifted her hand and a simple fireball appared before her, lighting up the area around them. "Do you think you might jump it?" She asked as she gathered the skirts of her dress around herself. "It's me you remember." He said as he forced a grin. There where ten metres down to the hard stone-floor and the fast spreading flames. "Oh no." He whispered as they again heard the flapping sound of wings coming at them. "The bats living in here must be returning." Christina whispered. "Jump." He ordered her as he brought out his throwing-cross. She nodded and jumped, landing safely upon the nearest pillar. Safely since Simon had taken out the bats who'd flewn at her. He smiled with grim satisfaction as they burst into flame and thus proved they where not ordinary bats. Christina jumped again as he did take out another flock. "Behind you!" She suddenly screamed. Simon wheeled around and came face to face with a spear-wielding gargoyle. He dropped himself to the ground and threw the boomerang-cross at its feet. The gargoyle screamed and broke into tiny pices of rock. He gnarled his teeth as a spiked piece bit into his shoulder. He quickly drew it out and mumbled as he saw the blood dripping from it. As a heavy explosion sounded, he looked up and noticed Christina had fired a ball of flames, destroying yet another gargoyle who'd coming from one of the higher windows. "Go on!" He shouted as he brought out his whip and made the new one burst into fire. Christina used more fireballs to take out the bats who where still flying at her. She called to Simon when she finally was over. "Continue your Chinese trick with the bats." He called back as he jumped the first pillar. Now the entire floor was burning and the smoke made it difficult seeing. She did summon a gust of wind and used it to clear the sight for him. "Thanks." He grumbled as he too jumped the last pillar. "I only hope there is someway down outside here." HE said as he walked over to the church window. "It lookes like a tree is close enough for us to jump." He called as he did climb up into its frame. "Good luck." She said as he prepared to jump. "I'll need it." He grinned before he jumped. He was lucky, as this was no wall-widow. He swung from the branch he'd grasped around and swung into one of the more steady branches. "All clear!" He shot at Christina as he did continued his journey down to the ground. "God aid my steps." Christina prayed as she did flew through the air. Simon was prepared to take her against if she shouldn't manage to land safely. A dress was not the best clothings when you should climb in trees. But God was with her and soon she landed beside him. Together they stood watching as the old building did burn into rubbles. "It looks like searching safety inside there have made us into church-burners." Simon grimly said. Christina shook her head. "It was old and all the holy objects where gone. I don't think this was a true church anymore." He slowly nodded. That would explain how the gargoyles had entered a place meant to be a holy place. The sound of flapping made them look upward and ran towards the old farmhouse laying on the other side of the small clearing.

Farmhouse, Dora wood. The 20th of October 1688 A.D.
He did firmly shut the doors, but this old wooden ruin wouldn't hinder the gargoyles long. He'd gotten a closer look upon the flock now and was sure they where all gargoyles. The cracking of bones made him wheel around. Christina screamed in fear as she threw a fireball at the skeleton dressed in shabby farm-clothing did rise out of the rubble inside the room. It became destroyed, but more dead farmers did rise from the ruble. Simon cracked the Vampire Killer at the ones holding bows as Christina did take out the rest with her fireballs. To her's and Simons dismay it also made the house begin burning. "Up the ladder!" He snapped as he used the leathery whip to take out some more dead farmers. "I barged the door to well to open it again." As she did climb, he promised himself that it would take some time before he ever again entered a building inside the forest. Taking out the last farmers he ran over to the ladder and climbed up.

Dora wood, Warakiya. The 20th of October 1688 A.D.
"There is no tree near enough." Christina said as she did scout around them. "But I think we might get out of her by getting inside that barn beside us." Simon said as he used the Vampire Killer to take out some more gargoyles. She nodded and ran over to where the ceiling ended and gathered her skirts around her. "I said it would be nevermore." He said as a raven did come flying towards them. HE snaped it with his whip but there came more. "Just see to that they stay off." Christina said as she jumped over the open portion and landed upon the barn's ceiling. She did toss fireballs at the ravens while Simon did jump the same instance and went over to open a window in the barn. "I'll go first this time." He said as he did jump into the awaiting darkness. Christina took a deep breath before she too jumped inside the window.

