Helsing: Golden Age - Deals with Dragons pt.1

Scene 01

A train rolls into London station. Several people look up as it approaches. As it does they can make out a strange diamond pattern on it's side. A young man sees this and after a moment of being dumbstruck, he begins to run away from the station in a panic. Barkeep serves drinks to a couple of demon hunters then approaches Nathaniel with the rest of the bottle. They share a smile, when the boy suddenly charges in, gasping.

Lad: Their here!

Nathaniel: Who’s here?

Lad: The guild! The guild has come!

Nathaniel: Which guild?

Lad: The dragon guild!

A silence falls upon the bar.  Nathaniel takes a swig before he speaks.

Nathaniel: Treat them with the highest respect; do not provoke them, if you do no one will be there to back you up. You will face their wrath alone and pray they decide to kill you. Understood?

They all reply at once in agreement. Nathaniel looks to Barkeep.

Barkeep: Geez, this should be a fun winter.

Nathaniel: So much for celebrating.

Barkeep: Hope they don't stay for Christmas.

Nathaniel: Have you seen Rowan?

Barkeep: Not in the latest. She's been booked up with her own hunts.

Nathaniel: Where is she tonight?

Barkeep: Haven't seen her today.

Nathaniel takes another swing finishing the bottle sets in on the counter hard.

Nathaniel: I guess I should go find her.

Scene 02

Rowan stands at the train station in awe as it fully pulls in. It comes to a stop then the doors slowly open. Wealthy looking men and women begin to slowly exit the train. In the center of this group stands a noble looking man, holding the hand of a young lady. The members of this group begin to look around at their spectators. Certain people in the crowd begin to bow including Rowan identifying their demon hunting status to them. As Nathaniel enters the area he bows low. The members of the guild smile at the respects then begin to enter carriages. Nathaniel looks around searching for Rowan. He finds her watching the people entering the carriages. He approaches.

Nathaniel: Rowan?

  She turns to him.

Rowan: Oh, Vhat do you vant?

Nathaniel: Just checking.

Rowan: Checking vhat?

Nathaniel: Up on you.

Rowan grunts a little.

Rowan: I can handle myself.

Nathaniel: You know of them?

Rowan: Of course! You sought I didn't!?!

Nathaniel: I was just making sure.

She crosses her arms.

Rowan: You just sink I'm some nofice don't you!?! No matter how much I try, no matter how much I do, I can't appease you!

Nathaniel: I was worried

She turns from him miffed.

Nathaniel: Stop this please. You're dragging my heart out.

Her head lowers.

Rowan: Please . . . Do not bring up your affairs of se heart!

Nathaniel: Rowan . . . I've told you how I feel. Stop taking my worries as an insult.

She is quiet.

Rowan: Vhat I take as an insult is se lack of respect you gife me. You do not sink of me as a professional.

Nathaniel: What are you talking about? Worry is worry! I've have watched plenty young hunters die just because of lack of knowledge. I will be damned if I let it happen to you.

Rowan: So you sink I am lacking knowledge!

Nathaniel turns and leaves, stopping to bow as he crosses paths with one of the Guild members and continues on. Rowan watches him goes then lets out a soft sigh as she begins walking to Maurice's.

Scene 03

Rowan knocks on the door.

Rowan: Maurice!

Maurice opens his eyes, looking a little sleepy and lacking a shave.

Rowan: Se Dragon Guild has come to se city. I know sey usually require a gift from se smisy, and you being se smisy . . .

Maurice: Bloody Hell all . . . come in.

She quickly enters.

Maurice: Christina, Honey put on your best dress!

Christina: I'm dreaming of a little girl with your eyes and my hair! Don't wake me!

Maurice: Honey, that's great, but you must. The dragon guild is coming.

Christina: Oh!?!

They hear scurrying as Christina dashes from her bed, tripping over her feet then dressing herself. Rowan looks out the window for a second to find a soft snow has begun to fall. She gets a soft smile. They suddenly hear her grunt as Christina ties her corset.

Christina: When will they be here!?!

