Now I am going to try a new fan fiction of Van Helsing on my own. I got an idea for this one by looking at one of my older stories, and deciding that a new character could be born from an old one.

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Chapter One: Through the Mirror

I think that I am going crazy…

What was I doing here? I thought I was going to work tonight. Well, hunt tonight. And I had no idea why I was in the old Castle Frankenstein. Or maybe I was just curious to look around.

But at any rate, now I am stuck here. The rain had virtually flooded the valley and surrounding trench, which was no problem for an American half-breed werewolf/vampire with wings. I could have just flown out, right? Nope, it was a flat out battle in the heavens between the thunder and lightning. Going out in that weather would have been a suicidal death wish for me. I was not ready to go, nor was I planning on it. So I would just have to stay here for the remainder of my evening here.

So I set out and about to look for some appropriate bedding to use and a place to use it. It should not have been difficult for me, but this castle apparently was never actually lived in. No sign of a quarters or the like in this castle. I mean, I found wires and cables and things that might have been used with a science project. Considering the myth and legend of this place, it did seem like a monster was created here, and destroyed it. But the monster supposedly disappeared to unknown lands far to the East, and it played a part in the destruction of Count Vladislaus Drakul, otherwise the famous Count Dracula. So that could not have been a bad creature, considering he helped destroy a menace to humanity.

But instead of finding bedding, I did not pay attention to where I was going and tripped over a massive veiled object. I cursed, and looked down at my feet once back on them. I would have a nasty bugger of a bruise later on. But my concern turned to curiosity when I found myself staring into an immense, thin, covered object. I picked up an edge of the sheet, and pulled it off to find an immense mirror. Of course, I only saw a thin shadow reflecting off the mirror when I looked into it (Being only half vampire, I could still see only a shadow of me in the mirror, when full vampires did not see any reflection period when looking into a mirror).

The mirror itself was elegant, and had odd little runes inscribed on its edges, and ice seemed to climb on it when no draft was going through the room. I walked over, mesmerized by its simple beauty. I decided to touch it, and pressed my hand on its smooth, cold surface. I got confident, and decided to lean against it casually examining the ice climbing on its edges. I fell through, and found myself in a cold, dismal castle where something seemed to pervade this place though it was empty.

I pulled my leather jacket closer around my frame, snorting my sarcasm. Well…this was rather unexpected for having been in an awful, rundown, warm castle. Now, it was an awful, rundown, and cold castle. "Could things get worse?" I asked myself in my thoughts.

Favorably, since I was already here, maybe I could do a little exploring. So I walked to through into an immense entrance hall, where lanterns long since lit lined the halls. I decided to perform a trick that only certain clans of the American or British werewolves knew how to do; breathe fire.

In every family of werewolf, each has certain special ability/abilities. For instance, the one I am from have the capability to breath fire and ice. Our lungs were specially evolved to be able to breathe it (like a dragon). Our throats, among other organs, are also enabled to handle outrageous temperatures and elements.

I began to exercise another evolutionary ability I had: changing form when I wanted to. I could control every aspect of my werewolf form, including but not limited to, when I could change. The only thing I couldn't change about my form was that I had to change on the night before, after, and during the full moon.

Once only my head was changed, I blew softly on the first torch, lighting it ablaze. Soon I had all of them ablaze, and wandered into the tower. Here was where all the equipment had gone! And in the middle of it was a skeleton lying against the panel of the controls.

Then, I had come to a stunning realization. "This couldn't be, no it couldn't…he was a myth!" I thought with open, unbelieving eyes. I jumped back, and realized that I stood in a pool of dried, black blood. I then realized that I stood in a message, and I stood in between the "e" and the "b" of it. I climbed up to a thin ledge to hopefully read it better…

"Death is only the beginning…"

I screamed, scared stiff, and I remembered nothing more after my world turned black…

A/N: Well, did I go too fast? Or is it fairly interesting in what happens so far to Lithia? Let me know so I know how to improve!