Barn, Dora wood. The 20th of October 1688 A.D.
It must've bean the hay-loft Simon decided. What he didn't could decide, was the four female vampires laying here and there in the deep beds of hay. To his fear, he recognised them as women from the village, dressed in the same simple clothing as Christina. "Its Grethe." Christina said, as she stared upon the lady with long strings of black hair hanging down her shoulders and emerald eyes in a cute hearth-shaped face. "And that's Megan." He said, pointing at a light-blonde somewhat plump girl laying near Grete. "The last two are Marianne and Kathrina." The sisters, slender brunette girls a little younger than Christina, did raise and walk over to the two others. They did bought blush as the four women started dressing off each-others clothings. "Come to us." Marianne tounted. "We need you." Megan said as she did lick her lips. "God forgive you of your sins!" Simon screamed as he cracked his whip at Grethe and throw a dagger just as he did so. The lady screamed in pain as she became thrown aside. Christina did bring out a vial with holy water and threw it at Marianne and Megan. Megan did got the entire load and burst into fire, while Marianne managed to turn into a bat and fly off. But Simon didn't intend on letting any of them get away. He threw the boomerang-cross and cut the bat into pieces. Just then Grethe shot at him with her claws extended. The armour hindered her from making him bleed and Christina finished her off with a strange blue-coloured crystal. The vampire burst into frozen pieces as Kathrina, who was still unwounded, did turn into mist and drift away. "God give us strength." Christina said in something mid-way between a prayer and a curse as the final vampire managed to escape. "Don't be angry." Simon said as he put his arms around her. "Most likely we will meet again and then God will give her piece." She smiled up at him as she again returned the embrace. As they parted, he went over to an opening in the floor. As Simon did so, Christina saw to that the vampires where really dead. He silently watch her do so. He felt ashamed not being able to burry them in blessed earth. He'd known these women, as he'd bought the services of Marianne's and Kathrina's farm-equipment store. As he'd sometimes bean in the gest-house the father of Megan ran in the village. He hadn't known Grethe that well, she'd bean the doughter on one of the farms on the other side of the village and he didn't know the people over there very much. Again it was he who went down the ladder first. And nearly fell into the killer-hole placed at the bottom of the ladder. "There's a spike-trap down here!" He shouted upward as Christina did descend from the loft. "That's not the only things down here." Christina grimly said as she did throw another ice-crystal at a horse-head coming drifting towards them. Simon nodded as he threw his throwing-axe at yet another horse-head. Just as he did so, he heard a hissing sound from behind some hay-packs at the other side of the room. "Snakes." Christina whispered as she threw a vial of holy water at the corner. The snakes hissed as they burst into flames. But now more packs of snakes seamed to appare from all around the hay-piles. He snaped his whip at the nearby candles, as did Christina with her rod, a weapon she until now had simply used as a wanderer's staff. Back-to-back they fought their way towards the opening leading out from the barn. "Now it's my turn." She said. Simon did a jest-bow as he did quick work of the few remaining snakes behind them. At close guard she went outside the barn. He didn't waited inside before he did follow her out.