Rowan: They were already in their carriages, so sey should be here shortly.

The house becomes warmer as the metal clanking begins. She looks to Maurice.

Rowan: Maurice, sey had a girl vis vhat appeared to be se head. You might need somesing . . . girly?

Maurice: Thank you.

She smiles as she feels the warmth of the fire.

Christina: O-okay! I think I'm good!

She calms her breathing then elegantly descends the steps. She twirls a little as Rowan stares in awe.

Christina: How do I look, Darling?

Rowan: Fery elegant.

Christina: Thank you!

Maurice: My sweet, please fetch my razor from the loo.

She hurries, and gives it to him. Rowan finds a broom and begins sweeping as they ready themselves. She makes it practically spotless then places it back, when she finds herself covered in soot. She sighs a little then begins dusting herself off.

Maurice: You may head out the back door if you like.

Rowan's about to go when she hears a knock at the door. Christina rushes over and quickly fixing her hair answers it.

Christina: Good evening.

She curtsies. Several men stand in front of her. They suddenly all step aside to reveal a noble man and a young girl.

Lochlan: Hello dear.

She curtsies again. Maurice steps out of his shop followed by Rowan. The two bow.

Lochlan: You shouldn't be bowing.

Rowan blinks then her face grows red.

Rowan: Oh!

She curtsies the best she can in pants. The man looks to Maurice.

Lochlan: Ah, the Wrights; the best smithies in the world.

Maurice: I wouldn't know. I've never traveled as far as you.

Lochlan: Ah, true, true . . .

Maurice holds up a sword with both hands, bowing slightly. The members of the guild look pleased.

Lochlan: And on top of his work.

Maurice: The handle is pure gold, the blade pure silver. Moulded and crafted by my hands only.

Lochlan picks it up, un-sheathes it and looks at it gloriously.

Odette: It is a vision, father.

Lochlan: It truly is.

Maurice: Thank you for your kind words.

Lochlan: They are well earned.

Maurice: And my manners, this is my wife Christina.

Christina curtsies again, taking a step.

Lochlan: A wife? Has it been that long?

Christina: It's an honour to make your acquaintance.

Lochlan: The honour is mine. It’s good to see there is a woman that was able to make this ruffian into a man.

Lochlan takes her hand and kisses it.

Christina: It was more him who captured me.

Lochlan: Ah Maurice, still the same even in you're old age.

Maurice: Some things never change.

Christina wraps her arms around Maurice's shoulders.

Christina: My little man.

Maurice: And who is the little one you bring. Is she yours?

Lochlan: Ah yes, this is my daughter. Odette come say hello. These are good friends.

She takes a few steps forward. Christina lets out a squeal while Rowan stares in awe at her beauty.

Christina: I-I'm sorry to lose myself but you are just a little ray of sunshine aren't you!

Odette curtsies to her.

Odette: Thank you for your kind words.

Christina holds her tummy.

Christina: Oh, I want one so bad!

Maurice: In good time, love, in good time.

She giggles a little.

Christina: Love, her gift.

Maurice pulls out a small box and hands it to Odette bowing slightly. She nods to him then slowly opens the box. She gasps at the sight.

Odette: Oh father, it glimmers so!

Lochlan: Well put it on.

Maurice steps over and puts it on her. She giggles a little then stares down at it lovingly.

Odette: Oh, and look, it guards my heart.

Rowan cracks a half smile.

Maurice: Where is dear Katherine?

Lochlan: She is ill. She is to be coming for the wedding at a later date. We hope in flesh

Christina: Wedding?

Lochlan: My daughter is to be wed here in London.

Christina: How wonderful! I must bake your cake!

Maurice: Her baking is wonderful.

Lochlan: If she wishes, it's a big job.

Christina squeals and begins jumping as she holds Rowan's hands. Rowan stands quietly, unsure of what to do with her.

Lochlan: I guess that solves that.

The guild mummers.

Lochlan: Well, it's late, and I'm sure you are still a light sleeper Maurice.

Maurice: You know me too well.

