Disclaimer: I don't own zip. Just the fic. Please don't sue me, I'm just a teenager, and the only thing I could pay you with is crazy hair colour dyes. Unless you really want blue hair…

A/N: Don't be offended by the song. Hint, it is called Judith for a reason and if you're a Christian you should know who Judith was. In fact, don't read the song if you think you'll be pissed off at it. And does anyone have a better story title instead of "Toward Dawn?"

You're such an inspiration for ways that I will never ever choose to be.
Oh so many ways for me to show you how your saviour has abandoned you.
Thank (fuck) your god.
He did this, took all you had and left you this way.
Still you pray, never stray, never taste of the fruit.

Never thought to question why.
It's not like you killed someone.
It's not like you drove a hateful spear into his side.
Praise the one who left you broken down and paralysed.

He did it all for you.

Judith, A Perfect Circle

Toward Dawn

Default Chapter No One Ever Knows Why

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[Hmmm…this place is rather dark…]

Van Helsing's eyes flashed open from his sleep. His hazel eyes searched the ceiling and walls in his bedroom for the voice that sounded so familiar, a voice of a person who he thought he had killed…well, destroyed, since the monster had all ready been dead. Nothing on the walls, he concluded. Still distrustful and suspicious of where the voice was coming from, he clandestinely pulled the sheets off of him, and noiselessly set his feet on the old wooden floor. Progressively moving across the room, he grabbed his crossbow that was in his old leather bag and aimed it in front of him.

[I wonder where I am. Damn Lucifer, he gave me the wrong directions to get back! I should've known he would do this.]

Where is his voice coming from? Van Helsing thought. There was silence while Van Helsing narrowed his eyes in disbelief and glanced out the window, thinking of possible answers. This was getting too odd for him and he was Van Helsing. It was one thing to kill monsters and creatures but another thing to hear them. He couldn't be -

[No. No. No. I am NOT spending all of eternity in Van Helsing's HEAD! Lucifer I demand you get me out now you wretched thing! We made a deal! You didn't say that I would end up HERE.]

Oh God, this can't be happening, Van Helsing thought. God, Jesus, Virgin Mary, anyone, angels, anything and anyone up there listening, you can't do this to me - I'm the right hand of God! I'm the warrior of good! I serve the church -

[Wait! You can hear me?]

YES AND GET OUT OF MY HEAD NOW YOU PHYSCHO MANIAC BLOOD SUCKING NEEDY SON OF A -

[I am NOT needy and I am not a SON OF A BITCH you filthy looking greasy haired foul breath smelling in need of a good bath dirty man of a whore human!]

YOU GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HEAD NOW DRACULA!

[Believe me…I am trying to get out of here…being locked up in your dirty and filthy ignorant and perverted human mind is the least bit enjoyable. I certainly do NOT want to talk to you or hear from you or see your ugly face, much less be in your HEAD!]

Then - get - OUT!

[WHAT DO YOU THINK I'M DOING?! WALTZING?]

I REALLY DON'T WANT TO KNOW! BUT GET OUT! Van Helsing stopped yelling his thoughts in his head. There was a long stretch of silence where Gabriel could hear his breathing and his heart beat at the same time. Glancing around the room, he hoped his enemy was out of his head, for good. Gabriel shuddered. Dracula had to be gone from his head. How could he do any of his favourite things with him being there?

[Don't worry. I don't want to see you and some whore doing things in a dark alleyway or even see you naked for that matter.]

You're THERE?! STILL? Why can't you leave me ALONE?! And the feeling is mutual. I'd drop dead if I saw - ugh - I can't even think it.

[Good, because I don't WANT you to THINK it! Any thoughts of me without clothes on you have stay away from your head or anywhere near you! And yes, Van Helsing, I'm obviously still here, unfortunately, until Lucifer gets off his horny and bumpy arse and quits laughing at this sick joke of his.]

Oh God…this cannot be happening. Please, you cannot do this -

[Will you STOP praying to God?! It's bad enough he even exists, let alone, be hearing this pathetic and pitiful conversation you're having with him when he's barely paying attention to your prayer. You're talking to yourself, I hope you know. He doesn't and never listen.]

GOD?! GET HIM OUT OF HERE! MY HEAD ISN'T FOR RENT!

[He doesn't and never help also, by the way.]

Shut UP!

[Excuse me, but you're the one disturbing the peace here. I'm being a good innocent vampire who's been trapped inside the mind of a sworn holy man who's devoted his life to killing evil and who would like to kill me, and worst of all, I think you may be a virgin. Some how I can tell. It's this odd colour I can see around your clothed, thank Lucifer for that at least, body. It's white. How disturbing. Gabriel. This is very pathetic of you. Very. You are a man of how old? Well, centuries old, and yet you haven't well, done anything. I truly pity you.]

Go to hell you bastard!

[Oh I've been there. Very pleasant scenery during the torturing seasons. The sounds of - ]

Stop it. I'm not ready for the revolting fascinations you have with death and pain and torture. So stop it. Before thoughts of, God forgive me, you naked happen. Gabriel sighed happily at the silence afterwards.

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TBC