Dora wood, Warakiya. The 20th of October 1688 A.D.
Outside, in the wine-grown barn-yard, he did wait for them. The bone-knight seated upon his skeleton-horse. "Who are you?" Simon asked as he drew his whip and brought out a vial of holy water. Christina did something with her rod, she made it grow small so she could place it inside a purce in her belt. "Rowdain." If should have bean impossible for a dead man to speak, but the bone-knight never the less did so. But that was also all he told them. The next thing he did, was making his horse charge at them. He jumped to the side and swung the Vampire Killer at the head of the horse, just as Christina did throw a fireball at it. Then Rowdain teleported, bought horse and knight vanished and reappared somewhere else. And this time it was the skeleton-horse who spat a fireball at them. Christina did generate a tiny swarm of small fist-sized fireballs blast out right before her, taking out the fireball. As she was doing this, Simon did throw the vial at Rowdain, chich made him fall from the horse. "You take the horse." He shot at her. "I'll take down Rowdain." "God be with you." She shot back. "May He be with us all." He mumbled as Rowdain did point his spear at him and fired out a beam of black energy. He heald out his crucifix and focused his mind on God, Like his father had told him. A cross of light appared and the black energy exploded. While the bone-knight still was a little taken aback by his counter-strike, he dashed forward and threw a new vial of holy water. It hit him in the chest and made him stagger backward. At the other end of the barn-yard, Christina again cast her fireball-spell as the skeleton-horse did blast its own wave of flames. She ducked under the wave as the flames didn't seam to hinder it this time and cracked her staff, which she did use her magic to summon, right at the neck of the horse. The horse wnt up on its back legs and screamed a pained sound. She was smart enough to roll aside as the steel-shoed horse-feet hammered down where she'd just bean. Simon smiled and turned his head back to where it should be. Rowdain had managed to gather himself and had brought out a sword and shield. He cracked his whip at him, but now the bone-knight blocked his attack with the shield and did slash at him with the sword. He did a back-flip and then threw his dagger right past the shield. Again the bone-knight did stagger. But this time, he didn't dropped any of his weapons. Christina did get to her feet and cracked the horse at one of its foremost legs, just as it tried to kick at her. It would most likely had crushed her skull, but as it was, she was thrown far back. She did loose her staff and the horse stepped on it and broke it. She summoned a bolt of lightning and made it burst right through the horse. The skeleton did shimmer somewhat before it burst into fire. She tried to rise, but screamed as she felt how her shoulder pained. She knew the horse could breake bones if it did hit right and did slowly open her dress to look how bad it was. Simon did crack the Vampire killer right at the shield and made a burst of holy water run down the leather. The metal burst into pieces and Rowdain threw the pices aside and then swung his blade at his chest. He grunted as the compact made the armour hammer into his ribs. He threw another vial of holy water and made the bone-knight stagger backward. It felt as if a hammer had hitt right into him, but he continued to crack his whip. Christina smiled as she noticed her shoulder wasn't broken. But judging by the huge darkish blue mark on her body, it had just bean a mere miracle it didn't happened after all. She summoned her magic and threw a fireball at the back of the bone-knight. Thomas and Jacob, the father and uncle of Simon, had told she should only battle someone from the behind when you was in a real battle. Well, now she was in a real battle. The fireball made Rowdain sprad his arms as fire absorbed his spiked armour and his bones. The skeleton was spread all over the yard, but then, to her horror, the knight's bones did gather together again and dashed at her. Simon did however gather himself faster than Christina could and threw yet another vial of holy water at Rowdain. And this time, it was over. Rowdain burst into fire and fell down on the ground and soon, he was gone. "God is truly with us." He said as he did gather his vials. He smiled as he noticed they where again filled with clear holy water. "Look." Christina said. "The rain is gone." Simon nodded. "I think the first great enemy on our way are removed." Then he became serious. "But I don't think it'll be the only enemy inside the forest." She nodded and again they started walking. "The mist is drifting in again." Simon said as the trees again started to tighten around them. "I hope it's no more vampires coming at us." Christina said." Then they stopped. "Not again." He said as he did the sign of the cross. Before them, lay yet another fence leading into a graveyard. "God have bean with us so far." Christina soothed. "Surely He will stay with us." Simon did the sign of the cross yet again and bowed his head. Then he did open the fence.

Dora wood, Warakiya. The 20th of October 1688 A.D.
Simon felt how his skin crawled as spiders, large as his entire head, did descend from the trees near two graves before them. As he moved to attack, an evil foul-smelling rotting hand rouse from one of the graves and stopped him in his track. Christina threw a ball of fire at the spider before she knelt to see if she could help Simon get free. "Try this." He said as he brought out a dagger and started cutting on the hand. "Let me." She said as she sprinkled a circle of holy water around the hand, who exploded into pieces. "Thanks." Simon said as he did test his foot, shaking away the cold sensation the hand had brought about. "Somehow," Christina said. "I get the feeling this graveyard is part of the same graveyard who lay outside Veros." Slowly Simon nodded. "As you speak of it, I read somewhere in Trevor's journal the graveyard laying outside the village was the biggest in Warakiya. Outside of Carmilla cemetery of course." She nodded, then threw a vial of holy water at another hand who'd appared out of the ground. "Who's there?" Simon shouted at the same moment. Christina turned her head and could hear fot-steps coming towards them. "Merely poor Hector." A cracking old voice said as a tiny humpbacked man came out among the graves. "Can we help you?" Christina kindly asked him. "A cute one." The humpback mumbled to himself. "Who're you big cute one?" "Christina Belnades. And this is Simon Belmont." "Belmont!?" The humpbacked creature screamed. "Kill him!" As the sound silenced, hooded and cloaked wandering deaths rouse from their graves. "There will be a fresh dinner tonight." The humpback grimly grinned. "I'll take the cute one myself." "Try." Christina said as she threw a fireball at the humpback. The ugly creature jumped aside as Simon did cracked his Vampire Killer whip, making the wandering corpses burst into fire. Christina did fire more fireballs and finally destroyed the hopping humpbacked. But two new hoppers came out from the bushes. "Run!" Simon shouted as he backed from the walking deaths. "I'm on it." Christina answered as they bought drew to the left, where there were no corpses.

