Dark Fantasy

There was a pause as it neared the hatch, followed by taps on the keypad. Clara looked up, wondering if she should turn on the lights, but opted to keep it dark. If this was a ruse, then anyone human would have a great deal of difficulty seeing clearly in this poorly lit room.

There were fifteen beeps in all, and Clara caught the sound of the locking mechanism disengaging followed by the hatch turning. Shortly thereafter a pair of expensive high heels, was followed by smooth legs, and a hiked up dress. Clearly this facility was not designed for soldiers wearing evening gowns.

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She was tempted to close her eyes and catch up on her sleep, however she cycled through her newly imported contacts and selected Elizabeth. The same blank conversation showed up, and all that anxiety buried by the hustle and bustle of the last couple of days resurged.

Her thumbs lingered over the virtual keys, desperate for something to say or write, but she could not manage it. This was the woman she saved and later betrayed, or at least in her mind the latter applied. Why could she not bring herself to reach out and make contact.

Disgusted with herself once more, she swiped the messenger away, and locked her phone. Only then, did she realise how emotionally exhausted she was. Within minutes of defeat, she was fast asleep.

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From her backpack, she pulled out a set of earbuds and a charger. Near the door panel and ladder there was an outlet, so she plugged in her phone, and tapped on a music app.

She was disappointed that there was not a Roaring Twenties channel, nor one for the thirties. However, there was one for the forties, and that was a bridge closer than a more modern fair. She selected the channel and tapped on play with both earbuds in. I bet you no one from my time would have expected music from something like this.

While risky, the volume was low enough to hear the door or hatch open. The music took her mind off her surroundings, and the cold of the concrete floor and wall she leaned up against.

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She was impressed, although one thing was missing from this place. There were no cots, rations or general supplies, which made sense when dealing with a vampire’s cache. Why store items that have no effect on their survival.

“Not exactly the Ritz,” Clara said.

Of course she had several hours to wait until someone showed up. So, Clara would need to wait and push aside things like thirst and hunger for now. If no one showed in the next twenty-four hours, then Clara would assume something had gone wrong and disappear.

Disclaimer: This excerpt from The Van Helsing Impetus is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.