Lochlan: It runs in your family. Stop being so paranoid. The world isn't coming for you.

Christina curtsies again along with Rowan.

Lochlan: Well, so long.

Odette curtsies again as Maurice bows.

Odette: I can't wait to see the cake.

Lochlan gives a final bow.

Maurice: I pray for Katharine’s health.

Lochlan: As do we all.

The guild mummers and then departs. Maurice closes the door and takes a deep breath. Christina giggles.

Christina: I get to make the cake!

She looks to her hands then wrinkles her nose.

Christina: Rowan, love, you really need to bath.

Rowan sighs.

Rowan: Vell, sat vent vell.

Maurice: Rowan.

She looks to him.

Maurice: I'm not going to play the game, but if you love Nathaniel, and if you want to be with him get ready to fight for him. If you want to let him go, then continue with your ways, but you had better make a choice before morning.

Rowan: Vhat?

Maurice: Christopher promised Nathaniel to Odette.

Rowan: Christpopher vhat!?! Who's Christopher . . .?

Maurice: Christopher Helsing XIV, Nathaniel's father.

Rowan stares in awe.

Rowan: H-he's promised . . . to Odette?

Maurice: Yes.

Rowan gets a very odd expression.

Christina: Hm, Ironic. All that sex with women and he's engaged. What a twat!

Maurice: I doubt Nathaniel knows. Christopher had selective memory.

Christina: Well, he's in for a surprise, now isn't he?

Rowan trembles a little as her eyes stare into the distance.

Maurice: Are you alright?

Rowan: Yes, I-I am fine . . . Vhy vouldn’t I be?

Maurice: As you say then. Christina, shall we try for that baby girl you've been dreaming so much about.

Christina lets out another squeal as Rowan stumbles out of the home. She begins walking to Jack's as the news slowly drains her. As she turns into spider hotel, the shot zooms out to see a small dragon on the sign watching her.

Scene 04

Nathaniel lies in his bed. A loud knock is heard. A poof imp that was chewing on his toe looks up and coos. It shows its teeth to the door. He gets up and wraps a blanket around himself and answers the door. The Guild stands before him in all of their glory. Nathaniel stands for a moment shuts the door and returns shortly after fully dressed. The men in front back away again, revealing Locklan and Odette.

Lochlan: Nathaniel, I presume.

Odette's face reddens as she looks upon him

Nathaniel: Yes, and the dragon guild I presume.

Lochlan: Smarter than your father. Of course his rift raft was only good for one thing.

Nathaniel: Watch what you say about my father. Your tongue will be on the ground.

Odette: H-he meant no ill will.

Nathaniel: What brings you all my way?

Odette stutters slightly.

Lochlan: You are to be wed to my daughter.

Nathaniel: I'm sorry, I don't remember.

Lochlan: Your father made a deal. You are to marry my little one Odette.

Odette steps forward and takes his hands, looking up at him in awe.

Odette: Nathaniel, it-it is such an honour . . . to finally meet you.

Lochlan: Where would like the ceremony?

Nathaniel: In . . . London.

Lochlan: Of course.

Odette: We are staying in the largest mansion in the city. It would be a most wonderful place for the ceremony. It will fit our family and guests.

Lochlan: Of course.

Nathaniel: Yes . . .

Lochlan: Well it’s late. Maybe we should start planning at a better hour.

Nathaniel: Yes, yes. That would be grand. It was a long day hunting and all.

Odette's eyes water up a little.

Odette: Nathaniel . . . I-I've dreamt of this day since I was a tot.

She places her hands on his face.

Odette: You are a truly great man.

She gives him a peck on the cheek.

Lochlan: Well, we will let you rest.

Odette strokes her hand down his cheek then walks to her father, crying from happiness. Lochlan gets on to a dragon and looks to Nathaniel.

Lachlan: You will come to the mansion in one day’s time.

The guild flies off, leaving Nathaniel standing at the door. The poof imp floats to Nathaniel's ear and begins chewing it.