Forest marsh, Warakiya. The 20th of October 1688 A.D.
More corpses where coming at them as they neared the fence of the graveyard. The mist was growing even thicker as Simon jumped the low wooden fence. He reached out with his arms and helped Christina jump across the hinder. "Do you smell that?" Christina asked. Simon rouse his head. "A swamp." He said, recognising the foul scent of wet tree and rotting leaves. "I don't like this." HE whispered as some of the walking corpses tried to jump over the fence. He snapped the whip at them and they burst into fire. "Watch it." Christina said as Simon's boot sunk into a slab of mudy water. He broke loose and they continued walking. "Now we should have your rod." Simon commented as he again had to force his boots loose from the mud. Christina smiled as she rouse her hands and a new wand appared within them. "Impressive." He grinned. Just then, a flock of ravens did fly at them. Simon cracked his whip as Christina threw ice-crystals from her wand. But no sooner had they disposed the birds before rotting boddies of mud, dead plants and dead body-parts rouse from the marsh. "Mudmen." Simon growled as he felt his skin crawl with fear. He threw the boomerang-cross and it cut through the nearest one. Even with its head gone, it continued lumbering towards them. Christina brought out some vials of holy water and this time the mudmen burst into fire. Just then, a Frede, a voluptuous-featured black-spotted were-lynx, did jump at Christina. It tore through the cloth at her breast-piece and dug its claws into her chest. "Curse you!" Simon shouted as he cracked the leathery whip right into its back and bathed it in holy water. He knew only a silver-brojectile could truly kill it. But he didn't have enough money to purchase a shotgun. So he hoped the holy water would be enough. Flames erupted all over the body of the Frede and made it scream within utter pain as it burned away on the murky ground. "Here." Simon grabed inside his backpack. "Use this on the wound." Christina opened the box and he helped her massage it into her body. "Belladona helps cure the wounds of a were-beast." HE said as he did help her close the rifts in her dress. He'd learned to use needle and tread to heal wounds. He'd never thought he would help fix clothings with it. Christina got back up on her feet and placed her hand on the wound. "You where right." She said. "The Belladona did really heal me." Simon nodded absent-mindedly as he was focused on trying penetrateing the mist who lay around them. "I've heard about this place." He said in a whispereing tone. "It was here the villagers buried the dead who was taken by the plague in 1498." Christina saw how Simon did grew pale. "They just threw them out in the pond here. And let them sink." As they did move around the black pond, they could hear the mouning coming from the water. Cries of pain ad pleads of help. "We can't past." Simon at last said. "Look. There's ponds going all across the path before us." "Then what are we to do?" Christina asked as she looked around in the mist. "I know where to seek your destinies." A whispering voice spoke from out of the mist. Simon cracked the Vampire Killer as Christina brandished her staff. Then they heard the splashings of oars coming towards them. She couldn't held back a scream as a creature, hooded and cloaked in shabby woollen cloth came rowing out from the mist. "Is this the river of Styx?" Simon asked as he did the sign of the cross. "It is. And it is not." The ferryman said. "Might you take us across the pond?" Christina asked. "I shall take you to the place you need to be." The ferryman answered. Simon shrugged. The ferryman was a strange creature, but they would have to trust him. Christina stepped into the ferry and, after some thought, Simon did the same. He prepared the Vampire Killer as Christina held her rod at the ready as they drifted deeper into the mist.

