Chapter; Helping the daughter of an vampire demon.

"We are sending you to the east, to the far side of Romania. A cursed land... you onced visited before... Transylvania. You have been assigned to protect Kathryn Natalia Heller, the daughter of Count Vladislaus Dracula. You think of why you have been assigned to protect the daughter of the man who you were sent to destroy before, hundred years ago. Kathryn came to us over eleven years ago after running away from her father. She proved to us that she was nothing like her father and wanted to be free of him, of the curse she holds within her."

"Once you find her, protect her at all costs from her vampyre father. Do not allow her to fall under the curse that she is bestowed with... if she does however... fall under the curse then free her of it at once."

Gabriel Van Helsing lowered the letter down from his gaze, written by his supervisor, Cardinal Johnson. In the envelope was a picture of the woman he was assigned to protect. Her hair was pulled from her face, held by a silver clip, with her fringe and bangs framing her face. Her eyes were brightest shade of blue, very much like her father's. Around her throat, she wore a silver thick cross, given to her by his supervisor, in an attempt to protect her from her father's control.

Sitting opposite him was his new partner, Kailon Craven. The young man was loading his silver revolver with silver bullets. The sound of clicking the chamber was the only sound beside the train's moving tracks. Once he was finished with clicking his gun, he smoothed his hair back and leaned back in his very-comfortable seat, eyes growing weary. "How long have we got until we reach Vaseria?"

"About two and an half hours. Get some rest because where we going is where you will be most shocked." His partner said softly. "You will need to be alert all the time."

Kailon just gazed at the older monster hunter with wondering of why he was so cold towards people around him. Just what happened to him?

X

After praying to Cardinal Johnson and Father Matthews, she stood to her full height, crossing her chest twice for luck and strength, and picked her sword from the ground. The small half dozen candles warmed her. Her ponytail flicked over her right shoulder. Her hand removed her pistol from her holster and checked the ammo chamber, finding the right amount of bullets within the holder before sliding it back in and replacing the pistol back into her holster on her right thigh. She turned to move out from the abandoned church, with her eyes and head held high. Her boots echoed as she walked.

What she didn't know that she was about to be strucked by three old familiar faces from her past.

Once the train stopped, both men stepped off with their bags with them, in hand, and set to move out. They walked through the broken-down path that leads to Vaseria.

Shivers passed down their spines, especially's Van Helsing who was reminded of long ago what he had to do with this monster and the woman he loved.

'Anna...' he thought. Her name made him smile at the image of her smile on her face. Her brown eyes twinkling in the sunlight and showing happiness within, that she held for so long. 'At least... you're at peace,' he thought as he gazed into the morning sky with dark clouds soon looming in.

Now, she was with her family, all the generations, together at last, without Dracula.

"Van Helsing..." his partner said as his eyes caught something in the far. "Look."

The monster hunter's eyes caught something in the background. It was bigger than anything bat-form he had seen. It was black, in colour, with fourteen-fifteen wing-spans and icy-blue eyes. He knew instantly of who it was and why he was there. Behind it were three more creatures like the black one except smaller and grey.

"We need to hurry, Kailon." Luckily his partner knew what he meant and followed, quickening their steps.

X

Hour before, The Count returned from his hunt, and search. Blood dripped down his dark chin, down his throat. He shifted back to his human form, the blackness replaced by his pale skin and his wings folded underneath his arms, over his chest. His hair held back by his golden hair-clip. His blue eyes closing as he licked the escaped blood with his pink tongue.

"Kathryn... my darling daughter," he thought of his precious daughter, he kept wondering of what he did to make her leave. She always smiled, of her own choice and always made him smile, making him feel like he had a soul again despite being un-dead.

"Why did you run away? Why did you go?"

He asked that question, over and over, and yet had no reply or answer to appeal to him. His brides, her stepmothers, tried to make him forget her by offering to giving him a child- a son. Why would they do that? Why would they, or rather Lilly and Theresa, go to the trouble of trying to give him a child- a son? instead of a daughter?

