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Date Posted: 13:07:17 02/16/02 Sat
Author: Ashti
Subject: Happy Valentine's Night

DISCLAIMER: The Wedlock Vampires, Wedlock honorifics, their Overlord Lexius and anything else not made up by me are.. well, not my property. But I got permission to use them for this short piece, though ^_^

However, the plot (or lack thereof.. don't ask, read) and the characters Helena, Darren and Imre do belong to me.
END DISCLAIMER.

Dedicated to Daniel Bjorkman ^_^ The only thing I changed since he read it are the amounts of Enters. I'm bad with Enters, hehe..

Oh and one verb has been changed from 'being' to 'getting'. Looked better, and I hope you'll all agree with me on that ~_^ Not that I'm telling _where_ I changed it, mind you..

A girl's got to have _some_ secrets, after all.. ^_^

And.. I fixed a few words I spelled incorrectly. Oops..

Oh, and it's a funny light piece if you overlook the fact that Helena kills a random underling and plots to kill a not so random underling.

No PCS get seriously hurt though ^_^

If you have questions, I'll answer them best I can. Comments on how much you loved this piece are welcome as well, although I can't really help it if you _didn't_ like it so much and choose to tell me, now can I?

~HAPPY VALENTINE'S NIGHT~

It was a calm night for a change. No Heroes who were trying to stop Father Master from fulfilling this or that Evil and Dark Prophecy or from destroying an equally random Item of Power or even obtaining an equally random Item of Power.

On such a night, perfect for planning and scheming, nothing was happening.

Absolutely nothing.

Mother Mistress wasn't shouting at them to do something while her Beloved Son was training with Lexius' Son.

The Castle was quiet, and whatever Wedlock Vampires passed each other on whatever boring errand they were on, found it frightening.

It just wasn't right.

It was quiet.

And with the risk of sounding like a cheap B movie, too quiet.

After all, Mother Mistress could only be quiet for so long. Like a vulcano. Just when you thought it had fallen asleep, it'd..

"DAAAAARRREEEEEEEN!!"

Despite the pain that scream caused the residents of Helena's Castle, a gift from Father Master himself, they couldn't help but feel relieved. Mother Mistress was yelling again.

Immediately after that, every single Wedlock Vampire in the Castle (minus Imre, Darren and Mother Mistress) froze on their spot.

It was a well known fact, to them anyway, that Helena's Son didn't like Shadow Passages. He did like to run, though. Why, was beyond them.. But still, if they stood still, there was less chance they�d get run into.

They hoped.

Lexius' Son, the darkhaired Imre, didn't mind the use of Shadow Passages at all, but he knew for a fact that if he showed up in Helena's Throne Room before her Beloved Son did, he'd be toast.

Literally.

No matter what Lexius had said when he'd been assigned to her. Besides, Imre had the sneaking suspicion that Mother Mistress hadn't been quite listening to what Father Master was saying than as to his voice.

Ah, youn.. Um, ancient love.

Well, from her side, anyway. For some reason, Helena was completely obsessed with Father Master. While every Wedlock Vampire was bound to Father Master by the Wedlock and as such felt an overwhelming urge to do as he ordered, Mother Mistress took it a step further.

By shrieking girlishly when thinking of him, or by hugging Darren to death whenever she talked, no, gushed about him.

She didn't stalk though, which, he supposed, was a good thing because if she did, she'd also be dead.

As opposed to Undead. Dead dead.

Might have something to do with the fact that she got hit by a lightning bolt..

Imre wouldn't know, he'd never been hit by a lightning bolt before. No matter how hard Mother Mistress seemed intent on hitting him.

He couldn't speak for Darren on the lightning bolt hit, who was racing through the castle, taking the long way just to excersize himself, though. The excercising struck Imre as funny since, technically speaking, Darren was dead too. So what use was training his muscles? They wouldn't change size, would they?

So now he was opening Shadow Passages, stepping through them and stepping out at regular intervals just to keep up with Darren who was, as mentioned before, racing through the castle.

Imre stepped out of another Shadow Passage, this time in front of the majestic doors to Helena's Throne Room.