Forest swamp, Warakiya. The 20th of October 1688 A.D.
The sound of the ferryman's oar was the only sound sounding throughtout the murky water's surface. The mist was drifting around the ferry even dough there where no wind blowing. Even dough it was something else, outside the eerie fogg, which did worry them. "You hear that?" Simon whispered. Sounds of splashing water did sound in the distance. "I think…" Christina began, then a fishman did jump from the murky depths. A fireball shot at them as Simon cracked the Vampire Killer at it. Christina shot a fireball in return just as more fishmen jumped from the water. She made ice-crystals circle from her rod and made the mutated creatures burst into frozen pieces. Simon threw his boomerang-cross at another cluster of trident-armed lizardmen jumped from a small isle grown with high grass and thorned bushes. Then he swung the whip and brandished the whip to take out the few who hadn't bean taken out by the cross, making them burst into fire. But more fishmen and lizardmen where coming at them. "Simon!" Christina cried. "The ferryman is gone!" He turned around and indeed, the ferryman was gone. But even so, the ferry was going straight forward. Now ravens too was coming at them. Simon cracked his whip and threw holy water at the preying birds and sly fishmen. Christina was the first who noticed their final challenger. It did rouse out of the water, just as wet and slimy as the fishmen themselves. Medusa, the eternal-suffering mother of the gorgons, sent a circle-like beam from her eyes. Even dough she was slimed with murky water, she was voluptuous and luxurious. A beauty of sort, but of a dark type. Simon dropped himself to the bottom of the ferry, taking Christina with him. The beam went clear above them as he got to his feet. Bought Sonia and Trevor had wrote about this creature. HE could only pray he would be able to take her down. She threw a bundle of snakes at them and Christina, who also was back on her feet, threw a ball of fire at them, making them explode. "Good catch." Simon praised as he cracked his whip at Medusa. He hit her in the chest, making blood spill into the water. Then he bent over and threw up all he'd eaten in the village inn. From the open wound, snakes broke free and Medusa grabbed them and threw them at the two vampire hunters. Christina threw a vial of holy water and again managed to take out most of the snakes. "Here." Simon said, giving her some potions from his backpack. "It's antidotes. Take one if a snake bites you or if Medusa should hit you with a gaze." As she put them into her belt, Simon again cracked his whip at medusa, hitting her in the face this time. He felt just as sick as the first time when Medusa grasped the snakes coming from her mouth and threw them right at him. Ice-crystals destroyed some of them, but this time one of the beast managed to bite him through his trousers. He drunk some sips of the potion and then cracked the whip at the snake. The bite-mark pained him, but he didn't became poisoned. Christina became hit by one of the gazeing beams and did drink from the potion before more than her leg had turned into stone. The potion heeled her, but it still lelt like being burned by the sun. Simon threw his boomerang-cross and made it part into three, cutting deep gashed in her arm and shoulder. Snakes where crawling towards them, biting them as they went along. But thank to the potion all they had to worry about was the bite-marks. Simon regained his throwing-cross and put it back and brought out a new vial of holy water. "God help us now." He said as he did the sign of the cross and then threw the vial. The vial split into a multitude of vials and made Medusa burn away before them. Or so they hoped as she did withdrew underwater. "The fog is clearing." Christina said. Simon looked about and saw she was right. And another thing, the sun was rising. "The shore is right over there." Simon pointed. Christina smiled as she put her arms around him. "It's over." She said. "Not yet." He said. "Even during daylight, there will be those out who serve the count. We must be quick now as long the sunlight last." She nodded as the ferry hit the shore. Smiling, Christina jumped out of the ferry and Simon was just behind. As they stood upon at least somewhat dry land, the ferry started moving again. Mist was shourding it so it hadn't gone long before the bout vanished into the swamp. "I hope he don't get into trouble by helping us." Simon said before he recoiled the Vampire Killer.

Dora wood, Warakiya. The 21st of October 1688 A.D.
Gaibon, hooded and clouked in black cloth, stood watching as the Belmont and his friend did wander into the forest. "I was right. Was I not?" Medusa said as she crawled out from the water. The demon nodded. "Death will not be pleased by this." He remarked as he spread out his wings and flew off into the air. Medusa looked after him. When Death had used this creature in 1499, she'd not bean around so she didn't knew him that very well. But he would've bean a good sculpture if she'd dared to stone him. Either way, she could continue to haunt the Belmont. He would soon learn what it meant underestimating her. "Do you look for someone?" From the bushes, a naked female vampire appared. "You where one of Rowdain's soldier where you not?" She asked. The vampire nodded. "My name is Kathrina. But now Rowdain is dead and I wonder if you where in need of a servant." She laughed and turned her gaze upon her. The horrored look upon her face in her final moment made her a perfect piece of architecture. She laughed before she glided into the forest.

(A.N: This chapter is of course based on CVIV CV Chronicles but mostly from HC. Have a nice time.)

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