1Part One

Amelia Mearon - 26 years of age, eldest of the remaining Mearons. Protective and most wisest, with a talent of sword fighting and physical arts, leads her two younger half-sisters through the land of Transylvania, searching for the murderer of her mother. When her mother, Joseline, is kidnapped and predictably murdered by a vampire, Dracula to be precise, Amelia, who was only five at the time and her father, Benjamin, leave their home in France to find Dracula and hopefully kill him. Unfortunately, four years into the mission, Benjamin meets a roman beauty and falls in love with her, giving up everything including his own daughter, to please her. Amelia is left to fend for herself and decides to find a better life, where she can learn the tactics of battle to obtain revenge of Dracula and her father.

Catherine Mearon- 17 years of age, middle child of the three sisters, has a canny sense of humour, a witty knowledge of history and mythology, and talented archer, but shy with new greetings. when only six years old, her mother dies during giving birth to her younger sister, Michelle, and her father Benjamin abandons them, for he was only there for the mother. soon after the death, when the two young sisters are almost dead with starvation, Amelia turns up in time to save them, only by luck, for she had recently learnt the location of her father, and travels back to Rome to punish him for leaving her. but when she finally arrives at the house she only finds two young children in dire need of help. with the help of Amelia, Catherine is able to successfully raise her sister. Catherine finally discovers the true identity of Amelia (the fact that she is her half-sister) when she is seven years old.

Michelle Mearon- 10 years of age, youngest of the remaining Mearons, is blessed with a mental ability of having futuristic visions. with big vibrant blue eyes (inherited by her mother), she is adventurous and has a knack of ignoring important instructions from her fellow peers, and often leads her to become the easy target for danger. This is not an appreciative title for such a sweet young girl, who would have not the heart of harming those who brought harm to her. after the death of her roman mother, and the abandonment of her father, her and her sister Catherine are raised by a young unexpected woman in which Michelle hasn't the slightest idea that this stranger is actually her half sister, the daughter of the father who abandoned them.

Chapter 1

Michelle woke with a start. It was one of her visions again. A mysterious figure, the same one who haunted her last vision. But who was it? She suspected it was male. He wore a long black cloak and a widely rimmed hat that cloaked his face in shadows. She had high hopes that it might be her father, but it was a sly chance. Her vibrant blue eyes slowly fade with every vision. They were now a pale sapphire. She quickly jumped from her bed and ran down the dimly lit corridor, silver rays of full moonlight splashed the stone tiled ground. At last she arrived at her sisters room. The door slowly creaked open, revealing a single bed and a sprawled out form under the thin covers. Michelle hurried to the bedside. She shook her drowsy sister till she woke with annoyance. "Where's Amelia? Where is she?" Michelle pulled her sister's covers from her, revealing a deep maroon nightgown. Catherine was always amazed how her little sister can awake in the middle of the night without a hint of drowsiness, vision or no vision.

"Go away, brat. She's out. She'll be back at daybreak. Now go back to bed and you can tell her about your silly dream in the morning," was the faint but clearly angry reply Michelle received.

"But it wasn't a dream, it was a vision! I swear! I swear it on our dead mothers grave!" Michelle knew that it was a risk using the term, but it was the only way to get Catherine's complete attention, well... Sometimes.

"Oh please. That's not going to work every time. I don't want to hear about your silly vision. So go find Amelia yourself and tell her. Because I don't give a damn." Catherine was angry, and when she was angry it was like dealing with a werewolf. Impossible. Often times the only way to calm her down was Amelia hitting her on the side of the head hard enough for her to fall to the ground unconscious. It may sound cruel but if these drastic measures weren't taken then things could get allot worse.

Michelle ran from the room. Tears streamed down her face, blurring her sight. But her memory of the old abandoned mansion proves useful in the night. She was able to guide herself down the spiral staircase to the old foyer. The double wooden door leading outside creaked open and shut. The creaking noise it continuously made was music to her ears. The door never shut completely, the frame was broken from years ago, before the three girls moved in. If the creaking stopped, it meant someone was at the door. This proved that doorbells are not useful in that old mansion. Michelle swung the door open and ran from the house. Michelle ran, ran fast. She ran down the road toward the faint lights of the small town she had called home for 10 years of her short life. The bar was her desired destination. This is where Amelia would most likely be. Not for drinking, but for news from nomads that traveled through. News about people or monsters that they encountered. Amelia had hopes that her father would travel through. She didn't mention her father much. It often appeared she was mad at him for something, but she never mentioned why. It appeared that Catherine knew though. She always stared at Amelia whenever Michelle brought up the topic their father. Michelle never met her father. Catherine said he went to look for a new home for his new family but never returned. But whenever she told that story she always acted like she never believed it.

Michelle finally reached the centre square of the small town. Stone buildings loomed over her. Lanterns cast eerie shadows along the cobblestone roads. The town appeared deserted, except for a small building where the lights still shone brightly and silhouettes of staggering people could be seen through the windows. Michelle could hear laughter from the bar. But it was soon drowned out by the howling wind. But she didn't feel the wind. It was only a... howl? Michelle thought it was a dog at first, but it was louder, and lasted much longer. She felt the hair on her arms and the back of her neck stand on end. she felt fear, for the first time in a long time, fear struck her. Like an arrow piercing her from a mile away. It was unexpected. She had heard stories of werewolves, and saw the damage that they could make. Then she saw it. It was coming fast down an alley way at her left. It seemed larger than she thought it would be, and more disfigured. But she couldn't run. Her feet wouldn't let her. they were ignoring the signals in her brain to run. then she heard the clopping of hooves, and she realized the figure was a man on a horse. A man with a broad rimmed hat and flowing cloak. Her eyes widened. It was the man from her visions. He was riding toward her. she couldn't see his face in the dim light but he was coming closer to her. To her. The man slowed his horse just when she thought it would trample her. The stranger dismounted his steed and slapped it's rear so it whinnied and ran, away from the direction in which it came. the man pulled her down to the ground. he put his finger to his lips in a signal to be silent. Michelle didn't listen though. She was staring at a rooftop over his shoulder. A figure stood there. Silhouetting against the full white moon behind it. It turned it's head in the direction in which the horse ran, that's when she saw the shape of it's face. It had a long muzzle, that opened and howled once more at the moon. That's when she screamed.

