FanFic100-Dracula 040.-"Sight"
Title: None.
Fandom: Dracula: General Novel
Characters: Quincey Harker, Mina Harker, Jonathan Harker
Prompt: 040. Sight
Word Count: 377
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: LTD here. Look, Ma, no Seward! I promise a better Quincey Harker fic soon, but for now, here's something to tantalize you.
He hated the Carpathians.
He had hated them the moment he had set foot in them, and he suspected that he always would hate them. They had been there all of a week, and he found it so utterly dull that he was literally counting the minutes until they could return to London.
Every year his parents had talked of taking him to see the place where his namesake had fallen while saving his mother, and the world, from a horrific evil. After all, his birthday was the very date as his namesake’s death-day. And on that morbid note, he had been hauled across the Continent to spend his twenty-first birthday looking at the place where his namesake had been cruelly slaughtered.
“Quincey, will you please not look so glum?” Mina chided gently, barely glancing up from her book, as the carriage rattled along the narrow road.
“Mother, for goodness sake,” said Quincey with exasperation, “I should be home drinking with my chums or dancing at some little party, not hauling my arse across a barren wasteland to see the place where a man I never met died.”
“Watch your language around you mother,” said Jonathan sharply.
Quincey slouched further into his seat and stared out the window. It was getting dark out, and in his opinion this was not really the sort of place you wanted to go in the dark. He was certainly not superstitious, good practicing Catholic he was, but he wasn’t against holding his breath while passing a graveyard or not opening umbrellas inside.
He saw something that started him. “What the devil?” he murmured, peering out the window. “Father-”
“What did I say abut watching your language?” snapped Jonathan. Mina, however, furrowed her brow and let her book rest in her lap. “Is something the matter, my dear?”
Quincey sat silent for a long time, intently watching something toward the front of the carriage. Finally a dawning look spread over his face, and he sat back. “No, Mother, nothing’s the matter. I just thought I saw something curious.”
“Like what?” she asked politely as she lifted her book again.
“Nothing really, probably a trick of the dim light. I just could have sworn I saw a great wolf, running alongside the horses.”
Fandom: Dracula: General Novel
Characters: Quincey Harker, Mina Harker, Jonathan Harker
Prompt: 040. Sight
Word Count: 377
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: LTD here. Look, Ma, no Seward! I promise a better Quincey Harker fic soon, but for now, here's something to tantalize you.
He hated the Carpathians.
He had hated them the moment he had set foot in them, and he suspected that he always would hate them. They had been there all of a week, and he found it so utterly dull that he was literally counting the minutes until they could return to London.
Every year his parents had talked of taking him to see the place where his namesake had fallen while saving his mother, and the world, from a horrific evil. After all, his birthday was the very date as his namesake’s death-day. And on that morbid note, he had been hauled across the Continent to spend his twenty-first birthday looking at the place where his namesake had been cruelly slaughtered.
“Quincey, will you please not look so glum?” Mina chided gently, barely glancing up from her book, as the carriage rattled along the narrow road.
“Mother, for goodness sake,” said Quincey with exasperation, “I should be home drinking with my chums or dancing at some little party, not hauling my arse across a barren wasteland to see the place where a man I never met died.”
“Watch your language around you mother,” said Jonathan sharply.
Quincey slouched further into his seat and stared out the window. It was getting dark out, and in his opinion this was not really the sort of place you wanted to go in the dark. He was certainly not superstitious, good practicing Catholic he was, but he wasn’t against holding his breath while passing a graveyard or not opening umbrellas inside.
He saw something that started him. “What the devil?” he murmured, peering out the window. “Father-”
“What did I say abut watching your language?” snapped Jonathan. Mina, however, furrowed her brow and let her book rest in her lap. “Is something the matter, my dear?”
Quincey sat silent for a long time, intently watching something toward the front of the carriage. Finally a dawning look spread over his face, and he sat back. “No, Mother, nothing’s the matter. I just thought I saw something curious.”
“Like what?” she asked politely as she lifted her book again.
“Nothing really, probably a trick of the dim light. I just could have sworn I saw a great wolf, running alongside the horses.”