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 Excellent. Vlad wanted to shout at the man to get out of his house. The longer Helpsing was
there, the more of a danger he became.  I ll be expecting him then.
Helpsing gave him a strange look, one Vlad couldn t quite decipher, and then walked out the
door, snapping his fingers like he was calling his dog.
The white-haired elf that had accompanied Helpsing started for the door, pausing to look up the
stairs for a moment before turning to Vlad. His deep-amethyst eyes flashed, darkening until they were
nearly obsidian.
 Guard your treasure close, Count Dracul, he whispered ominously.  Helpsing hunts.
The odd little elf was gone before Vlad could shake himself out of the daze he seemed to have
fallen into. It wasn t a glamour because that was a vampire ability, but the elf definitely had an effect
on him. Vlad was terrified for the first time in his life.
Chapter 8
Béla watched through a slit in the heavy red velvet drapes as a rather intimidating dark-haired
man stormed down the front steps of the mansion. His stride was angry as he shouted something to the
white-haired man. Béla took an instant dislike to the evil-looking stranger. If that guy had done
something to Vlad, Béla was going to hunt him down and make the man sorry.
 It s not nice to spy.
Béla rolled his eyes when Igorian appeared behind him. Didn t the man have anything better to
do like go fetch a latte or something?  No spy.
 Pfft, whatever. I know a spy when I see one, Hissy. The assistant dropped down on the couch
and pulled a throw pillow over his lap.  Though I highly doubt Vlad will punish you for being so
nosy.
Béla took a seat on the floor, crossing his legs as he eyed Igorian. The assistant was loud and
rude at times, but Béla knew the guy had Vlad s best interest in mind. Anyone who cared for Vlad that
much couldn t be all that bad.
Maybe.
The verdict was still out on whether Béla liked Igorian or wanted him thrown under a bus.  No
punish.
 Of course not. Igorian s expression held a note of mockery  You re his favorite new pet.
Igorian screeched and jumped up from the couch when Béla attacked. He was getting really tired
of the man s mouth. One way or the other, Igorian was going to stop being so mean to him.
Even if he had to beat the nastiness out of the guy.
Igorian shoved at Béla, but Béla refused to let go.  Not pet! he shouted as he grabbed Igorian s
throat and began to strangle the guy. All Béla could see was the cell he d been kept in, the boots that
used to kick him, and the whips he d suffered while Upír s men treated him worse than a piece of
trash.
The two rolled, Igorian landing on top. But instead of punching Béla, Igorian was trying his best
to grab Béla s wrists.  Knock it off, Hissy, before you make me hurt you. Vlad won t be too happy
with me if I leave a mark on you.
Béla bucked, knocking Igorian off of him. The two jumped to their feet, circling each other.
 Don t make me angry, Igorian warned as he smoothed his hands down his pink dress shirt.
 You wouldn t like me when I m angry. I turn green and grow three times as large.
Béla paused. Could Igorian really do that?
 I ll smash you into a teeny tiny little square and then eat you. Igorian s lips quivered, and then
he burst out laughing. Béla had no idea what was funny, but felt his mouth curving up into a smile.
 Not nice.
He jerked back when Igorian closed the distance and placed an arm over Béla s shoulder.  You ll
get used to my winning personality.
Béla didn t think so. He also didn t trust this nice Igorian. It was some sort of trick. It had to be.
No one was nice to Béla. No one except Vlad. He tried to pull away, but Igorian kept a firm hold on
him.
 Now you see, I m not that bad a person. But when it comes to Vlad, well, I m a little
overprotective. But I can see that you re sticking around, so we might as well bury the hatchet.
Now Béla knew there was something wrong. Since when did Igorian want to be friends? Béla was
afraid Igorian wanted to bury that friendship hatchet in his back.
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