R.D.D.G: okay this is my second van Helsing fic and I must say that I am on a role! As usual I own nothing in this…well I own none of the characters or places anyways…plots's mine.

Van Helsing and Carl walked down the dimly lit hallways of the Holy Order's headquarters. Both were tired from their mission to defeat Dracula in Vaseria. It had taken them about a month to get back…partly because there was no hurry to get back so they took their sweet time. The two were quiet as they walked, neither of them felt like talking and there wasn't really much to say.

Van Helsing was still a bit upset about what happened to Anna, and felt completely quilt ridden at her death. Carl knew that Van Helsing was upset and also knew that the Hunter didn't like to talk when he was like this.

Looking up at the hunter beside him, Carl noticed that his eyes were cast down, his brow was furrowed, and his hat was lowered over his face to show everyone else that he did not want to talk to anyone. His usually straight posture was slightly slouched and his face had a solemn expression about it.

"Van Helsing?" Carl said trying to look his best friend in the eye. He knew for a fact that Van Helsing didn't like it, but he also knew that depression would get the best of him if the hunter didn't talk about it soon. Then came the 'no brainer' question. "Are you all right?"

"What do you think…" Van Helsing muttered quietly as he turned his head away from the young friar.

Carl sighed as he tried once more to catch Van Helsing's eye, but once more it was avoided. Now fed up, Carl moved so he was right in front of Van Helsing and stopped him in his tracks. Both hands gripping the upper arm of the hunter tightly. "It wasn't your fault, Van Helsing." Carl said. "Anna knew the risk when she put the cure in you… besides it wasn't like you were in control, the wolf was. You need to stop blaming yourself, or if you're going to at the very least talk to someone about it. "

"I'm not in the mood, Carl." Van Helsing said as he tried to move around the friar, but Carl was having none of that and pulled the hunter back in front of him.

"Gabriel…" Carl said sternly; which made Van Helsing raise an eyebrow at the use of his first name. He had never heard the friar use his name before. "I'm not going to stand aside, not when you clearly are beating yourself up over something that was beyond your control. You are my best friend, Gabriel. I do not like seeing you like this…if this continues…" Carl stopped himself hoping that Van Helsing would get his meaning. Apparently he did, since he stopped trying to get away, and was looking straight at him.

"But…"

"No buts, Van Helsing." Carl said. "You could not control your transformation. You were bitten by a werewolf. Did you expect to be able to control the symptoms so easily?"

At that Van Helsing covered Carl's mouth with his hand; quickly looking around for any other member of the Order. Seeing no one he removed his hand from Carl's mouth. "You need to be careful about some of what you say, Carl…" Van Helsing whispered. "We don't want the Order hearing about that…"

"I'm sure they wouldn't mind, if they hear that it is the only reason we were able to kill Dracula," Carl argued quietly, "and the fact that you were cured…"

A sad look made its way across Van Helsing's face once more… Slap! Van Helsing's eyes widened as his right cheek began to sting from where the friar slapped him. "Carl?"

Carl gave him a stern look. "Stop being depressed." Carl ordered with a tone of authority that Van Helsing never thought that the friar was capable of. "I understand you feel bad about what happened, but you cannot change the past. What's done is done, there's no need to dwell on it more than necessary. You've been mourning Anna for a month now…it's time to let it go."

Van Helsing sighed before nodding. Seeing this Carl's facial expression softened. "All right, Carl…" Van Helsing murmured, but it was good enough for the Friar.

"Go ahead and get some sleep, Van Helsing." Carl said patting his friend on the shoulder. "I'll go do the debriefing with Cardinal Jinette."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, now go get some shut-eye." With that Carl gently nudged the hunter into moving.

Smiling slightly, Van Helsing placed a grateful hand on Carl's shoulder before walking down the dimly- lit corridors of the Vatican. The friar sighed as he placed his hands on his hips and watched the hunter walk away. That man was more trouble than he's worth…but regardless, he was the hunter's only friend within the Order, and knowing the man's habits if Carl didn't take care of him…who would?

It wasn't as if Van Helsing wasn't capable of taking care of himself; on the contrary, he was one of the most self-sufficient men that Carl knew…but that was on the physical plane. Emotional was another thing entirely…the hunter bottles up too many emotions, though useful while on missions it is unhealthy to continue all year for years on end. And that's where Carl came in. And after the death of both Dracula and Anna, Carl knew that Van Helsing was going to need all the help he could get.

"Well might as well go tell the Cardinal." He muttered before walking towards another hallway adjacent to the one he was on. Never noticing a silhouette of a man walk out of the shadows behind him.

"So, Van Helsing was bitten by a werewolf?" the man muttered to himself curiously, then grinned and slid back into the shadows, intent on alerting the Cardinal about this.