Scene 05

Nathaniel begins banging on the door of the bar. Barkeep slowly opens it.

Barkeep: It's early yet, lad.

Nathaniel: Their here for me.

Barkeep: For you? What did you do to them?

Nathaniel: I'm to marry the young one, Odette. My father said I would marry her.

Barkeep: Oh . . . That's . . . hmm . . .

He crosses his arms thinking.

Barkeep: Whoa . . . That'll keep you in fancy clothes for a while.

Nathaniel: But, I love Rowan.

Barkeep sighs a little.

Barkeep: Nathaniel, has the lass showed any interest in you? I hate to see you get your heart jerked around.

Nathaniel: My heart has been spoken for by my father apparently. You think he would know what’s best for me . . . He didn’t really know how to take care of himself.

Barkeep: Well, what's the dove like?

Nathaniel: A dove, skittish, aristocratic; bred right, you know?

Barkeep: Sounds nice.

Nathaniel: I don’t want it.

Barkeep: But how long are you gonna wait for little Red.

Nathaniel: As long as it takes.

Barkeep stares at him for a long time then smiles.

Barkeep: Well my boy, I'm proud of you. I used to think you were just for the chase, but now . . .

Nathaniel: I going to find her.

Nathaniel stands up. As he turns he is suddenly grabbed and dragged by Christina.

Christina: Come with me, Ducky!

Nathaniel: Christina?

Christina: I need your help! Now!

Nathaniel: What is it?

Christina: Just come! It’s important!

He is dragged until they reach her home. He is thrown in a chair then she sits at the other side of a table. Pictures of cakes are spread over it.

Christina: Which do you like?

Nathaniel: What are you talking about?

Christina: What cake do you like! Something big or something small? Well, I guess it would have to be big. After all, it has to feed so many guests not to mention a couple of dragons. Do dragons eat cake?

Nathaniel: I don’t know . . .

Christina: Well come on, Love, pick something!

Nathaniel: Why?

Christina: Look, I don't like you, alright? But I promised the guild a glorious cake and that's what I shall give them. As the groom I need you to pick one you think would be good.

Nathaniel: Well, shouldn’t you ask her. I mean, men aren't good at this sort of thing.

Christina: She’s a member of the Guild! I can’t just walk up and talk to her!

Nathaniel: Well, I’ve got to find Rowan.

Christina: All in good time! Now, I suppose if you are a tad uncomfortable, you could take some of these to Odette to pick when you see her next, if you see her next.

Nathaniel: I’m not going to marry Odette.

Christina becomes quiet.

Christina: Uh, excuse me, the Dragon Guild has ordered it! Besides, wasn't it your father himself who promised you to them?

Nathaniel: I want Rowan.

She stares at him quietly.

Nathaniel: I don't care what my father promised, I am not him.


Christina: Oh . . .

She looks down sadly.

Christina: So, the weddings off . . . How did they take it?

Nathaniel: Well, I haven’t told them yet.

Her eyes widen. Maurice stands up and throws a metal mask at him

Maurice: I'll have more equipment for you later.

Christina: They’ll kill us all . . .

Nathaniel: Maybe they’ll just kill me.

Christina: I hope so!

Maurice: Love, is love. If fighting for it is all that is left, why not?

She crosses her arms.

Maurice: Beloved, I would do it for you.

She looks to him then sighs.

Christina: Must you always be the yin to my yang, Darling?

Maurice: Beloved, I promise you. We will have that little girl.

She looks to Nathaniel.

Christina: So, how are you going to break it to that poor girl?

Nathaniel: I’m going to tell it to her straight.

She scoffs.

Nathaniel: What else can I do?

Christina: I don't know. Can't you give her a chance? She really is a sweet little thing.

Nathaniel: What about Rowan.



Christina: Come on. She doesn't seem to want you.

Nathaniel: Doesn’t seem . . . so you see, she does.

Christina: What?

Nathaniel: She likes me.

Scene 06

Rowan sits on the bridge, her legs swaying as she hums. Nathaniel approaches then stops seeing her. He looks closer, to find she stares off the bridge looking drained. He sits next to her.