Ominous title, isn't it? Some of the walls inside where blacker than night from where Helena had randomly executed one of their own because she needed some distraction.

Darren came to a screeching halt because that'd look funny in this story and straightened himself while Imre quickly checked the other's clothes for any imperfections Mother Mistress might holler about when they got inside.

Imre for one, liked his ears where and how they were. On the side of his head and working.

Luckily, Darren agreed with that, although he didn't really think Mother Mistress was all that bad. Except when she got all protective-like of him. He remembered that one time when he'd come back from a quick mission, when his vest had been torn and he'd been considerably wet.

She'd shrieked at him and demanded they'd fix his attire and, after that had been taken care of, glomped him and saying things that really didn't sound like things at all.

Well, except the 'kill whoever did this to my poor' part. The rest was completely nonsensical. Oh, and his name. He thought she might have mentioned that too every now and then. Course, Darren hadn't been paying much attention to that, too busy rolling his eyes at Imre.

Speaking of which, he grinned at the other and (*pout*) taller Wedlock Vampire who nodded at him. Apparently, he was presentable enough to see Helena.

He pushed the magnificent doors open and stepped inside, forcing the big grin into a small but appreciative smile at Mother Mistress...

who wasn't here..

He looked behind him to Imre, who shrugged then tilted his head. While Darren looked around the Throne Room, Imre tried finding Mother Mistress through the Wedlock.

NEW! Wedlock Messaging! Not only for instant messaging, but also for tracking down lost members of the Clan!

Darren crossed his arms behind his head, sighing a little as he turned back to Imre to ask him something when Imre's head snapped to Darren and the blonde fighter felt himself getting hit by something.

He fell to the floor, instinctly trying to get a grip on what had attacked him and deal with it when Imre sent him a short message through the Wedlock and he felt who it was.

"Darren! Oh, Darren, it's Horrible. Horrible with a capital h, I tell you."

Imre looked way too uninterested not to be enjoying this.

Darren looked at him suspiciously, but as usual couldn't find any trace of deceipt there.

Hn. He'd gotten way too good at masking himself. Helena's Son stuck his tongue out at his darkhaired colleague before getting to his feet, pulling the darkhaired Mother Mistress along who still had her arms around his middle.

Sometimes, Darren sighed, sometimes, she embarrassed him.

The doors closed, making a slightly too loud BANG and Imre allowed himself a little frown at the dull pain that spoke up in the back of his head.

Telekinetics were harder than he'd anticipated. He'd have to practice better. Or more. He could move big things easy enough, but smaller things still bothered him.

And control over how fast things moved also eluded him thus far. Which would explain the doors banging close like that.

The loud noise, however, seemed to snap Mother Mistress out of.. whatever it was she was in as she pulled herself to her feet, using Darren cause he was conveniently near anyway.

Not that she needed any help, really. She just liked to emphasise the fact that she was taller than he was.

"What's wrong, Mother Mistress?" Darren shuffled his feet a little, even though Imre 'told' him to 'stand still, already'. He couldn't help having so much energy, and sitting, or standing still just wasn't in his repertoire.

Fighting in a dozen or more different styles, was, though so he guessed that evened things out pretty well.. Right?

"Today was Valentine's day!" Helena sounded very dramatical. She was good at that.

Darren blinked at her and was about to ask 'So?' but Imre 'told' him that that would be a 'big no no'.

Hn. Darren didn't even know what Valentine's day was, let alone that it was today.. er night.

"Um." He settled on a word that could be taken either way and was mono-syllabic. He liked those words.

"Don't you see!" Helena's arm flung to her forehead as she sighed dramatically. "Valentine's Day!"

Suddenly she sounded like she was reading from a textbook, Imre noticed, "while being a _mortal_ celebration, is a day where one spends time with that Special Someone(TM)!"

"Um." Darren tried again.

"And look at this place!" She stomped her delicate pale foot, not even visible under her beautiful maroon dress that left her shoulders bare and quite a bit of cleavage as well.

Darren looked at the Throne Room, and even Imre indulged his Mother Mistress' wishes. Or appeared to be doing anyway.

