Now, that's my first Fanfiction to Van Helsing and I know, the first chapter is a very short one… but better than nothing… Maybe you will not understand how that fic matches to VH, but in the next one you will soon realize… I hope… DC: I don't own Van Helsing, I don't earn money with this FF
Chapter1 Prologue Tarja couldn't fall asleep, it was impossible for her… Every time, she closed her bright green eyes, horrible feelings began to grow up inside her, matched to the images that appeared in her head, right to the same time… Her soul never was tortured of something like that before… Usually she didn't pay any attention to such thoughts, or ignored them completely.
But this time it was different, she felt like a sword made of fire cuts her flesh… She couldn't explain to herself anything that happened in the last few days.
It seemed her whole life had changed and nothing in what she ever believed nor all the laws of mankind or the ten commandments she had tried to follow since she could remember was important from now… Tarja couldn't bear thinking of her dreams and visions.
She felt like a sinner… though she was a good Christian… or was at least believing she was one. Her entire childhood was marked by that, she had learned to say her prayers every night (and even in the day, as she found the time to do it), never missed the service, didn't got pleasure from lust, lived a simple and chaste life… So she was a good Christian, wasn't she?
Suddenly she shook her head in horror.
No, no she wasn't, she wasn't!! She was a sinner, a sinner, a sinner!
And so she would end in hell!
A sinner, a sinner, a sinner… Damned for eternity… A sinner, a sinner, a sinner… The words began to repeat, again and again… mostly like getting in a vehicles circle Tarja was fallen in a deep, dark hole… Her thoughts followed a sinister path…which was passing through a dead world, straightway into hell… It seemed as her body would betray herself with these fiendish fantasies… given to her from the devil himself, she was sure… After a while spending alone in the dark, she turned around and went to the next window behind her.
Lustre moonlight shined through it and painted beautiful black silhouettes on the floor.
Tarja raised her head to the moon, tears ran down the tender skin of her face, far down onto her throat… "God, help me…" she whispered slightly, knowing exactly neither he'd hear her… nor someone else ever would again… Not in this night, not in this time….
And not in her life…
To be Continued
R&R, Imortalis ;)