By now a small crowd of people had gathered at the entrance of the bar, staring at the two figures in the centre of the square. Wondering what the noise outside was. They heard a howl, which was soon drowned out by a scream. Someone pointed to a rooftop across the square, where a figure stood. Then with a inhumanly leap, the figure was on the cobblestone ground. And approaching. The two people in the centre of the square stood. The smallest one began moving backwards, toward the people in the pub, where a woman now stood, staring in disbelief at the scene before her. Then, doing the complete opposite as everyone else around her, who were now retreating back into the safety of the building, she advanced forward, drawing a long silver sword from her hilt that glistened in the moonlight.

"Michelle! Come here, hurry!" Michelle looked behind her and saw Amelia, the best thing she saw for as long as she could remember.

"No, Amelia! I got her, don't let her move. She'll only attract unwanted attention to herself!" The stranger was yelling over his shoulder, not turning his back on the werewolf, which apparently would be a very bad idea.

But the monster already had its eye on Michelle. And it's gaze wouldn't waver. Then it attacked. It moved so fast that it seemed to match the speed of the silver bullets propelling from the strangers pistol. Amelia ran forward, while Michelle ran toward her. But when they reached each other neither of them stopped. Michelle ran for the safety of the pub. Amelia, with her sword at the ready, swung it out towards the monster. The werewolf made a pained whimpering howl as the blade hit him in the chest. This did not stop him, but it did distract the monster from Michelle. The monster turned and flexed it's claws. Amelia raised her sword. It all happened so fast. The monster pounced, the sword swung, and a gun fired.

Michelle finally stopped running when she reached the doorway of the bar. She turned around and saw the monster laying dead, blood spilling out from a wound in his chest, and a bullet hole in his back. It was a gruesome scene. Amelia stood at the monster's side, she picked up her sword, which was laying next to the creature. The was blood along the blade and the handle. She was staring down at the creature. The stranger came forward, his pistol lowered. He stood by Amelia and he too stared down at the creature, as if expecting something to happen to the lifeless body. And then something did happen. The monsters hair fell off and disappeared. It's face turned human, revealing an older but handsome face. The eyes were closed. The mop of hair upon his head was brownish with a tinge of grey. The stranger kneeled down and lifted his head above the cobblestone ground, so that him and Amelia could see the face better. Her reaction when she saw the face was unpredictable. She stood up straight and turned and began to walk away, but she turned around after about five steps and came up to the corpse and gave it a good kick in the ribs. Even Michelle, who was a fair distance away, heard the crunch of broken bone. Amelia then turned and ran into the distance, and out of sight.

Michelle began to run after her, but was stopped abruptly by an arm caught at her shoulders. She looked up and saw the stranger. It was amazing he had saved hers and Amelia's life but she still didn't know his name. She had to ask.

"Who are you?" is all that she said. He looked down at her with a kind, handsome face. "His name is Van Helsing." It was Catherine who said it. Without noticing, she had walked up behind the stranger and Michelle from the direction in which Amelia had ran. No doubt she had passed her on the way, but why hadn't she stopped her from running? It was dangerous out there, and Catherine knew it. She came up to us and stared down at the body. With a simple flick of her foot she had flipped the body over. she looked down at the face and a hint of recognition crossed her face. She looked up at the man who had saved her little sister, and with a great wave a fury, she pulled her fist back and attempted to get Van Helsing right in the face, but with little effort he grabbed her fist an inch from his face, and for the second time that night, he spoke.

"Apparently you think you know me. This man was a murderer." He was pointing down at the corpse. He spoke like he knew who this man was, like Catherine and Amelia clearly did. Michelle was still left in the dark. Catherine ignored his statement and continued to speak in a way she wanted to proves she was right. She hates being wrong

"You travel Europe searching for unfortunate souls who are cursed, with no say in the matter. This man had no say in what happened to him, and you killed him without mercy. You've killed my father here tonight!" Catherine spoke with allot of anger. She never yelled so hard at someone other than Michelle, who stood transfixed, staring at the man apparently named Van Helsing.

The man laying dead at her feet couldn't be her father. He had died years ago, searching for a new home for his growing family. If he had lived, he would of come back, and not as a werewolf to kill his own daughter.

"What are you talking about? This man just saved my life. He is no heartless murderer! and how do you know Amelia?" most of this was directed to Catherine. The last question was directed to the man, who had now let go of her shoulders. She looked up at him with a quizzical look. He was looking back down at Michelle, but he took a step back. He circled around the two sisters without dropping his gaze, with Michelle.

"This is not the time to talk about this. Right now Amelia is out there, alone. It's not safe." and with that he turned and ran down he road and out of sight. It was silence for a while, nobody spoke. Nobody knew how to break the tension. At last Catherine turned and looked into the eyes of the drunken customers in the bar. They didn't know what to say to her. Catherine was usually a shy girl who never spoke unless spoken to. The fact that she began yelling at a famous monster hunter who's name was known throughout all of Europe, and feared in that case, was remarkable. If what she said about Van Helsing was right or wrong, she still gained a new respect from the people of the small town, and they were drunk, but a tough crowd.