"Um..?" Well, that's what he had intended to say anyway, but then Imre made him a better suggestion. "What is it you require of us, Mother Mistress?"

At this, Mother Mistress' stressed gaze softened as she placed one cool pale hand against Darren's slightly rosier and warmer cheek. "Oh, how polite and thoughtful you are. How did I end up with such a perfectly adorable Son as you.." She squeezed his cheek, much to Darren's embarrassment and slight panic.

Mother Mistress had a firm grasp, after all..

Her gaze turned cool again as she looked at Imre, who immediately hid the laugh in his eyes.

"Unlike _some_ people we know." She sighed irritably, "But I guess that can't be helped, after all, Father Master insisted I keep him around. There is bound to be a good reason for it. Though frankly," she drawled in a way that made Imre feel a little chillier, "I don't see it.."

"Mother Mistress?" Darren piped up, trying to catch her attention again. He _liked_ Imre, even if the other wasn't quite as excitable as he was and he knew where Helena's thoughts were headed..

"Valentine's Day, Mother Mistress?"

"Right." That one word seemed to cause Mother Mistress to go into Command Mode as suddenly she was shouting and yelling again. "I want roses! Lots of blood red roses! I want bows! Red ones! I want this place decorated like it's never been decorated before! I want perfume! Red perfume!"

The list went on, stating quite a few other red things as well and Darren and Imre snapped to attention. Darren just stood there listening, trying to look like he was doing something important, while Imre was already working on getting the rest of the Castle busy.

This Wedlock thing really came in handy, didn't it?

A few seconds after the messages had been sent, a flurry of activity erupted into the room as the doors were once more opened. More silently than they had been closed though, for which not only Imre was thankful.

Wedlock Vampires of every height, descent and age imaginable flooded the Throne Room carrying roses, bows, things and bottles of perfume.

Somewhere in Darren's head, an alarm bell went off telling him to GET OUT OF HERE THIS INSTANCE!

Imre was experiencing the same thing, really, but he knew full well that Mother Mistress might get upset if Darren ran off just like that, quickly followed by him taking a Shadow Passage. So he 'told' Darren to 'stand very, very, still. If you don't move, then maybe they won't see you.'

The Throne Room became redder and redder with every passing second and Imre was quite grateful that at least it wasn't pink. Now _that_ would have been scary..

Helena was still shouting, even though most Vampires weren't really listening. Not until Helena let loose her most used attack, anyway. Then they either listened or they got cleaned up by one or more of the others.

KZAT!

Hmmm.. Imre supposed that Mother Mistress' temper was quite a good counter measure against the natural breeding of the Wedlock Vampires. Too many Children? That's alright, get them to do something infinitely unimportant and kill them as soon as you say they do something wrong.

He managed not to shudder. Somehow, that was worse than what Father Master usually did. That being of just killing you in a fit of rage.

Darren had closed his eyes. Smart kid. Well, he had lived for over a hundred years, now hadn't he? You tended to pick a few things up now and then.

A beautiful sigh escaped rosy red lips as Mother Mistress surveyed the Throne Room. It was emptying rather quickly, what with all the Wedlock Underlings scurrying out before their Mother Mistress could change her mind and zap another one of them. Just to be safe, they closed the doors behind them as well.

It had become silent again and Darren cautiously opened an eye, and, deeming it safe enough for the moment, opened his other as well.

The pale darkhaired beauty he recognised as Mother Mistress twirled around on the ground now hidden under two inches of rose petals, her arms spread eaglewise as a joyous laugh sprang from between her fanged teeth. A happy sound soon followed after as she crouched and gathered a bunch of roses in her arms and throwing them in the air, dancing as they floated downwards again.

Darren and Imre stared.

The Throne Room had gone from an intimidating place of Death to an.. intimidating place of Red. The walls had been decorated with red curtains, carefully concealing any and all black spots left there from previous punishments.

The floor, as previously mentioned was covered in rose petals, and the steps to Helena's Throne had been lavished wth lush red carpets, leading up to her Throne.