He didn't nor want another a child, a son, because Kathryn is all he wants and she is the best thing he ever had. She made him feel like a father, a true father and now.

She was gone.

Then a thought struck him. "Why would she leave on that day when she could have left the night before? or during the morning when we all slept?" the weather on that night was very windy and snowy as well as a blizzard coming into view. The night before, was sunny and had no sign of rain or cloud in the sky.

"What caused you to leave this household..." he asked the most recent question. "on that night, Kathryn?"

A knock on the door of his chamber caught his attention. He waved his hand and the lock, which was placed upon the doors, clicked open and strolled in was his three gorgeous brides, Verona in front, and, Theresa and Lilly behind her.

"Master?"

His blue orbs moved towards his eldest bride and placed his cold lips upon her left cheek, showing affection the bride he trusted most. "Verona,"

He moved to kiss his other bride's cheeks and saying their names too with showing the same affection he shared with Verona. "Theresa... Lilly,"

X

As Gabriel and Kailon passed through the pillars of Vaseria's church, the sound of moaning and hissing caught their ears and they turned to find their goal surrounded by three female vampires, one who he recognised as Verona.

The clicking of his gun caught their interest as they were about to bite Kate on the neck, that was bared by force. "Unhand the woman." Verona's head snapped towards her murderer whilst her sisters held their grip on Kate.

Her two new sisters, Lilly and Theresa dropped Kate onto the ground with no regret and stood by their older sisters. Lilly wrapped her fingers around the wood and pulled out the brown thick cross, from her shoulder with force, blood leaking down her front, ruining her gown. "Oh? There is nothing ladylike about her!"

Theresa stepped forward, her blue gown-skirt falling open, revealing her slender thighs, her dark hair trailing down her bare back. "Welcome to Vaseria-"she began to say.

"So nice to see you again," spoke Verona, only to interrupt her younger sister. Her hand rested on her bare hip, near the silk green material that clung to her body.

Gabriel turned his gaze towards the eldest bride, "I see you been sent to help our master's daughter out in her guest to vanquish her father then?"

His orbs darted to Kate, from where he stood. Her hands rested in front of her face and arms crossed over one another. Her light-coloured hair lay over her back, over her jacket, in a long ponytail. Her pistol lay not from her grasp... twenty to thirty inches.

"This is Kathryn Natalia Heller?" her name seemed to make their shift to their partially vampire forms. "Yes... but consider her, from this moment onwards, a ghost."

They all lunged themselves quickly at him and Kailon but missed as the two men dodged. Lilly landed forward and blasted away the wooden chairs with her power. Her two sisters, Verona and Theresa, surrounded her, by each side, and formed a protection shield around her, made of purple energy.

Van helsing grabbed and pulled out his dual revolvers. He unloaded shot after shot of bullets towards the eldest bride of Dracula.

Kailon ran towards the second oldest bride and with all his physical strength, knocked her to the ground, with him on top. Theresa struggled to move with the young hunter pinning her arms down, though she didn't understand how he could do this despite them being different.

Her yellow orbs flashed red and in an instant, she stood to her full height and held him by the back of his neck with one hand. "You think you can touch me like that? How dare you!"

He smirked and laughed, regardless of the situation. "No... How dare you!?"

Her anger subsided and she became confused, her facial expression changing. 'Why?' she thought.

While she wasn't looking, Kailon grabbed his secret cross from within his jacket and thrusted it into her chest, over the part where her breasts were shown. She leapt back as she arched in pain. The silver cross continued to burn her skin as she tried to remove it, bleeding furiously over her dress.

"Verona! Lilly! Help me!" she screamed with all her might. Verona whipped round and punched the monster hunter back with only her hand before leaping to her injured sister. Due to being older and more experienced, she was more resistant to pain unlike her younger sisters. Her index finger nail slid underneath the silver and with force, forced it from her skin, revealing the redness of burnt skin. Her skin started to repair itself, little by little; nonetheless the pain was still there.

She leaned back into her sister's embrace and moaned softly as the pain disappeared.

