OK first fanfic here so be niceee. Just to let you know this is part of van helsing where Van helsing kills Marishka, but Anna now starts to have feelings for him now. Nothing inappropriate here, but stay my dearies for the next chapter is full of all kinds of sexual funfun ;) Please R&R so i can keep this going. Lotsa love, Karen
She watched him in awe as he took aim with his crossbow; one hazel eye shut tight, the other shining in concentration. His arms raised, he tilted the deadly device and shot a pointed arrow, dripping in holy water, towards the blonde vampire. The edge pierced her empty chest, just above where her heart should have been, and the bride writhed in pain, shrieking to her master. The vampire, once a vision of beauty, with long golden locks brushing her face and startlingly gorgeous yellow eyes, slowly lost control of herself. Her perfect peach skin started to melt away, revealing rough bone and a waterfall of blood. Her hair burned to smoky ashes, and her long fingernails scratched at her face. The blessed water had an effect of poison running through the young monster's veins, like fire coursing through her bloodstream, white-hot wires wrapping themselves around her slim frame. She threw her head back and let out a high-pitched screech that showed her dagger-sharp fangs and echoed throughout the empty streets of Transylvania, and then her bones cracked, turned to dust, and she was gone. The fine powder of her bones floated across the sky, reaching the gray blanket of clouds that were pressing against the small town and holding the remains of her scream in the market square.
Van Helsing turned now to face Anna, who was still staring at him in shock, not to mention admiration. She had never seen anyone kill a vampire that fast before; the way he struck with so much ease, carelessly, almost lazily, yet still fiercely. The corner of his lips raised in a slight smile when he saw the look on her face. His shoulder-length soft brown hair, now a tangle of dirt and snow, still managed to fall back into place as he tossed his head victoriously in the direction of the townspeople now emerging from their safe haven, the church. The steep chapel, bearing its strong iron crosses and faded stain-glass windows, was the only refuge from the creatures of the night that came at least once a month to feed, blood pouring from their devilishly grinning mouths as they caught a straggler and sunk their teeth into his yielding flesh.
Van Helsing turned again, this time to face his assistant and friend, Carl, a friar that had reluctantly accompanied him on this journey. Carl smiled nervously to the monster slayer, but his light, innocent eyes strayed instead to the sky, probably searching for more vampires. Anna could see Van Helsing laughed inwardly at his friend's lack of self-confidence when they both knew that Carl could easily kill an army of demons with one of his ingenious inventions, such as the crossbow that had saved their mortal lives just now. Well, mortal for myself and Carl, she thought. What has happened in Van Helsing's secretive past? He has been put in this cruel world by the Vatican to do the detestable task of wiping monsters such as these from the face of the earth, she thought, and has been doing it for as long as he can remember back. How could one go on living such a difficult life without knowing how or when he got there? She placed her chocolate brown eyes on the man she so frequently thought about, and blushed when he locked his eyes back on hers. He gazed at her thoughtfully, taking in her features, noting her glazed expression and slight frown. It's like he can see through me, and knows that I've been thinking of him…she speculated.
Coming back to reality, Anna walked swiftly over to Van Helsing, her dark brown curls bouncing on her back as she stepped closer. She watched him observe her closely as she crossed the snow-carpeted ground. She suddenly felt embarrassed under his glance, which was not in her nature. She thought of herself as a confident, capable woman who never succumbed to the likes of a mere man. And it was not as though she had a reason to feel embarrassed- she had been told many times by many men that she was beautiful. With her medium-length curly chocolate brown hair framing her face and eyes to match, snowy white skin, and a slender but sturdy body, Anna could possibly see, but never bring herself to admit, that she was, in fact, sexy. She grew more embarrassed yet as she thought this and her cheeks flushed to a rosy hue. She looked up to Van Helsing to see if he had noticed this change in character. His unique eyes, a mixture of moss green and brown, were difficult to read. She hoped he hadn't given it a second thought, but then he turned to look at her more curiously, and she knew he had seen her display of femininity.
As she reached him, Anna didn't dare to go closer to him than she felt was necessary. She was, however, close enough to reach out a tentative hand and brush his rough, tanned cheek with the tips of her long fingers … Whoa, how could she be thinking this? The mere thought of it created a warm, burning sensation in the pit of her stomach that flooded throughout her body, heating her being and igniting the color in her face and over her chest once again. What had brought over this new wave of feelings for the man she knew she simply couldn't have?