Rowan: So, I am curious. Is sis London Bridge really falling as sey say it is?

Nathaniel: Depends on what day it is.

Rowan: I see . . .

Nathaniel: I love you.

Rowan is quiet.

Nathaniel: I need you.

She slowly exhales as a gust of wind blows by.

Rowan: I know about se engagement.

Nathaniel: I can’t do it.

She looks up to him.

Rowan: You must marry her! Nasaniel you must!

Nathaniel: No.

Rowan: They vill burn all of London!

Nathaniel: I don't want her. She’s some aristocrat, better off. She doesn't need me.

Rowan: But London needs you! Se vill cause chaos if you decline!

Nathaniel: London will burn without me.

She stares at him in confusion then looks down a little.

Rowan: Oh yes, I guess sere vould be no more hunting . . .

Nathaniel: Demons would have it quicker than you can count to ten.

Rowan: In German or English . . .?

Nathaniel: Would it really matter?

Rowan: I vas trying to make a funny.

Nathaniel: Why? How long does it take you to count to 10?

She sighs a little then leans forward a little staring at the water.

Rowan: How can you refuse her? She's vealsy, sveet . . . pretty . . .? She's eferyman's dream and desire. Surely you must be interested. I’ve seen you vis less.

Nathaniel: No, I’m not interested in marrying her.

Rowan: She could have you eating off of golden plates.

Nathaniel: So what?

Rowan: It’s a lot to turn down.

Nathaniel: Not really. It’s just a shinny rock. Barkeep’s plates are just fine.

Rowan: You’ll break her heart.

Nathaniel: What about mine.

Rowan holds her temples a little.

Rowan: Vould marrying her hurt you so much?

He gasps a little, holding back a cry. She looks up to him curiously.

Nathaniel: I don’t want her.

Rowan: Sen burn ve shall.

Nathaniel: I want to marry you. I want to wait for you.

She sighs.

Rowan: I don’t vant you.

Nathaniel: Please don’t lie to me today.

Rowan: I am not lying. I don’t vant to be vis you.

Nathaniel gets tears in his eyes.

Rowan: You are better off vith Odette.

Nathaniel: That’s bullshit and you know it.

She becomes quiet.

Nathaniel: And you know it too.

Rowan: If she is not good for you sen I am not good for you.

Nathaniel: Rowan you’re perfect.

Rowan: Sere vas a time I vas no different from sat girl. I vasn’t vealsy, but . . .

Nathaniel: She will never be half of what you are.

Rowan: Vhy, because she doesn't kill sings vis her bare hands? Is sat se turn on? She can grow.

Nathaniel: It’s too late for her.

Rowan: Ve are not talking about sis.

Nathaniel: She could never understand me the way you can.

Rowan: And vhy is sat? I’m sure she vould be intrigued of your tails of valour and damsel safing.

Nathaniel: She’s never had to drag herself out of her home as it falls into chaos.

Rowan becomes still.

Rowan: Vhat . . . ?

Nathaniel: She'll never know what it feels like to be a child fighting for her life, in her own home and reduced to dragging herself into town.

She looks back to him.

Nathaniel: There was no hunter.

Rowan’s lip quivers.

Rowan: H-How did you . . .?

Nathaniel: She'll never be like you.

Rowan: How do you know about sat!?!

Nathaniel: It’s in the demon chronicles.

Rowan: O-oh . . . vell . . .

Nathaniel starts crying. She jumps then stares in awe.

Rowan: Nasaniel.

Nathaniel embraces Rowan and begins to cry harder, clinging to her.

Nathaniel: I need you.

She trembles not used to the intimacy.

Nathaniel: I want the choice to choose you.

Rowan: N-Nasaniel . . . I-it'll be okay . . . it . . .

Nathaniel: Rowan. I love you. You're perfect. You understand me.

He continues to cry. Seeing this, Rowan herself is unable to hold back. Nathaniel hears her beginning to weep along with him.

Rowan: O-oh god . . .

