BPC: Chapter 2

I cannot guarantee the writing will get better. However I will be revising it. When I get the first draft written.

Here is Chapter 2!

By the gods my feet were killing me.

Pleasantries had been made, the vampires, old and young were talking and getting along, sipping at their beverages, the companions that had come with them were all chatting quietly while nibbling on little appetizers that had been made that morning, and my feet were in so much pain I wanted to just cut them off.

But sadly for me, as the second to my master I had to keep on a smile and make sure that no one broke the rules as even our waiting room had defenses and protections as well.

Though with the Greek council all we had to worry about were Argus and…

Well Argus and any of Zeus’s many lycans or humans who appeared more as porn stars and fancy hookers.

“Fancy a nice beanbag for you to sit in?” I heard a rumble behind me and turned to find Lucas rising from said cushy bean bag we had invested in specifically for the waiting room – they were far more comfortable than the old chairs – and I gratefully whined as I kissed him, maybe a little more sensually than I should have, before occupying the seat.

“By the gods you are a saint.” I groaned leaning back on the cushy seat and stuck my legs out to give my poor feet a break. Note to self. Never let Hermes guilt me into wearing heels ever again.

“I can take over from here. But so far everything seems to be going well…” he paused and I raised a brow, “Okay minus Zeus’s entorage ogling me and imagining the dirty things they could do…” He admitted glancing over to the girls…er rather stick figures wearing far too much makeup and too tight of clothes to show off their bony bodies. I just snorted and waved them off.

“They would bore you. I can do twice as much as they could and you know that I can.” I replied not even worried. “Besides. I have meat on my bones. They don’t. Plus you’re my husband.”

You see Lucas is my mate. Legally. We got married a year ago, and performed a mating ritual about two hundred years ago when we met.

Yes. It totally involved what you think it did.

So because I was married to him and I knew how damn faithful he was to me, I didn’t have anything to worry about.

But I knew I damn well knew how uncomfortable the stares and ogling made him, and though I just wanted to sit for a while longer, I was going to make sure Zeus’s sluts had a piece of my mind.

Because you know, I’d basically do damn near anything for Lucas.

Rather languidly, I stood up, cursing my feet at how much they burned and inhaled deeply to swallow my pain before slowly strutting over to the sluts who were now glaring daggers at me. For all I knew they had all stabbed me with daggers in their mind.

“Hi Hello, Zeus’s entourage right?” I asked motioning to the group of five of them. Yup, definitely five and each and every one of them already had their eyes narrowed to slits at me. The anger and hate rolled off them like fog off the seas.

“What is it to you.” One of them sneered. She was a blonde, not surprised, with hair like straw and a gawky horse like face to make the bony frame she had. Dear god she was the poster child for Famine.

“I just wanted to point out that any sort of plotting to get rid of another master’s second is strictly frowned upon, but I’m sure you lot knew that.” I remained sickly sweet as I spoke. However, the girls, in unison I swear, rolled their eyes at me before the blonde-haired one snarled.

“Pshaw! He doesn’t look like he belongs to anyone.”

“And that is where you are incredibly incorrect. Obviously you must be so focused on dick that you missed the part where you saw his wedding band you ignorant slut,” and I grinned. A wolfish one at that, “You see, he is the literal second in command to Persephone herself and I am fairly sure that If you lot try to steal him and get rid of me she will unleash wrath upon you and then you’d also have to deal with my master, Hades.”

Obviously, the threat didn’t faze them. They remained to look bored and irate at me. But I noticed the twitch of a lip on one of them. Was she going to smile? And why?

Usually the threats work, which is why my alarm bells in my head started ringing and I wasn’t going to allow them to get the upper hand. Even as they surrounded me in a circle. Lucas must have noticed because he was already moving to get others out of the way. They at least didn’t hesitate.

But my attention was upon the girls and how they had decided to arrange themselves. For a moment, my eyes flickered to the surroundings until I realized we were standing on the pentagram rug beneath my feet. One girl on every point.

Well, fuck.

They started circling, eyes honing in upon me as if to draw in power to them, to put me into a trap of their making.

I had to remain calm. I had no choice but to remain calm because if I gave them any inch of emotion they would use it for their bidding as emotions were powerful forces.

And it was then that I realized I wasn’t dealing with lycans at all. I should have known.

I was dealing with a small coven of witches. They each had a marking a brand on their forearms that I didn’t notice before. AVH in an intricate design had been branded upon each of their left forearms and my eyes widened when I realized what the initials stood for.

My father’s initials, may he rest in peace, were branded. Abraham Van Helsing.

I’d heard of smaller groups devoted to his research and work when he was alive and we had to snuff them out. They were bordering upon cultish under the guise of helping rid the world of darkness.

