Prologue-
She had been the strongest of all her father's children. She had killed that pathetic monster after she had lived through her family's death. Was it these things that let her live? And why, as she was grown now, did she look like that pathetic mortal wretch? So many questions… Yet no answers…Until she saw Gabriel Van Helsing. The first thing that came to her mind was one word. "Revenge."
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Anna was on his mind day and night. That was what had driven him to go back to Transylvania. As he tossed and turned in bed that night, Van Helsing remembered how she had saved him with love, bravery, cleverness, and skill. What had he done for her in return? Killed her.
Back at the Holy Order's Vatican, they told him that it hadn't been his fault, but he wasn't so sure. It had been his hands that had done the killing, no matter what form he had been in. It was himself whom he had to live with afterward.
The Count had been killed by then, though. Van Helsing had also found some of his own past. He would rather have Anna than all of those things, he knew. So now he was here in search of a way to rest in peace, as Anna's soul had.