She hangs her head.

Rowan: Oh god . . . Vhat are you doing to me?

Nathaniel: Rowan I can’t marry someone else.

She sniffs.

Rowan: I-It vould be better for bos of us. It’s se only vay to safe London., a-and you deserfe her.

Nathaniel: Don’t feed me that bullshit.

Rowan: I don’t vant you to die.

Nathaniel: I can’t live without you.

She sobs more.

Nathaniel: Please don’t make me marry her.

Rowan: I-I can't be vis you. I can't be sat person I vas before. Before I met you, I vas great; I vas feared sroughout Germany. I could slay a coven of warlocks visout so much as a scratch, but before . . . before I began hunting . . . I vas sis helpless girly sing a-and since I've met you . . . Y-you make me helpless, se vay I vas, and I can't be sat again.

Nathaniel: You don't think I was a boy once, skipping stones, climbing things. Training was part of it but you don't really become a Helsing until your father dies. You don’t think you make me helpless?

She stares at him, her cheeks stained in tears. She then wraps her arms around him.

Rowan: You see! Ve're bad! Ve're bad for vone anoser!

Nathaniel: The reason we both used to fight so well was because we didn't have anything left to lose.

Her face meets him.

Nathaniel: Now we have a reason to live.

They stare into one another’s eyes.  

Nathaniel: I can’t marry her.

Rowan: I don’t vant you to.

Nathaniel: Thank you.

Rowan: As for us . . . I-I'm not sure if I-I'm ready for any of sis but . . .

Nathaniel: I can wait.

Rowan: So vhat do ve do?

Nathaniel: We fight.

Rowan: Against se entire Guild?

Nathaniel: *laughing slightly* What’s a few dragons between friends?

Rowan: I have only defeated two or sree.

Nathaniel: Wanna make it 8?

She cocks an eyebrow.

Nathaniel: Why not huh?

Rowan looks to her pocket watch then stands.

Rowan: I-it's getting late, and I have an appointment. I-I vill try to find a vay to relinquish an engagement such as sis. If you can try to find a vay to lower se lethality level, sat vould help, but don’t let sem know you are not in favour of se vedding yet. Ve aren’t ready to deal vis sem yet.

Nathaniel: Alright.

She slowly steps over to him and gives him a peck on the cheek.

Rowan: Zat's all you get for now.

Nathaniel: Thank you.

She inhales deeply then begins to walk.

Nathaniel: I love you.

Her face reddens then she walks away.

Scene 07

It is night, and a montage of Rowan is shown looking through books in her room. She sighs in annoyance and closes, when she hears a sound. She looks to the window to find what looks like a bird. She gets up to check it, when it flutters off.   She opens the window and watches it go. She tilts her head then shuddering from the cold, closes the window and returns to her books and reads until she falls asleep at the desk. It fades to Nathaniel sitting at a small yellow table with Odette. The table is covered in papers and small cakes.

Nathaniel: What is all this?

Odette: The Wright's wife sent these over via dragon courier. They are plans for our wedding cake. We must pick one.

Nathaniel: She’s making the wedding cake?

Odette: Of course! She was quite insistent.

Nathaniel: She owes me one, in a bad way.

Odette: I see. Is she fit to make our cake?

Nathaniel: Oh, she’s excellent at baking.

Odette: But she won’t try to poison it?

Nathaniel: Don’t worry. She loves you.

Odette sighs in relief.

Nathaniel: Yeah . . . loves . . .

Odette sighs in relief. A tall man in robes suddenly enters the room and places a strange looking golden instrument on the table. He is followed by a woman in robes, who places an egg the size of her head into the mount.

Nathaniel: What the . . .

Odette: Oh it's just splendid! Thank you!

The two bow then leave the room as Odette strokes the egg.

Nathaniel: An egg?

Odette: Yes, a very special egg.

She giggles.

Nathaniel: There’s something funny?

Odette: Not funny, just splendid.

She hugs it.

Odette: All of the dragon's essence without any of the ooey gooey baby.

