She was in her right to be stiff with him. Halfway through his longing to be personable, he realized the culture shock it must have seemed. He was rather unconventional for a Victorian man. Willingly expressing his emotions and open with his thoughts and feelings. It made him uncouth and eccentric in the eyes of his peers, but to those who knew him well he did nothing that did not have the most sincere amount of thought and benevolence behind it.
It was that very benevolence that hurt his father-heart for what he had done to this beautiful young woman. What sin and depravity he saddled upon her so fair shoulders. He pulled back to look at her with thick brows knit with a regret he had been harboring since he first saw her young form and realized the amount of damage he had done to his own family.
In his own eyes he was a guilty wretch of a man, who bound his blood to a demon of whom he stole from the Father of all Lies himself, just so he could protect mankind from that very demon's kin. Van Helsing had wracked himself with many pains and internal self-flagellation, swearing on his life and to his God that he would find a way to end what he had begun over a century ago.
"T'would be best for sake of one another's well being to be seated for such a chronicle to be told, dear Lady."
He took her gently by the hand, cupping his broad hearth-like digits over her own. They were hands that were stained and sullied beyond redemption, but he would see that she of the last of his offspring, would see salvation.
"Come, sit with me by the hearth."
He opened then the double-doors to the baroque-styled parlor, where tea and a box of Indian Flor de Dindigul awaited to nurse their ailments away. He could smell just from the scent of her coat that she too was a smoker; something he would have murdered Arthur for allowing if he had been the one to do so. The doors were shut behind them, sending only a look to any of the other patrons of the house to tell that they were not to be disturbed. Van Helsing then offered her a red-leather claw-footed armchair across from its pair upon which he too sat before the flickering flames of the roaring white fireplace.
"I doubt not that you might know the abhorrent responsibility that come to those who carry my name."
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It was that very benevolence that hurt his father-heart for what he had done to this beautiful young woman. What sin and depravity he saddled upon her so fair shoulders. He pulled back to look at her with thick brows knit with a regret he had been harboring since he first saw her young form and realized the amount of damage he had done to his own family.
In his own eyes he was a guilty wretch of a man, who bound his blood to a demon of whom he stole from the Father of all Lies himself, just so he could protect mankind from that very demon's kin. Van Helsing had wracked himself with many pains and internal self-flagellation, swearing on his life and to his God that he would find a way to end what he had begun over a century ago.
"T'would be best for sake of one another's well being to be seated for such a chronicle to be told, dear Lady."
He took her gently by the hand, cupping his broad hearth-like digits over her own. They were hands that were stained and sullied beyond redemption, but he would see that she of the last of his offspring, would see salvation.
"Come, sit with me by the hearth."
He opened then the double-doors to the baroque-styled parlor, where tea and a box of Indian Flor de Dindigul awaited to nurse their ailments away. He could smell just from the scent of her coat that she too was a smoker; something he would have murdered Arthur for allowing if he had been the one to do so. The doors were shut behind them, sending only a look to any of the other patrons of the house to tell that they were not to be disturbed. Van Helsing then offered her a red-leather claw-footed armchair across from its pair upon which he too sat before the flickering flames of the roaring white fireplace.
"I doubt not that you might know the abhorrent responsibility that come to those who carry my name."