NAME: Angel of Tragedy

MOVIE: Van Helsing

RATING: R

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Van Helsing (only in my wildest dreams, I'm sure ya'll wanted to know that. . )

CLAIMER: I own Tragedy Angel, no stealing!

WARNINGS: Violence Sexual Content Angst AUTHOR'S NOTE: Don't flame me if you think these people are 'Mary-Sues' or out of character or whatever!
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If you don't like it don't read it!

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CHAPTER 1: TRAGEDY

Dragging her, beating her, down through the streets of her doom. Not fully aware of where she was, she tried to open her eyes. The only thing she saw for the few seconds was the ground, then blood, all over her. Another blow to the face made her eyes almost swell shut. Head pounding, eyes and face black and blue mixed with red, she felt them lifting her into the air, then she felt the cold, damp, cobblestones on all of her cuts, gashes, and whiplashes. Her clothes stuck to her, well what was left of them, because of the blood that blanketed her horrific wounds. Somehow she was enjoying the taste of her blood, it puzzled her, her thoughts were interrupted by the demonic voice her sentencer beginning.

"Kill her! Death to the vile creature!"

"Why do you treat her this way?" a man in black emerged from the shadows.

"She is guilty of murder! You know nothing of her crimes!"

"I know no one should be treated this way! She is not evil, I would know."

"How?"

"My name is Van Helsing. . .I can sense evil. . ." the crowds backed away as Van Helsing walked toward the girl. He leaned down and removed her blood-soaked hood. She winced at the touch,' I may be wounded, but I still have spirit!' she thought.

"It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you, I'm here to help you," he gently brushed away her matted hair from her face. She begins to struggle and try to fight him off, he took a syringe from his pocket and grabbed her arm. Since she was weak she was no match for him, he tried to be as careful as he could as the needle entered her skin not to hit anything but muscle. She jerked away as the needle was withdrawn, but soon she saw nothing but darkness.

She awoke with a splitting headache and cold cloths on her. She tried to move, but found herself bound by fabric restraints,' He's not only saved me, now he wants to keep me,' she thought. She began to try and break her bonds.

"No, please don't. As I said, I am not here to hurt you. If you lay still I'll cut you free," he took out a knife and started toward her slowly, trying not to scare her. She looked at him with strong, yet frightened eyes.

"You must not run away from me," he said quietly," I will let you go as soon as soon as you are healed. It looks as if you've been through a great deal," he paused seeing her flinch as he slid the knife under the fabric binding her leg," be still," he cut the first, she tried to move her leg.

"Don't it's broken," he touched the area of the break softly, she grimaced pain.

When she was free of her bonds he grabbed some pillows and placed them beneath her back. She looked at his eyes, puzzled,' Why has this man saved me?' she thought.

"Well I see you don't talk much," he said," well that's alright. When, or should I say if, you'd like to talk to me about anything I am very good about keeping secrets," he began to remove vials from a nearby cabinet," If you need anything at all," he handed her a small bell," ring this."

'Oh, I'll ring something alright, how about your neck?!' she smiled to herself.

"Here, you've got your choice," he held vials in one hand and a syringe in the other," you can try to drink this horrible stuff, or I can give you an injection," he looked at her. She looked very nervous, almost scared," Which will it be?" her expression didn't change," If you're thinking I'm going to poison you, I'm not. What good would come to me from killing after all the hell I went through to save you? Choose. . ."

She made no movement or sound for a few moments, it appeared as if she was gathering her strength.

"Just point, don't strain your voice," he tried to talk as softly as he could, not to frighten her,' Maybe it's because I'm a man, or is she just frightened? She looks so familiar I. . ." his thoughts were interrupted as she pointed to the syringe.

"Good choice," he turned and felled the syringe with several different colored liquids," I can give you all of these at once instead of separately this way, less pain for you," he sat on the bed next to her, realizing now how truly beautiful she was. She raised her arm and placed it on his lap, obviously eager for the pain-killers in his hand.

"I understand, here," as soon as the medicine was in her, she began to relax.

"Now that you trust me; somewhat anyway, those bloody clothes are going to give you an infection, I have some others you can wear, too you're getting blood on my sheets. Don't worry about it, those are the old one, I've gotten my blood on them too, so they're already stained," he got out a plain white gown. She sat up farther and took it.

"I know, I'm leaving," he started for the door, and shut it behind him.

Alone, at last she decided to see exactly what was wrong with her. Reluctantly she pulled back the blankets and saw only blood-soaked leather. She cut all of the old bloody leather off her, casting it aside on the floor. Her left arm hurt too much to move so she tried to slide the gown on starting at her feet. She go to her thighs, but when she tried to raise herself up, she couldn't help but emit a small cry of anguish.

There was a knock on the door, startled and fragile, she jerked her body to face the sound and fell off of the bed, crying out again, this time not caring if he heard her.

"Are you alright in there?" he waited for an answer," I'm coming in," he stepped into her room and rushed to her side. He picked her up in an almost fatherly embrace.

"There, there, easy," she felt him grab her gown, and begin to fight him again.

"Now, quit that, you've got two broken limbs, you don't need another. I'm not going to hurt you, I swear it," she fought him even more vigorously," shhhhh. . . .if I was going to hurt you, I would have done it by now," his words meant nothing to her, however," Please," he almost begged," do not make me do this!" she saw a vial out of the corner of her eye and a syringe next to it," please," he pleaded once more. When she wouldn't stop fighting him, he reached for the needle. He suddenly doubled over in pain and fell to the floor in agony, eyes tightly closed he struggled to restrain a scream, yet he could hold it no longer. Her ears rang as his cry filled the night air. Blood spilled from his side. He looked at her and saw the shock embedded in her features.

He gasped," Yes, that's right," he said painfully attempting to sit up again," while saving you I was shot. I don't blame you for not trusting me. . .but I'm not giving up either. This vial contains no sedatives, only something to relieve the tension in you aching muscles. Now I. . ." he fell back to the floor," if you wish to run, fine; but you won't get far without tearing open your wounds. Can you please just trust me?"

AN: Hope ya'll liked chapter 1! REMEMBER, NO FLAMES IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT DON'T READ IT DAMMIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!