Ka…Kaes." A voice came jolting Kaes out of his slumber, "Hey Kaes are you okay."
Kaes upon waking up found himself staring into his mother's eyes which seemed to be glowing more brightly, "Mom…"
Kaes looked into his mother's eyes feeling a sense of closeness he hadn't felt since he was a kid. He slowly brought his hand up to her neck where he had bitten her earlier, his eyes glazed over her neck completely healed.
"What in the world?" Kaes spoke aloud with a small smile blossoming on his face, happy to see his mother alive and well.
'So we're actually vampires.' Kaes thought confused. 'What now, what do we do now?' Kaes felt distraught, as his eyes appeared lost only to snap back after hearing his mother's voice.
"Um, Kaes, are you feeling…better." She spoke her eyes and body language showing she was nervous, as her hand was brought up to her neck. Her hand grazed where she was bitten twice in a row, her body flinching away pain.
"...I think I should be the one asking you that." Kaes spoke avoiding eye contact, as his mind rushed trying to best understand how to comprehend the current situation, however all he managed to do was create an awkward atmosphere, with neither side saying a word.
Kaes out of habit stood up trying to leave the room, before it clicked in his mind that he couldn't move his legs last time he was conscious. He stopped dead in his tracks, as his mind reached a conclusion, neuro somatic paralysis. 'I'm f****** done.' Kaes thought as he walked over to the bed in the room, getting his dirty body in the bed, as he wrapped himself up in the covers and passed out within a second.
His mother on the other hand watched him, surprised that he just went straight to sleep before a beautiful smile cracked on her face. Her smile stayed on her face before her mind flashed back to what her son did to her and their room.
In a second her smile disappeared and she stripped herself off her jeans and, her white shirt having a splotch of her blood on it. 'Blood doesn't really come out of white shirts.' She thought, stressing that sentence in her mind before she relaxed, 'Eh it's one of Kaes' he won't miss it.'
'Now about this sludge,' She said as she turned her attention to it, its smell making her think the room was spinning. 'Нет, черт возьми.(Fuck no.) I need some Carpet Cleaner, Oxi, and a gas mask. Can I get room service to clean this up instead,... no the butler said I have to clean it or…'
She reached over and picked up her phone on the ground just before dialing a nearly 20 digit number.
Bzzt
Bzzt
"The number you have called does not exist."
"Please press one to be rerouted to another number."
Irina immediately followed the prompt as she pressed one.
"Please dial your extension."
In a moment Irina's fingers moved across the entire screen as if it was reflex for her to type these numbers.
Bzzt
Bzzt
"Hello Helsing Cleaners, can I have your order number?" A feminine voice came from the phone.
"Zvuki padayushchego zimoy snega takiye zhe tikhiye, kak solnechnyy veterok(The sounds of snow falling in the winter are as calm as the sunny breeze)." Irina's voice came clearly and concisely, her voice claiming no emotion.
For a moment there was silence before the feminine voice responded with "Miss Van Helsing, transferring you over to Mr.Q."
Bzzt
Bzzt
"Hello Irina I hope you are enjoying your stay in Paris." A masculine yet aged voice came from the phone.
"Doing okay, Mr.Q except for a few problems here and there." Irina said softly, not trying to wake Kaes.
"Nobody ever calls to say hi nowadays it's always a few problems here and there. Mr.Q I need you to fix this, oh Mr.Q I ran somebody over with a car, Mr.Q I impaled my friend." The man said, his voice filled with exhaustion. "Irina, please make my life easy today."
Irina made a wry smile, "I kinda called 911." Irina said her voice and temperament was that of a little girl.
Sigh
"You were told not to call any emergency services, always call this number and extension. What happened?"
"My son." Irina looked to her side, her eyes only catching sight of him swaddled in covers. "It was an emergency, when I told you of our trip to Paris, you told me that Van Helsing's support wouldn't even be a fraction of America's. You didn't even want us to come."
There was silence before there was an even heavier sigh, "You don't have to explain Irina, I know first, second, and thirdhand how a mother can be about their child. If you're calling me after the fact I can assume the matter is resolved."
"I'd like a data wipe of the call record and number done ASAP." Irina said aloud but inside she knew she had to cover up what had occurred in this room.
Hearing a deep sigh from the phone "Really Irina, do you know how delicate your situation is...,we don't have a lot of operatives in Paris, much less that deep into law enforcement."
"What's the next thing you need done?" Mr.Q said calmly regaining his composure.
"I need a cleaner." Irina spoke softly yet her words had an interesting effect on Mr.Q.
"Irina, please don't make my day worse and tell me you killed someone." Mr. Q spoke as if he was about to get a headache.
"NO, I need a cleaner to clean up a mess." Irina screamed only to start talking in a hushed manner to avoid waking Kaes.
"Irina, you know this line is encrypted, you don't need to talk in code."
"No it's just a really bad mess that ended up going through the carpet, don't know what it is, don't want to know." Irina spoke with a tinge of disgust in her voice.
HAHAHA
"Irina, you are such a joy, HAhaHA you know what this line is used for right?"
"People put in certain requests for services, such as cover-ups and the occasional 'cleaning'."
"Right as usual, Irina but to have us clean up and then, HAhAha."
Irina had a small smile on her face hearing the old man having a hearty laugh.
"We don't have any old school cleaners. I'll have an operative hire a private maid for that hostel room of yours. I'll make it so they're there within the hour."
"I appreciate that, Mr.Q and if you could have them bring a gas mask for the smell."
"Of course, Irina, and I'll see what I can do about that data wipe."
"Thank you Mr.Q." Irina said sweetly.
"Of course it's always a pleasure Miss Van Helsing." Mr.Q said before hanging up.
After finishing the call with Mr.Q Irina headed into the bathroom as she habitually turned the shower to cold temperature. As the water ran she quickly undressed the rest of her body, putting all of her clothes together.
Smelling something horrendous she turned her sights to the toilet only to see vomit that was left by Kaes earlier that morning. "He threw up, I'll have to get him something else to eat later." She chose not to think about it and flushed the toilet as she walked into the shower.
However once she was inside the shower though she immediately jumped out shivering. 'F*** that's ice cold.' Irina was left nearly immobile from the cold water as her body was stuck grasping itself together trying to find heat.
After warming herself up for a few seconds, she turned the nozzle to the max temperature, "Hotel water pressure, takes me back." Irina said her eyes were nostalgic but quickly they were filled with sadness. While her eyes remained filled with an unchangeable sadness.
"It's been a while since I've been in one of these, I can see why Kaes likes being in here." Irina spoke her voice calm and dreary as she heard a knock on the door.
"Pierre Cleaning Service for…Van Helsing." A feminine voice came from the front door, catching Irina off guard, as she was thinking, 'that's fast, was there somebody already in the area.'
Irina walked out of the shower covering herself up with a towel as she dressed up as quickly as possible.
Knock Knock Knock
"Excuse me Pierre Cleaning Service, is there anybody here." The voice spoke once again.
"One second." Irina yelled out, throwing on some clean clothes and her body moving at a speed unbefitting of her body. And within the next second the door was open causing a pungent odor to leave the room.
And as Irina's eyes caught sight of the woman's, a small understanding was created between the two.