See what Van Helsing is up to

I still can't sleep, though, and so I head outside the mansion. I only have one reason for doing so. I saw Van Helsing through the window, and couldn't help but come out after her. I wonder where she went. The thoughts that stir up my emotions, like Van Helsing's past, and Dracula II's hateful gaze, will somehow be soothed. I find her.

She doesn't seem to be doing anything, just standing there, deep in thought.

I'm about to call out to her, but then I see what a somehow sorrowful state she is in and I hesitate.

"Hm...? Oh, it's you. What are you doing at this time of night?" Van Helsing notices me before I can make up my mind to speak.

"I was... I want to ask you something personal. I can't stop thinking about it." I say. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to... That girl, Dracula II... Did you kill her father?"

Van Helsing falls silent for a while.

For some reason, the silence begins to frighten me.

"Yes." Van Helsing says. "It's true. I killed him."

I don't know Van Helsing very well, but...

That simple admission eloquently conveyed the immense weight she bears on her chest.

"I see..." I say.

"It's the undeniable truth. I took that girl's father away from her." Her words are stern, distant. She's telling me the complete unabridged truth, but she doesn't look my way at all. It feels almost like she is telling me that I have no business asking this about her. "It's late. Go to bed and rest up." She turns back to the mansion as she says this.

I can't respond to her at all, and merely watch her as she walks away.

She stops. "Caleb."

"What is it?" I ask.

"I'm going to see Dracula II tomorrow. I can't avoid my connection with that girl." Van Helsing says.

"All right..." I say.

Van Helsing looks at me. She strips off her clothes. "I want you to touch me. I want to feel your warmth."

I stare at her. I look at the moon. It reminds me of when I first made love to Lupin. I kiss Van Helsing on the lips. I feel my penis getting stiff. I quickly begin to take off my own clothes and become just as naked as Van Helsing. We lie on the soft grass.

Van Helsing lies on her back, spreading her legs out, giving me a good view of her pussy.

I position my cock to her face.

She licks it, using her saliva as a lubricant.

I impale my cock on her pussy. I hear Van Helsing scream out, as my inches go into her. As I bounce up and down, I hold her down by the shoulders with one hand and lay my other hand on her breast.

Her moans gets louder. We roll over. She is now on top of me.

I slap Van Helsing's behind.

Van Helsing screeches at the top of her lungs. Her body darts up. Her breasts bounce in the air.

Hard and fast, I spank her, as he squirms and squeals and pleads for more.

"Please, harder master!" she says.

Her face is flushed from exertion, her chest heaving.

The intensity of spanking the tough as nails Van Helsing while I make love to her to too much for me. I begin to close in on an orgasm.

Van Helsing screams out.

My dick blows a gallon of cum into Van Helsing's pussy. We both get up and I look at Van Helsing's firm red ass.

"You know when we first met, I thought you'd be more like a dominatrix." I say.

"Most people do." Van Helsing says.

The young girl said she would kill Van Helsing.

If she's decided to go there, that she is willing to kill... or die. Van Helsing's eyes reflect a silent, yet unwavering strong will.

I make my way back to the mansion. When I enter my room, Elliot comes up to me, wagging her tail.

"Oh... I'm sorry, Elliot! That's right, we always sleep together." I say. "Were you worried about me? Everything's fine. Let's go to bed."

Elliot hops up on the bed and curls up.

I close my eyes.

Van Helsing.

Dracula II.

My mother.

And me... I think about all kinds of things, but the conclusion I ultimately arrive at is simple: Everyone probably lives under the burden of all the different events in their pasts. What burden am I carrying? It's with this thought that I gradually fall asleep.