So, yeah, no idea where this came from, but it wouldn't leave me alone. Plot bunnies are definately vengeful little buggers.
Just a drabble born of watching both Van Helsing and X-Men: Origins in quick sucession. I don't recommend that, by the way.
Warning: NOT WOLVERINE: ORIGINS COMPATIBLE. If that doesn't bother you, well than read on, but I warn you, it's a weird one.
Disclaimer: I do not own Van Helsing, X-Men, Wolverine, Dracula, or Hugh Jackman. Dang.
Echoes
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"Gabriel…Oh, Gabriel…"
The voice. It calls from the flowing black around him. Surrounding him all sides. Calling him, beckoning him closer. He doesn't move.
A flash in the darkness, alabaster on ebony. Laughter like the breaking of crystal. Still he does not move.
Movement, sudden and fluid behind him; an icy, burning breath on the back of his neck. There. Gone. He remains frozen in place.
Suddenly in front of him, too close, didn't see him coming. A hand over his heart, feel the blood coursing through his veins. His muscles will not obey him; feel his heart beat out "Run, run, run" under his fingers.
"Did you think I had forgotten Gabriel? That I would let you forget?" a silky voice, dark with suppressed amusement. A mouth against his neck, teeth. Now he realizes that it isn't that he can't move. It's because he will not let him.
"I will never let you forget."
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Logan jerks awake, bolt upright in bed. Drenched in sweat.
He presses palms against his forehead, unmindful of the silver talons on his knuckles. They will not retract.
He pants, lungs screaming for air, as though he's been held under water for too long. His mind spins, he cannot remember, why can he never remember?
Laughter, cold and beautiful, in the back of his mind. A voice, sinister and heavy, a dagger sheathed in velvet.
"It must be such a burden. Such a curse, to be the left-hand of God."
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