(30 minutes later with Carl)

Carl yawned as he walked into his room, the debriefing went well. The Cardinal was annoyed at the fact that it had taken them a month to return to Rome, however he was relieved that Dracula was gone. That relief was replaced by sorrow when he heard about the death of the last Valerious. Carl didn't give true details of her death, but said that Dracula had wounded her and she had passed on after he had returned to hell. That at least brightened the Cardinal's spirits. He inquired about the whereabouts of the hunter, which Carl quickly answered.

Now time for bed himself. Carl smiled as he crawled under his covers; he was tired and rather looking forward to going back to his lab where he belonged. One thing's for sure, he was not going on anymore missions. With that happy thought in mind, the friar drifted off in to peaceful slumber.

(With Cardinal Jinette)

Jinette sighed after Carl left the room. It was a saddening thought that Anna Valerious was now gone. She was a great warrior for the Order, though she failed her mission to destroy Van Helsing along with Dracula. Jinette narrowed his eyes. It had been ten years since they had awoken Gabriel from his slumber. Of course after removing his memories and beating the shit out of him, so that they at least had some sort of story as to how they found him.

Jinette sighed as he sat down at his desk. He was going to need to send Van Helsing on another mission and soon, it would not help his cause any if he gave Van Helsing time to rest, if he wanted the man destroyed on a mission. He had been exposed to Dracula; there is a chance that his repressed memories would resurface and the truth would be revealed. The hunter had served his purpose; Dracula is now dead for good, time for Van Helsing to join him in Hell.

"Your eminence." Jinette sighed as he looked towards a man who was leaning against the door. Jinette quickly recognized the man as a member of the inquisition department, and the man before him specialized in spying on hunters within the order to make sure that if one was bitten or infected by one of the damned, they would not be able to hide it.

"Report Father Yale." Jinette said as his mind tried to come up with ways to kill the hunter in question.

"There are no reports of infected members." Yale said giving the Cardinal a bow. "However I overheard something that would be of great use to you."

Jinette raised an eyebrow towards the spy. "Speak my son. What have you heard within these holy walls?"

"It seems that during his latest mission, Van Helsing had been bitten by a werewolf." Yale said smiling. "And is only by transforming into the damned beast that he was able to kill off Dracula."

Jinette now raised an eyebrow as a smile began to appear on the old man's face. "Really now?"

"Yes your eminence." Yale confirmed. "I over heard Van Helsing speak about it himself. And it also seems that the death of Anna Valerious was caused by him while he was possessed by the wolf."

This was working to well for Jinette to express; there was now a chance to rid himself and the Order of Gabriel Van Helsing at last. "Get the Inquisition." Jinette ordered. "Detain Gabriel Van Helsing in one of the cells until the morrow. We'll take care of him then."

Yale smiled and bowed before walking out of the room. Looking forward to the events that will transpire.

(With Van Helsing)

Van Helsing had a fitful sleep. His dreams plagued by a weird dream which involved the Count he had killed about a month before. It wasn't a memory. He had seen enough of those to tell the difference. He doubted it was a vision…but either way he could not figure it out. The Count was without his brides and unlike when he was in Transylvania fighting him, the Count showed no hostility to him.

It was bizarre to the Hunter, but oddly enough it was not unwelcoming. And another thing that was odd about the dream the two just talked. It was weird talking to the vampire as though he was a brother in arms, or a friend even. What the hell was going on?

"Wake up!" Van Helsing groaned. He was tired he wanted to sleep.

"Gabriel Van Helsing wake up this instant!"

"Go away Carl."

Suddenly something hard came into contact with him forcing him to open his eyes. What he saw made narrow his eyes in worry. It wasn't Carl he was staring at, it was four or five other priests and judging by the uniform they were trained in combat…the only sect of priests within the Knights of the Holy Order were…

Van Helsing narrowed his eyes at them. "What do you want?" he asked.

"Gabriel Van Helsing, you have been bitten by a werewolf." The leader of the group said smugly as he grinned at him. "Until you are cured or until death, you are to be contained and away from all of the higher beings, the children of God."

Van Helsing's glare deepened. How did the Inquisition know about him being bitten by a werewolf? He knew that Carl wouldn't tell… wait a second! Those damn spies… "If you overheard that. Then you must have overheard that I was cured."

The man looked at him, before motioning to the men behind him who rushed over to Van Helsing and forced him to the ground, though not without a struggle from the Hunter. Finally they managed to pin him to the ground as they managed to get shackles around his hands so that way he may not be able to use his arms or hands. Once his hands were bound and his feet were bound they chained a shackle around his neck like a collar with a chain attached to it much like a leash.

"Set up one of the lower chambers." The leader of the group ordered.

