Summary (the longer one): His heart was frozen ice, the azure orbs finishing his eyes were drained of feeling, and his soul was withered like en eternal winter. He was a wicked monster; nothing could save him from the passion and blood he lusted for. The demon within him was eating him away leaving him as barren as a vacant field. She was an empty soul, her mind a pit of darkness, no past, yet a significant future for the human race. Her fate is sealed with the need to abolish a certain Count Dracula. The world rested upon her shoulders, without knowing the humans would all be destroyed by the copious and ravenous vampires. She had to kill him; his children only lived due his existence. For once he was destroyed; the vampire race could cease to exist. Yet can Alexa pull through with slaying a monster which no other could kill? A monster so fierce and powerful all stood in awe of his infamous glory. The half girl, half machine Arch Angel Alexa faces the most difficult conflict in her entire life while she desperately tries to dig out the old memories in her blank mind and finds a sensation she thought had forever gone missing.

And that was a horrible summary lol…

Authors Note: Hey everybody! I'm going to take a stab at writing a Van Helsing fan fic! Seeing as it's my first shot, be kind. I'll accept flames on the condition you tell me what I can do better which would help me as a writer. Now to set the stage a little the beginning of the story is based in the future, and I mean like in the year 2100, and guess what? We have time machines! As you can guess technology will be amazing, as will be modern medicine. I don't want to give too much away, but she does go back in time. Also I want to tell you right now that this story has been influenced by the Terminator and a bit of the Maximum Ride series. I don't own Van Helsing, so don't sue me! Ok that's all I really wanted to say. Thank you so much for reading this! And remember this is just the prologue! Enjoy!

The tranquil hushed song of night serenaded two darkened figures holding each other softly in the dark. Bright stars dotted the Milky Way dancing around a plump vivid moon. Crickets chirped boisterously chattering amongst lush grass sparkling in moonlight as faint moans sounded beneath the thickets and bushes.

"Love me now and forever," a woman whispered incessantly into the other figure's palms, his shoulder blades, the silky strewn hair smelling of sweet pea, and his ears. She murmured incoherent words of love, pointless words of tenderness but overflowing in sincerity. Her glassy eyes absorbed the moment, praying to never let go of such bliss and joy. A bliss and joy she thought were lost to her eternally. Finally he responded with a silent kiss, to seal their affection, to seal their life, to seal an endless promise. His pale fingers crossed calmly behind his back, hidden from her eyes.

I have a red eye and a green eye; the red eye can only see reality, but my green eye see's so much more. I was born, or recreated you might say, on the top of a mossy hill far away from other people in a rundown factory. A secret organization annexed the abandoned building, turning it into a laboratory and armory of sorts. They call themselves 'the keepers' who were the warriors against the unnatural with a slender influence of Christianity swaying their motives. It started hundreds of years ago, with the 'Knights of the Holy Order' that fought against the evils of the supernatural, and naturally were God-fearing men who held strong belief in Christianity. Of course you wouldn't believe me if I told you the monstrous tales that were all neatly covered up and kept in confidentiality. But their legacy lives on, as demons try to rear their ugly heads time after time.

My recollection of rebirth was in a dimly lit room, wires and tubes pouring into my body and feeling hollow and dead. In fact I was at the verge of death, before my body was donated to the keepers. I have no memory of my past life, and the keepers forbid me to evoke my obsolete humanity. You're not a human, not anymore. How many times they muttered this curse upon me I can't tell… According to their logic there was something very wrong with my body, like a disease which contaminated the bones and marrow. Doctors were bewildered and modern medicine couldn't label me with any specific condition and evidently it was killing me slowly. That is until the keepers got their hands on me, saying I'd be impervious against a 'few alterations' they'd like to perform. All the defective weak blood in my body was drained of its impurities and refilled by a stringent acid. And my weedy bones were all removed, replaced by sleek sturdy sheets of metal as they completely rewired me. Plus lustrous metal wings twisted in my back hidden by folds of flesh, but emerge like a bird. Rumor has it they tried this on several others and it failed horribly resulting in many painful deaths for the human test subjects. I should count my stars I wasn't a failure, or a complete failure that is seeing I've various dysfunctions with my new robotic body, luckily nothing fatal, so they say.

I recall the look of triumph spreading across the scientists' faces when I exhibited resurrection and life filled my changed features. In a nut shell I was their first success in this new series of experiments. But what is my true purpose? Why were these experiments of such great importance it risked human lives? Humans are weak, there's no round about way of stating the fact. Fiends and monsters hide in shadows, but are growing underground. Little do the humans know of the nightmares which mustn't be stirred, but kept dormant from the pesky hearsay. Our job is simply to exterminate evil from its core before it spreads like cancer. So why was I made? Why can't the keepers do it themselves? Simple, the keepers are human.

"Alexa 42331245531," they dubbed me, as my new-fangled eyes flickered open absorbing the dim light, "The first Arch Angel."

I woke to what felt like a pit of darkness in my brain, there nothing there in my mind. It's like an empty slate, and the keepers hold onto the chalk and the eraser. From what I know it's been months since my 'rebirth' and I've been undergoing training to live up to my purpose.

I lifted the newspaper and read the head line: The Series of Rip-Throat Murders continue! That's what they called it, the "rip-throat murders" Numerous bodies have been found lying dark allies with their throats completely torn apart. Do the killings link up to one mastermind? The humans certainly think so, and the keepers are almost completely convinced. One word: vampires; nasty creatures with colorless skin and flesh-tearing fangs that quench their unbounded bloodlust by sipping their victim's blood. It gets messy. Did I mention they fly? It makes the job twice as hard. It used to be many years back the vampire population was a minor problem, but due to the awakening of thousands of offspring in the late 1900s the numbers increased the problem wasn't minor anymore. And it all leads back to one notorious Count.

In the late 1800s, I'd say about the 1880s there was strange phenomenon in Transylvania. The whole thing is expunged from our modern day history, an outlandish happening involving what we consider fictional. Though from the account of one of the Holy Order's hunters we've been led to believe it's all completely and horrifically true. A 400 year old Count Dracula, King of Vampires tried to bring his thousands of offspring to life. The first few attempts failed, and the hunter whom wrote these accounts was convinced he'd killed this demon. But he was wrong. For fifty years the citizens of Transylvania slept peacefully, until one ghastly night. We're not sure exactly how it happened, but he came back to life and his last effort to bring his brood to existence was an ill-fated triumph, partly that is. Only insignificant amounts were successfully brought to life, and from that small number only a few survived over the months. Nevertheless those which subsist both then and now pose a serious threat to the humans. They've breed vastly throughout the years, and there's too many to possibly annihilate. From the explanation from our hunter we've learned the only way to wipe them out is to destroy their maker: Count Dracula.

That's where I come in. It's my mission in life to find this monster and exterminate him, the keepers have told me. But killing him is a feat hard to achieve, seeing as nobody knows where he dwells. Whether in the dank darkness below the daylight and in the bowels of the Earth, or a faraway Castle unchartered upon the map, or maybe even hell itself. Many believe the old Count finally departed as his children awoke from the grave. So the important matter is when, not where. Dracula's appearances were more frequent in the past, which is where the keepers believe I'll find, and kill him.

Do you believe in time traveling? The idea is sketchy and surreal, like stepping on hazardous ground. The keepers aren't brainless, mind you, in fact there a group of some of the smartest scientists to walk in this day. And they've created a secret so large it could lead to the end of the earth: a time machine.

Authors Note: Aight well that was a bit short, but its only the prologue! Thank you so much for reading, and if you liked it feel free to leave a review! Thanks again!! :D :D