"We must return to Master immediately of what we discovered!" she gasped out, in breathing through the pain. Theresa nodded, not really caring.

Just as Kailon was about to strike the elder bride with a silver stake in hand, they disappeared from sight and returned to their lord. Lilly, opened her mouth and allowed her fangs to elongate to their right length, hissing madly. She leapt into the air and whipped three hundred and sixty degrees as her clothing was absorbed into her skin and allowed her massive wings to sprout from her, now, bare back.

Her pink short nails grew into long black claws on her hands and feet. She flew straight at Van helsing, much faster than he expected and curled her hand into a fist before lunging it at him, connecting with his face.

"Van Helsing!" Kailon shouted as the bride hitted the hunter again and again, in the face.

"Die!" she screamed over and over.

"You first,"

The sound of a gun being fired was heard and both men saw the bride clutch her chest as a silver bullet pierced through the middle of her chest and out. The bullet ripped her heart to pieces and in seconds, she turned to grey ash.

They looked behind the fallen bride to see Kate holding her right pistol in her right hand, while her other was steadying her against the large stone behind her. On her head were a black bruise forming and a small cut near the wound, blood leaking down the side of her face.

Kailon moved towards her, placing his hand on her upper left arm before she yanked her arm from his grip, by force. She started to walk pass them, ignoring her head wound.

"Wait! We've been sent to help you kill your father!" Kailon said loudly in an attempt to stop her from walking from them and allow him to clean her wound.

"Oh?" she stopped half-way to the church doors. "Yes... by Cardinal Johnson... and Father Matthews. They told us of your..." her eyes moved to the side at the mention of her origin. "Origin and wished for us to help you be free of your past and... father,"

"How?" she asked them.

"By using his weakness against him, again,"

X

"Master!"

Verona shouted with all her might as she traced down her sire. Theresa, who was still moaning and groaning, held onto her elder sister as their master found them in the hall. His face was full of concern and hatred as he approached his second bride and scanned her over before knowing what damage she took and how bad it was.

He slid his arms under her back and knees before raising her with him. He moved towards her bedchamber and placed her down on her bed. Verona moved to grab an imprisoned villager from the basement below, fetching blood for her sister. The blood has the potential, for vampires, to heal from the most dangerous wounds within seconds to minutes. Dracula was the single one amongst their kind to have the ability to heal from fatalist gash ever, either through his blood or power.

"Master," Theresa moaned through the gash as her chest continued to burn with unbearable throbbing over her heart. Tears began to fill her eyes with sorrow as she was forced to think about how she might die from this wound. 'I don't want to die' she thought.

Dracula sensed her distress and told her via her mind. 'You won't'

Verona came at the right moment and forced a villager onto his knees before her master and sister. She brought her right index finger to the jugular vein and pieced it until blood leaked from it. Theresa, weakly, moved herself, by crawling, to the villager and wrapped her arms around him before unleashing her fangs upon his bleeding neck, draining him dry.

His blood entered her system and healed her in seconds; the burnt cross on her chest healed but became an outline scar. The pain stopped and allowed her to fall unconscious into her master's waiting arms. Sleep overtaking her.

He rose with his bride in his arms and placed her back on the bed, gently to not wake her from her sleep. He used his tips to brush her hair from her face and chest. The wound had healed yet left a heavy scar outline of the cross over her chest, just above her breasts.

"Master... we have news on Kathryn."

The mention of his daughter's name caught his attention and turned to face Verona. Hope rose onto his face and into his eyes as he waved his hand for her to continue. "We found her in the church of Vaseria as she attempted to hunt more creatures down as we fed upon the humans... but-"

She stopped brutally before continuing on, "Then Lilly went after her and tried to kill her... until Van Helsing stopped her and saved her. Right now, she is with them, my lord."

"What do you want me to do?"

The Count had many thoughts running through his mind at this time of Kathryn having returned since that night. He thought of how she looked now as an adult of course. Her hair would be longer and fuller, he imagined. Her blue eyes would be the same size as his, mischievous.

A smile rose upon his lips and answered, "Nothing yet. Just let her come to us."