And here I was, daughter of Abraham Van Helsing, trapped in their circle, with them chanting at me in….Latin? I guessed? But it was an old language, a seemingly dead language and I could feel the minor power behind their words. Someone had taught them…but it wasn’t enough power to hold me and really it just felt like a light blanket of humidity weighing on my skin.

Then out of nowhere they switched to English and that is when the power wore off.

“We are the Helsing five, and we will smite and thrive, to snuff the creatures we have marked and protect the world from the dark.”

Christ, they couldn’t even sound threatening and I just laughed at their attempt to hold me. My father would have never approved of such childish rhymes. He was more cultured than that. For the record…he wasn’t insane, and he wasn’t a villain. He just never understood until the end.

I started laughing at such a pathetic attempt to trap me and hold me down. Obviously, they had no idea who I was.

“Wow hahaha oh my god…” I wiped a tear from my eye I was laughing so hard. “That was so unoriginal my father would be so disgraced.”

I held my sides as I doubled over in laughter. Definitely insane and delusional cultists, even with a hint of power. They weren’t good witches and soon the whole room of seconds and followers began laughing with me.

Which really just infuriated the girls.

 

 

“Zhiva! It didn’t work! You said it would work!” One girl snarled at the blonde.

“Our leader said it would! Not me! I just relayed to you what he said!” Zhiva, the blonde, snapped back.

“Then how come it worked when he caught that dragon and it doesn’t work on a stupid werewolf!” A redhead whined.

I rounded on the redhead, letting my inner beast flash for a moment in my eyes at her. She didn’t notice my advance as I grabbed her by her neck and held her against the wall. I won’t lie when I say I enjoyed watching her struggle against my grip. And I won’t deny that I wanted to squeeze until she couldn’t breathe.

Alas…killing is sadly frowned upon during meetings. It’s part of a truce agreement.

The room froze, went silent, save for the whimpers and gasps of the redhead I pinned to the wall. Slowly I squeezed. I felt more strength from my beast flow into me.

“Because,” I growled in a low voice, “I am the daughter of Abraham Van Helsing. And I am no stupid werewolf.”

I threw her to the other four girls, now huddled together in fear of me.

They had minor power, I admit, but not nearly what they thought they had and my fury and rage scared them more than anything. Now that they knew who I was.

“What the hell Hades?! What is your wolf doing to my women?!”

There was power. More than the girls had at least. My rage built again, to where I was now seeing red.

Fucking Zeus.

He could rot for all I cared.

“Vidanna stand down.”

I had no choice but to obey. No second could disobey their master. Even as I resisted the command and the power that nearly crushed me. I swallowed my rage and stepped away from the girls breathing hard as Lucas came to my side, mostly to keep me upright.

I even kept my eyes to the floor as my master walked towards the five women.

“You five at not welcome. Not now. Not ever.”  I noticed Hades level a glare on Zeus letting his anger roll and ripple towards his brother.

The heavy words Hades bellowed into the waiting room echoed over everyone, unleashing threats of pain and malice to those who didn’t obey. Nearly everyone crouched in the room as his power waved over us. It was clear who was the most powerful out of the council. I hadn’t seen seconds and servants curl in this much fear since…

Well since the fight my father and I had about differing opinions about supernatural creatures…you know before I was actually turned but that’s another story entirely.

“Hades I swear -” Zeus’s golden voice started speaking to quell the anger. But he had no power over his older brother. Hades eyes flashed red, a rare sight for anyone. It only happened when he was well and truly angered.

“Leave and take those girls with you, Don’t think of coming back here again with them. Bring your damned lycans next time! Not a group of starved models Thou sodden-witted lord! Thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows!”

There was no arguing with Hades when he grew upset and started quoting Shakespeare, which was rare; and even though I caught Persephone using her warm touch to ease him, he was hard as stone as he glared at Zeus.

You know people think Zeus is the all-powerful one. Not so. Hades is the eldest and had far more power than Zeus ever will …at least in council terms.

Other vampires leveled glares upon Zeus, livid with whom he chose., Under the stares of the entire council, and seconds alike, he glowered before rounding up the girls and leaving promptly, the eyes of the statues following him at he and the five skeletal girls left.

After a moment of uncomfortable silence, I groaned and finally had it with the stupid shoes. I removed them and marched to Hermes, who gasped in shock when I thrust them into his face.

“Never, EVER put me in these shoes again!” I demanded shoving them into his hands and proceeded to spend the rest of the night and the meeting barefoot.

However, now I was far more wary, and so was Lucas.

Zeus was an idiot who only thought of his dick and brought cultists. They may have been novice cultists…but cultists nonetheless and it boiled my blood to think they were doing it in the name of my father.

I’d have to call in a favor from one of our mortals.

Something wasn’t right in the night. And dammit I was going to find out what it was….

You know after the meeting and once my feet weren’t throbbing like I had them buried in hell.