You know the kind with the long hairs that tickle under your feet if you happen to be barefoot? Those, yes.

Several golden flowerpots had been placed nearby, flowering rosebushes carefully pruned to perfection into a heart with.. fangs?

Darren shrugged. He supposed that it could look like that..

Or maybe a really strange duck..

One of the two, anyway.

For what it was worth, the Throne looked exactly the same as it had before. With one difference. On the throne, there lay a perfectly red pillow..

Mother Mistress had noticed and gracefully strided towards the Throne and slowly seated herself. Should it be noted that she was humming a tune under her breath that sounded remarkably like 'The Love Boat'?

No, it shouldn't, but I did anyway.

A squeal escaped her as she clapped her hands excitably. "Come stand next to me, my Son."

Darren gulped, then smiled broadly and walked towards the Throne to take his place.

Imre waited a moment before walking in that direction as well and taking up position on the lowest step of the Throne.

'Now what?' Darren probed to Imre by means of the Wedlock.

'I have no idea whatsoever.'

'Oh.'

Silence reigned and it very much looked like the Throne Room had become an exhibition room where someone had carefully placed three beautiful statues.

If it weren't for the fact that Darren shuffled his feet every now and then.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a large mass of Darkness formed a circle in front of the Throne and Father Master's head appeared in it. His head was about the same size as Helena's throne. Ego much? ( ~_^ )

"Helena, my Daughter. I have something I need you to do. There is this.."

A pause followed as Father Master narrowed his eyes a bit and took in the red room. Well, this certainly was different. He frowned a bit as he spoke again. "Did you.. redecorate, Daughter?"

The smile, if possible, grew even larger. "No, Father Master, I can't say I have. May I ask why you ask?"

That wasn't even a lie. Her Underlings had done the redecorations _for_ her, after all. It was nice to be in command..

Lexius pursed his lips as his eyes one more roamed what he could see of the Throne Room which was now almost completely red.

"Never mind, here is what I require of you and your Children."

The ArchPriest of Darkness and Ruler of the Wedlock Clan took a little less time as he had expected to take, settling for sending a lot of the needed information to Imre.

He would know how to use that without getting blown up for knowing. Where as Darren, Helena's Son, would get away without being blown to bits but not quite knowing what to do with it..

Honestly, how a Daughter of his could have ended up with a Son like that..

The show of darkness and Lord Lexius' head disappeared, leaving the Throne Room as empty as it had been before.
Darren turned his head sideways to look at Mother Mistress who hadn't said a word since Father Master's presence had left their eyes.

Because of the Wedlock, he never really left them completely, after all.

"Mother.. Mistress?" He tried.

No response.

Imre glanced over his shoulder to where Darren and Helena were. Helena's face seemed to be in a state of bliss, while Darren was getting a tad worried.

Lexius' darkhaired Son shook his head. Ancient love..

"Come on, Darren, let's leave Mother Mistress to her musings, shall we?" Darren looked a bit skeptical, but when there was still no response, he shrugged then descended the steps where Imre was waiting for him.

"'Kay, let's go get that trinket Father Master wants."

Imre nodded and together they walked towards the doors.

"You can't walk the entire way, you know."

"Can too." Darren pushed the doors open, waited till Imre had gone through and closed them again, leaving Mother Mistress sitting on her throne with that.. look on her face.

"Can not. It's on the other side of the country, it'd be tomorrow before you'd get there and Father Master wanted it before daybreak."

"But I can run real fast, y'know!"

"Yes, but that doesn't mean you'll make it."

"Aw, com'on, I don't wanna use a Passage.."

"Darren.."

The 'bickering' faded into the background, not that Helena had even noticed it to begin with. The Castle was dipped into silence once again as the only two 'noise makers' left for the Mission.

It was quiet again.

Too quiet.

Imre and Darren were already on the site and terribly busy with the retrieval of Father Master's newest trinket (with the reluctant agreeal of Darren to use Shadow Passages, after all) when all of a sudden the Wedlock Vampires in Helena's Castle were reassured with another shriek.

"HE NOTICED I REDECORATED!!!!! IIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!"

Mother Mistress was in love..

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