Note: This fanfic was spawned from me asking three questions, how did Dracula know about the serum, who made the serum and how did VH obtain the rectangular scars on his back, and so a story was formed in my head.

Part 1: Until We Meet Again

Disclaimer: Don't own Van Helsing, Stephen Sommers does, (as does Bram Stoker) wish he would consider a lycanthropic story for VH2 though.

He carried Anna's lifeless body out of the castle, Carl walked behind him with Frankenstein's monster. The grief was clear to see, but for once, Van Helsing didn't care.

"Where will you go from here" said Carl to the monster.

"Somewhere that I will be left alone, although I have found a friend in you and Van Helsing, I have to go somewhere, away from prying eyes" he replied.

As they re-emerged through the gateway, he placed her on the floor and looked at her. She looked as if she were sleeping. Carl broke the silence "Be strong in the knowledge that she and her family finally get to enter St Peter's gate". With that Carl and the monster left him, as at that time he was inconsolable. Van Helsing then scooped up her body and placed it on what was once her bed.

Something within him had changed. Before Van Helsing had to worry about destroying whatever evils he encountered or was told to destroy. Now, more than ever, he felt a great swell of pity for them, especially the shape shifters, as just a couple of hours ago, he was a werewolf with rage and senses tenfold what they were when he was a human.

Yet, although cured from lycanthropy, the beast had left his scar on Van Helsing, and although it wasn't visible, he could feel it still sleeping now inside of him.

Exhausted by the changes he had undertaken that night and of the grief of loosing Anna, he finally rested his weary head on the couch and, not to long after that, found himself dreaming.

Dream Scene:

"You have destroyed all trace of him" asked a man Van Helsing knew from……somewhere; he couldn't place from where though.

"Yes, your family are safe" he replied.

"Where will you go from here" the man asked.

"Up north, I have to retrieve the cure" he replied

A light then enveloped the man that he was talking to and the next thing he knew, he found himself running, and then he felt the searing pain.

He woke up, setting moonlight now filtered into the room. He put on his regular clothes, as he was still wearing the torn up clothes from the night before. Van Helsing carried out Anna's body to the carriage; they then rode to the sea and said goodbye to Frankenstein's monster. Van Helsing and Carl then made their way to a mountain top overlooking the sea; they then constructed a pyre and lay her in the centre. He then lit a torch and stepped up to the pyre and lit the branches underneath.

He looked at her as he did so, a mixture of sadness and anger welled up inside of him, he could have sacrificed himself for her, he would have, and he loved her so much to a point that he couldn't imagine falling in love with anyone else. He watched in sadness as the flames enveloped her body.

Carl, his friend read from the bible.

The smoke from the pyre wafted upwards, Van Helsing looked down, emotionally bruised and feeling betrayed by the god that he had his trust in for as long as he could remember. Then he felt it, something was lifting his head up. Then he saw her, or at least her outline in the sky.
He was shocked on seeing her, he wanted to follow her, he wanted to be with her so much, he staggered trying to follow her, but then he saw them, the entire line of Valerious seemed to gather around her. She looked out at the sea and then looked at him and smiled at him as she shed a tear. He didn't want her to go, she can't go, he wouldn't let her, he was devastated, and she was so close to him. Carl saw it too, and he placed his hand on Van Helsing's shoulder trying to console him. And then they disappeared into the dawn sky, he saw her smile for a few minutes more before she disappeared also. Her final gift to him was reassurance that she was going to be ok, if she did live, who knew what greater evil he would have lost her to. A feeling of peace came over him, he realised that she was finally with her family that she longed to see and was tortured on loosing.

He was happy for her, happy that she found peace; he knew though that he was a going to be a long time trying to find his own peace, but now he knew that it was tangible, possible, and he saw it thanks to her.

Goodbye Anna, until we meet again he thought as he looked forward at the dawn sun that dissolved the long night previous.

The pyre burned to embers as Van Helsing and Carl mounted their Transylvanian steeds and rode across the seemingly endless golden wheat fields which led them to a harbour town.