Nathaniel: This is a good thing?

Odette: It’s a big part of your surprise.

Nathaniel: I don’t like surprises.

Odette: Don’t worry my love. It’ll be fine.

Nathaniel: No really I don't like surprises. They never work out.

She smiles softly and takes his hands.

Odette: My love, you're even more wonderful then I could have imagined.

Nathaniel: Actually, I’m more of a pig then anything.

Odette: You’re not. You’re incredible.

She smiles again as her attention turns back to the egg. She begins stroking it.

Odette: It takes a lot of work for a dragon to make one of these intentionally, but she was glad to help. I've told her many stories of you. She hopes to meet you soon.

Nathaniel: Meeting dragons . . .

Odette: But of course.

She looks him over.

Odette: Are you alright?

Nathaniel: Dragons . . . They eat me . . .

Odette: Oh, you have nothing to fear, darling. None shall harm you.

Nathaniel: Just to be safe, could we keep the ceremony free of them?

Odette: A wedding usually requires at least 4dragons . . . b-but I could probably bring it to two? It should be fine, though you really have nothing to fear.

Nathaniel: I’m not a pure being . . . things don’t like me.

Odette: Not the worry. The marriage will see to that.

Nathaniel: You’re gonna do what to me?

Odette: A part of the marriage will be sharing of a dragon heart between the two of us, possibly the heart of my grandmother.

Nathaniel: That’s . . . the most messed up thing I have every heard and I had to kill the Helsing before me . . .  

Odette: I know it sounds strange, but I'm told it's truly empowering.

Nathaniel: Yeah, empowering . . .

Odette nods.

Nathaniel: Mine’s more . . . crying.

Odette: You truly are wonderful.

Nathaniel: I can’t do it.

Odette: Huh?

Nathaniel: I can’t change who I am.

Odette: It won’t change you Nathaniel. It'll just give you our power.

Nathaniel: I can’t take it.

She pouts a little, just a little too much like Rowan.

Nathaniel: I can’t do it.

She stares at him in confusion.

Nathaniel: If I do this where do I go . . . ?

Odette: You will become the head of the Guild. You shall go where ever you want, lead us to more of our kind.

Nathaniel: I don’t lead people. I barely lead myself.

Odette: I have faith in you, love.

Nathaniel: Don't call me love. You don't know the half of me.

She stares at him curiously.

Nathaniel: My family is a lot of things, adding a dragon may be a very bad thing.

Odette: The dragon would purify you.

Nathaniel: Purify normally means kill or destroy from the inside.

Odette: Not this kind.

Nathaniel: I’m not pure. What if it hits something in me that can’t be purified and it destroys me.

Odette: There's no need to fret love. Dragon blood is a purifier and you've been drinking it for the last hour. Of course it's only temporary right now.

Nathaniel: Odette I can’t do this.

Odette: What do you mean?

Nathaniel: I can’t.

Odette: Why not? Everything's being arranged and . . . It’ll be wonderful.

Nathaniel: I c-c-c-c-can’t.

He begins feeling incredibly good. He begins to stand but falls backward. He slowly opens his eyes and finds himself in an abnormally large bed. Odette lies beside him, staring up at him.

Odette: Fun?

Nathaniel: What?

Odette: The dragon blood, it was marvellous wasn't it? Course it knocked you out for 10 hours.

Nathaniel: No it wasn’t.

She blinks. Nathaniel jumps up and throws up off the side of the bed. She sighs happily.

Odette: It’s all natural. Did the vomiting help?

Nathaniel grabs her by her throat and throws her to the ground. He throws up again. She sits up a little, coughing.

Odette: Are you alright?

Nathaniel: Damn you! Damn you to Hell!

Lochlan enters.

Odette: Daddy, is he alright?

Locklan goes over and pulls out a strap and hits Nathaniel across this face. Nathaniel growls at him .Odette winces at the sight. Locklan whips Nathaniel in the back. Nathaniel gets up and slams Locklan down. Nathaniel then tries to punch down towards him. Locklan kicks Nathaniel in the gut and sends him flying into the head board of the bed. Nathaniel collapses.