"Yes, Father." One of the men bowed before hurrying out of the room.

Van Helsing struggled harder and harder against his binds and against the man who now picked him up and threw him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Put me down!"

The leader sighed before punching Van Helsing square in the face. There was going to be a huge bruise there, Van Helsing could already tell. The leader then proceeded to grab Van Helsing's face and forced him to look at him. His fingers digging painfully against the hunter's skin; nails digging into the flesh slightly. "You are in no position to be giving orders you damned soul." The man said angrily. "You are nothing more than a beast, a soulless creature. Now a guinea pig for the order. You are nothing, Van Helsing." With that he took the metal rod he had hit the hunter with to wake him up and hit him hard over the head. Successfully knocking the man out so that there would be less of a struggle. He looked to the man holding the Hunter and jerked his head towards the hallways. "Get him out of here"

The man holding Van Helsing nodded and walked out of the small room that the hunter called home.

No one coming to the hunter's aid. For no one dared to go against the will of the inquisition. Aside from the words of the Pope and Cardinal Jinette, the inquisitions word was law. Though they rarely meddled in the affairs of the order. They all knew the fate of those taken by the inquisition and no matter how much good Van Helsing did for the Order; he was as good as dead.

(In hell)

Dracula gazed at the mirror that played him an image of the events happening on the mortal world. Every night he was on the mirror watching over his Gabriel. During the conflict he did not want to fight the hunter, however the Valerious was there…he did not want to put Gabriel at risk again…however it seems one of the Valerious had already done just that. And the thing that pained the vampire king the most was that he could do nothing about it.

"What ails you my son?" Dracula turned his gaze from the mirror where it showed the man he loved being dragged away, to the man who leaned against the entrance to the mirror chamber. "I have not seen you so pensive since you made the covenant with me 450 years ago. During that time all you could think about was your lover…what was his name…Daniel?"

"Gabriel." Dracula corrected.

"Aw yes that's right. I remember it due to it being the same name as that accursed angel…" Satan said in recognition. "I thought you forgot about him. Since you could not find him even after selling your soul to the darkness to find and protect him. Said he was dead and moved on and found yourself three gorgeous brides."

"I thought Gabriel was dead…" Dracula said turning his gaze back towards the mirror as it showed now his Gabriel waking up and the inquisition beating him. A growl resounding in his throat.

Satan noticed the growl and walked over to Dracula's side. "He survived all those years?" He asked slightly shocked.

"Apparently in a deep sleep for all those years before they finally woke him up…" Dracula said. "After they beat and tortured him before chaining him up like a dog and forcing him into sleep." Satan noticed the anger in the vampire's voice. "I am a fool that I did not find him in time."

Satan looked at Dracula's face. His eyes once devoid of any emotion now flared with determination. "Return to the surface world." Satan said after a moment of pondering. "Find your mate, and begin anew. Finish the goal you had set out to complete." Dracula looked towards Satan in shock, normally whoever arrived, never left under any circumstance. "You will not have the weakness to werewolves that you once had. Now that people had figured that out, need to start from scratch…for your weakness."

Dracula raised an eyebrow towards Satan. "Why?"

"You were taken from that world far too soon…besides…" he looked toward the mirror as the group continued to beat the hunter. "I may be a master of torture and love it as much as the next demon…however; the men and women who are tortured here are villains who deserve what they get…he has done no wrong and yet look at the treatment he is now getting from the Order he had sworn to serve and has served diligently for years." Satan turned his attention back to Dracula. "Complete your goal, and repopulate the Vampire race while you are at it."

"Thank you, my lord." Dracula said bowing towards the king of hell.

"Do you wish to bring your brides with you?"

"No. They were so easily killed last time." Dracula said. "Gabriel will be the only mate I need. I will turn other vampires, and if they wish they may bear their own young."

Satan looked towards Dracula and gave a small smile, well more of a smirk really. He would give the vampire king a gift when he returns to the surface world. Nodding, Satan motioned for the vampire to return once more to the land of the living as the vampire king.

Nodding, Dracula walked out of the chamber to the entrance of hell. Hell bent on saving his mate.

R.D.D.G: okay, I did actually have fun writing this. Sadly enough without watching the movie I got like only ¼ of it done, and the other three-quarters were with watching the dang movie XD. Now I love looking at things from a different perspective particularly with movies, shows, books, games etc. (unless I just don't like the group in those four areas) so that's why I made some of the Vatican (like Father Jinette, though I do like him in the movie) seem like assholes, then Satan as an understanding man…cause I know I'm going to be getting some controversy over it. I don't like Satan, high class egotistical high class demon who has a serious attitude problem. But I couldn't resist doing that here. How else was draccy supposed to get out of there?