Black Rain

Chapter 7: My Idol is Kind of an Ass; Part II

  He looked stunned, scratch that, he looked incredulous, I felt good for doing that too, and only felt a little bad; only because I decided to add a little brass into the mixture but oh well. But still, he shouldn't have mocked me.

"What was that for???" he asked in a deep surprised voice. I just smiled at him, forget helping him, now I'm going to give him the silent treatment. I walked around him, picked up my gun and walked past him to the door that led to the back rooms.

"Hey, where do you think you're going? Oh, so now you're going to clam up now?" He asked sarcastically, then mumbled, "Well I guess do unto others as you yourself want done unto you, but still..." He then shrugged and said, "Come on, it wasn't completely my fault, I saved your life, so you could at least give me some entertainment." He said with a sly grin. I raised my eyebrow, who the hell did this guy think he was? He just got attacked by a werewolf and he's acting like nothing ever happened. I paused for a moment, well at least he seemed easy going, but he was still a bastard. I then continued my way to my room, he jogged over to me easily keeping pace.

"So may I ask what your name is?" He asked apologetically, I ignored him again, opened my bedroom door. I tried to close it in his face but failed miserably as he stuck his foot in the doorway.

"Get your foot out of the way or I will break it." I said in my most menacing voice, he was really irritating. He gave me a crooked smile.

"So she can speak, so what's your name again?" I sighed.

"If I tell you will you stop being so damn annoying?" I asked semi politely. His smirk grew wider.

"Do I annoy you that much? We only just met and you already think I am irritating?" He gave a little chuckle. I gave him a tiny smile, he was annoying, but at least he was around, I would probably go mad if I didn't have another person here.

"My name is Raven, Raven Blackwood." I said confidently, "And yours?". He shrugged,

"Van Helsing, a pleasure to meet you,". My jaw dropped and I couldn't seem to close it. There was no way this was THE Van Helsing, no freaking way. Ohmygod, could it really be him? But wait, wasn't I in a church in the middle of nowhere? Yes, yes I was, and it was a very big, very Romanesque church, so it could very well be the one Van Helsing had inhabited. Wait, if it was though, where the hell are all the bald monks? Hmmm, well I guess he might know the answer.

"I have a couple of questions if you don't mind me asking?" I asked excitedly. His face lit up.

"Heh, it beats you not talking to me at all." I gave him a shy smile, and started firing questions at him.

"So where exactly are we? What year is it? And are you literally the real Van Helsing? How old are you?" His face twisted in confusion at the onslaught of questions I bombarded him with.

"You don't know where you are, or what year it is?" he asked curiously. I glanced around the room and then looked back at him.

"Um, no, that's kinda why I asked you in the first place." How was I going to tell him that I was from the future? He would think that I was crazy, I glanced at him and he was staring back at me, eyes burning with suspicion.

"Could you just please answer my questions," I asked with some panic laced in my voice. He glanced around the room his eyes paused on my bed where I had laid all of my stuff on. He looked back at me, his eyebrow raised.

"You are in Rome, it is the year of 1845, and yes, I am the real Van Helsing, who else would I be. I know no one else with my namesake, and I don't see why you want my age, but I am 23." My eyes widened so much I thought that they were going to pop out of my head. The real Van Helsing, I'm in a Roman church. Another question popped into my head, where was The Order? Jeez, I think I'm gonna faint from the information overload.