Locklan: Are you alright, dear?

Odette: Yes father, just worried for my love. Is he alright?

Locklan: He’s fine. Just under the weather.

Odette climbs onto the bed and makes her way to him. She strokes his face.

Odette: Are you alright?

Nathaniel: Don’t touch me.

Lochlan: Your mother is coming.

Odette: Is she well?

Lacklan:  I hear she tires easily but she will be attending the wedding.

She squeals in delight.

Odette: Splendid!

Lacklan: You will spend the night in you're own chamber.

Odette: I understand.

She looks to Nathaniel.

Odette: I'm afraid you shall be weakened until the wedding, but it will be fine. You'll be all the more powerful on the day.

He looks up weakly.

Nathaniel: I love someone else.
                 
Odette stares at him for a long time then squeaks in happiness.

Odette: Oh! I just knew you were the perfect man!

She hugs him quickly.

Odette: Only an honest gentleman such as you would tell me! You're a true man!

She calms herself a little, then smiles.

Odette: It's fine Nathaniel.

Nathaniel: I will not marry you.

Odette: But you can still have her.

He cocks his head in confusion.  

Odette: It'll all be alright, love. You'll feel better on the day. Those cold feet will be burning heels.

Nathaniel: Go away.

Odette gives him a small peck on the cheek. She then stands and looks to her father.

Odette: Make ready my love's gift.

Locklan: Of course.

Odette: Is she worthy?

Lochlan: Close enough.

Odette curtsies.

Odette: Thank you father.

Lochlan: To bed with you.

She giggles happily then scurries to her chamber, causing him to smile.

Scene 08

Rowan stands in her room, preparing herself for her nightly hunt. She stops for a moment, looking herself over in the mirror. She wrinkles her nose a little then slowly begins to undress and redress herself in her female attire. Once done, she slowly takes her hair out of its pony tail and begins to stroke it. She looks down a little thinking of Nathaniel. After a while, she sighs and ties it up again. She hears a knock.

Rowan: Hello?

DGM: Hello. You are Rowan, right?

She straightens her skirt out and opens the door a crack.

Rowan: I am.

Seeing the robes she opens the door fully and curtsies.

Rowan: Forgife me. I vas unavare. Vhat can I help you vis?

He suddenly picks her up and hoists her over his shoulder.

Rowan: Uh! Vhat are you doing!?! S-Sir!?

DGM: You are the gift for the groom.

Rowan: E-excuse me!?!

She begins to struggle.

Rowan: I ask that you please explain yourself!

DGM: You shall be blessed. It’s quite an honour.

Rowan squeaks a little as the man finishes descending the stairs. Jack looks up as he begins to walk to the door.

Jack: Excuse me sir, if you don't mind my asking, where are you taking my tenant?

DGM: She is a gift. Is there a problem?

The room is silent then Jack clears his throat.

Jack: Will she be back?

DGM: No.

Rowan squeaks a little.

Jack: Can I get your rent?

Rowan sighs then pulls a pouch of money from her pouch. Jack walks over and takes it.

Jack: At least I never had to eat you.

Rowan grunts.

DGM: Can I take her now?

Jack: Go in peace.

Rowan begins to struggle again.

DCM: Oh, here.

He hands him a card then walks out with Rowan. Jack opens it to find it's an invitation then watches the man go. Rowan kicks and yells.

Rowan: Let me go!

She is slowly loaded into a carriage and it begins to move. As she struggles to escape she suddenly jerks, and finds herself drinking something as she stares at Nathaniel who lays on the floor a little ways in front of her. She then finds herself looking out much bigger eyes as Nathaniel holds her under her throat. She gasps and coughs, vomiting on one of the men She is then jerked up and falls limp as tears fall from her face. Two of the men laugh at her abductor.

DGM2: It appears we have a seer in our midst.

DGM3: Well, at least we know she is indeed worthy. Too bad about your robe, chum.

The carriage makes its way to the mansion.

End