Alison de Gentille was an American girl travelling Europe in the late 1800's. Her travels have led her to Transylvania to study history there. She has recently rented a room at the Inn in a small town there, and the villagers have been telling her about the mysterious castle that lies just beyond their boundaries. Being a history major, she decides to check it out. Alison grew up in the small town of Elizabethton in central Indiana, and was raised on a farm. Her parents recently died in an accident, and that is why she has decided to leave the country. She is a beautiful girl with curly auburn hair that goes to her shoulders. Her eyes are ice blue, and she has a small nose and mouth. Her skin is pale, but her ceeks and lips are rosy. Her breasts are voluptuous, but her waist is small. She is 5'4" tall. She is intelligent, very intelligent, and funny. She is a sweet, innocent virgin who goes to church every sunday, and is kind natured. She may seem ditsy, but she has a genius level IQ. She can get almost anything she wants with her voluptuous figure and pretty face, but don't underestimate her...

Alison woke up early on a sunday morning and stretched. She had to get ready for Mass, and she only had 3/4 of an hour. She washed her face, put on her prettiest rose colored dress, and brushewd out her curls. She walked to the local church with her bible in her hand. As she walked in the door, she noticed everyone looking at the new girl. Her. All eyes were upon this stranger. She quietly took a seat in the back and didn't make a sound until the hymns were to be sung. Her beautiful voice echoed off the walls, and she quieted herself down a bit. Her mother's voice had manifested itself in Alison, and sometimes it caused unnecessary atttention. After the service, she walked outside and sat by the well to read her newly aquired version of John Keats' poetry. As sge sat, completely engrossed in her book, she didn't even notice all the villagers running into their houses because of the approaching sunset. She was still reading, when all of the sudden, she saw a tall man in a black coat tackle her and shoot a cross bow at something in the sky. When she looked up, she saw that it was a winged creature of some sort and she gasped. She had never seen a mythical creature before, and after seeing the thing's face, she didn't want to again.

She turned around to look at her rescuer and she saw a ruggedly handsome man with brown wavy hair, an unshaven face, a long black coat and a black hat. She had studied in Paris before coming here and he looked strangely familiar to her. But this was no time for catching up, he had just saved her life.

"Come with me..." He said as he took her hand and they ran into the church. He sat her down on a pew and said, "You stay here. DO NOT go outside. For some reason they're going after you, and you'll be safe in here." He ran outside again and began fighting the strange creatures. She ran to the window and watched him battling the demons. He was a fierce warrior, but the flying monsters were vicious also. She looked at their faces and realized that they wree quite human. There were two women and one man. She could also see fangs. Finally it hit her. She had heard legends about these monsters from Transylvania, but she never believed them until now. Vampires. That's what they were. That's why they could only come after dusk. She continued to watch until the mysterious man had scared them away. He came back into the church, took his hat off and knelt down by where she was sitting.

"Are you from around here?" He asked with a heavy British accent.

"No... I'm just a traveller." She said with her slight American twang.

He seemed to think for a moment. "Did you know them?" He asked.

"No! That's the first time I've ever seen anything like that." She said, still shaken up about the whole thing.

"Hmm... I think you'd better stay with me." He said and then took her hand to lead her to his hotel room. She kept trying to get a word in edgewise, but he seemed in such a big hurry that it was unimportant. Finally, when they reached his room, she was able to sit down and ask him some questions.

"Why were they after me? What are they? And who are you?" She asked all at once in a slightly upset manner.

He just laughed and answered her. "Alright. First of all, I have no idea. Secondly, Vampires. And last, I am Van Helsing. Pleased to meet you." He held out his hand, and she gave him hers. He lightly kissed it and returned it to a now blushing Alison.