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A smile came upon her when she heard his fully name. Belmont. The surname did endure the centuries while she rested, unneeded. The Spirit brightened a tad bit, trying to show she recognized at least part of his words.
Following her, Victor showed a small smile of his own. She seemed happier, and he supposed that was good. However, for now, there seemed to be nothing else for them to discuss.
She had made herself known as his saviour, and he had pledged to repay the favour.
It wasn't God's own hand, but it's hard to believe He had nothing to do with it...
He suddenly felt heavier, and then he was not floating anymore. He could feel the bed under him, and a pinch of pain, that was growing slowly but steadily. Reality called to him, pulled him back again.
"For now, I can only thank you once again, for what you've done for me. Be assured we will spea-- meet, again, Lady."
The Spirit tilted her head to the side. His questions were answerable but there was a slight problem. She chose to remain here of her own free will to protect her child long ago. Knowing that he would want an answer, she nodded. Technicalities mattered little now anyway.
"Is that so..." He kept analyzing her. He wasn't sure she was telling the truth, though. But all he had was her word, and he had saved him, so he owe her one. Maybe that was why she did it.
"You want me to help you. with something?" He knew now how things worked in this world. No one would simply help anyone... Maybe he was begging to lose faith.
"Be assure that I will do everything in my power to help you. I will repay my debt to you, kind spirit, if that's what you want. My name Victor Belmont."
The Spirit frowned, though her expression was half hidden by her cloak’s hood. She raised her hand, placing it over her lips and throat before shaking her head. Hopefully he could understand her meaning.
"I see..." He nodded lightly. "A spirit, not an angel, who can't voice its mind in the mortal plane."
Victor has his eyes fixed on hers, trying to read her expressions, if it were possible.
"You are trapped here, are you not? How? Did someone bind you using a spell or a device?"
Since she couldn't speak, it fell on him to do the talking. He would ask simple 'yes or no' questions, and hope she would answer him truthfully.
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An angel of God? The thought mildly amused the Spirit though she never considered herself as such. After all, she choose to remain earth-bound to protect her kin rather than ascend to the heavens.
While she did not answer his first question, she nodded to his latter one. She considered speaking but she had no idea if she could be heard at all by the living.
As his sight adjusted to the light, it began to take form. It was indeed a woman, but she didn't look like an angel, after all. As far as he could say, from his experience, she was a ghost, a spirit. And that only made things even more confusing.
He struggled with a question for a moment. He hadn't lost faith, no. He would follow God's plan, anywhere it led him, without questioning why or how. But this was different. Maybe there wasn't God's hand in it. So he had to know.
"Why did you save me, then? And... who are you, after all?"
It was the call of blood which had summoned her from her sleep. Her family’s blood, descended throughout the eras in her son’s linage, was once again in danger. The Spirit of Belnades heeded it, seeking out the last of her direct descendants.
She found him within a strange village, cast upon the ground in death. But his soul was not too far gone. The Spirit reached out, calling forth to his soul and bringing it back to it’s vessel as she worked on healing his wounds enough for him to survive.
Others came for the man but they could not see her. Invisible, she merely followed as they carried Victor, as they called him, away from the streets. And the Spirit remained, watching over him to make sure he was not lost to death’s embrace.
It was late now, and euphoria of his return had long been gone. The pain was real now, and all that he could feel. So he closed his eyes and prayed. Sleep came soon after.
He was floating, and the pain was gone. He could feel a warmth all around him. His soul was at ease. And before him, the light shone brighter, blinding him. He was only able to see a form in from of him... A woman, perhaps?
"A-are you an angel of God...? I could see you before.... feel you. When I was sure my time had come, something pulled me back. Was that you?"
I can see... snowflakes? I feel the cold touch against my skin
"He's lost a lot of blood. Stop that bleeding now!"
No, it's not snow. It's red, snow is not red. Unless...
"It's gone... I can't believe it. It's gone, it's all gone."
Fading again, fading to black.
A light...? It's... shining on me!
"VICTOR!!"
And suddenly, life flows into me again. As if waking from a nightmare, I sat on the table, grasping for air. The second I was conscious, I felt the pain on my belly, and the wetness of the blood that soaked my clothes.
Someone behind me whispered "Oh my God, he's alive!", while others murmured things I could not make out. The Doctor, however, was on his feet, quickly pushed me down, and I was on my back again. I didn't lose consciousness again, but I slept once he told me all there was to it was rest.
We talked only on the next day.
"So it worked! My plan worked. I died, but am not dead, right?"
He looked pale upon my inquiry and took his time in answering it. "It didn't work," he said, "you died, son. You died, and there was nothing we could do about it."
I was speechless, then. Not because my plan had failed, not because I had died, but because I was still alive. My first instinct was to ask 'How', but I detained myself. I remembered the Light, His Light. I knew that was how, and why. So I smiled.
"No, you did all you could do. All that needed to be done. You, too, have saved me, Doctor."
I'm not sure he understood, though. Doesn't matter. What was done, was done. Everything had worked out, in the end.
Now all there was to it was watch, and be vigilant. The was had just began.
I take special care of my Battle Cross, handed to me by my father.It has been in the family for quite sometime now, and we went through some amazing stories together…
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