Disclaimer: I do not own Van Helsing or Phantom of the Opera. All credits of Van Helsing goes to Universal Pictures and all credits of Phantom of the Opera goes to Warner Bros. Pictures and Andrew Lloyd Webber.

Prologue

Late one evening, Christine was lying in bed asleep, having the same dream that she's been having for the past six months. Every night in the dream, Christine would be running through the woods, dressed in a forest green dress. In her dreams, she was always being playfully chased by a man who was dressed in black. And he would always catch her every time. Then the scene would change from happy and content to complete and utter fear. Christine would find herself tied to a wooden stake, struggling to get loose. Then she saw the same man, who was in the woods with her, being held back by a group of men.

"Vlad, please help me!" she would always cry out. "Don't let them do this! Don't let them hurt me! Help me, Vlad, please!"

But no matter how much she would call out to him, he could never get to her. He was always being held back by the men who made sure he wouldn't go near her. Then one of the men would come towards her with a lit torch and he would light the piles of wood that surrounded her on fire. Christine's eyes widened with fear as she saw the flames.

Christine screamed as the flames gotten bigger and closer to her. The ropes around her seemed to get tighter as she struggled against them. But no matter what she did, she could never get free.

"CHRISTINE!"

Then Christine's eyes snapped opened and she jolted up in bed, breathing heavily. Every night, she would have this dream and every night it would always end the same. Christine looked over at the clock on her nightstand, which read 2:47 am. Christine just sighed and laid her head back on the pillow and went to close her eyes, until she heard a voice calling her name.

"Christine…Christine…"

Christine opened her eyes, sat up in bed and looked around her room. She looked around for the person who owns the voice, but no one was there.

"Come back to me, Christine…Come back…" the voice called again.

Christine just shook her head, thinking that she just imagined it. She looked around her room once more before she lay back down and went back to sleep.

Author's Note:

I'm so sorry that the prolouge is so short, but not to worry the story will get better. Not sure when the next chapter will be up, but I do hope soon! And for those who are reading my Labyrinth story: Help from an Unlikely Source, don't worry that story will be updated soon.

So please tell me what you think and if anyone has any idea for this story and/or for Help from an Unlikely Source, let me know by reviewing or by sending me a message.

see you soon,

roseangel21