Welcome to the Sequeal to The Dark Side of the Moon. If you haven't read that story I ask that you do before you continue reading this, or it may make little sense. Also I'm not sure Dracula will make an apperince, but he may. I'll make it up later by making a Dracula fic after this one. Pls enjoy and remember I own nothing from Van Helsing.


"Wake up Van Helsing."

He heard her words fade into the darkness as his eyes opened. For the first hundred years he would bolt straight up and scream her name for hours. Usually that ended up waking everyone in the house where he slumbered, and the question of his sanity. Now in the year nineteen ninety nine he had learned to keep his pain and loss to himself. Sighing, he sat up in the darkness of the room and noticed a shadow woman dressed in a pale blue maids outfit straddling the chair of the desk in his room.

"I thought you would never wake," she laughed as she turned the desk light on that made her black hair glow slightly. Standing up she grabbed a silver tray that contained a pitcher and glass of water, and walked over to the bed. "Are you the mysterious Alexandros Gabriele Van Helsing?"

"Depends on who's asking," he said as she sat the tray down on the table and walked back to straddle the chair. He eyed the water suspiciously, even though his throat was dry from the nightmare, he refused to drink. "So who are you?"

"My name is Rowan," she sighed, and knew she had better tell some of the truth to get the truth she needed out of him. After all how many Van Helsing fakes could be left. "I am a witch who works for Erie Knoll, and have been sent to find you by my Goddess."

"Hecate," he hissed. Rowan dropped her jaw, and then started laughing hysterically. "I do not find this funny."

"Sorry," Rowan said as she calmed herself. "But why would an Irish witch serve a Greek Goddess? But you are somewhat correct. I am in the service of Sweet Bridget, whom Hecate has come to ask a favor of. The favor of which I speak is to find Van Helsing. So tell me are you he?"

"I am," Van Helsing growled, as he grabbed the glass of water and took a sip. "But I refuse to be Hecate's puppet!"

"Aww how cute," Rowan giggled as she stood. "Too bad you really don't have a choice."

"I said no," Van Helsing said as he left the bed, only clad in a pair of boxers. Fighting off the slight drowsiness he felt, and started to head towards the bathroom. "Now leave!"

"Stupid male," Rowan snorted as he staggered and gripped the wall. "You were correct with you suspicions of the water. I spiked it with a sleeping drought. Foolish man, you cannot out smart a witch."

"Witch!" Van Helsing roared as he fought to stay away. "Bitch is more like it!"

"Like I haven't heard that one before," Rowan sighed as she watch his eyes start to close as he slid down the wall. "You are all the same, when will you realize you cannot disobey orders from the other side." She knelt down and poked his arm, satisfied he was asleep she stood up. "Carlton."

"Oh you mean I can finally come in," a boy of eighteen sighed as he walked in. moving his shoulder length shaggy blond hair from his gray eyes, he stared down at Van Helsing. "Eric isn't going to like this."

"I do not care what you boyfriend thinks," Rowan replied, a little agitated at her help on this mission. "Remember I am second degree witch and you are an appetence under my charge. Now do your duty, and pick that up and let's go."

"Yes oh mistress," Carlton replied, sarcasm laced his voice like venom. Snapping around to glare at him, her brown eyes locked on his gray ones. "Sorry."

"If you wish to make it in this realm of Magick you must learn to respect your elders," Rowan lectured him again. Head held high she walked from the room, and Carlton slung Van Helsing over his shoulder following her out. As he walked out into the cold night air, he hoped Van Helsing wouldn't freeze in the cold November air. "Carlton, keep up the pace."

"Sorry," he sighed, beginning to wish he never accepted the invitation to join the Erie Knoll. Ever since Rowan was assigned as his mentor, he wanted for the first time in his life not to have powers. She was cold towards him, never telling him why she was cold to him and it filled him with such irritation. It was as if he was more of a problem then a help, a thorn in her side. "It's hard to keep up with you while I carry Mr. Eye Candy over here."

"Carlton," she hissed threw her teeth. "I tire of your constant moaning. Justwalk in silence back to house."

"Yes master," Carlton sighed. The walk back to the house was left in silence, and they went unnoticed. After all it was 3am and they were in Philadelphia, no one would questioned them about Carlton carrying Van Helsing. If they did, Rowan would explain he passed out after having too much to drink and they were merely making sure he arrived home safely. Walking down Hazelnut street, they entered a white house on the corner of the street.

"We're back," Rowan called out as she held the door open for Carlton. A slightly short man with dark brown hair looked up at them over his newspaper from where he sat on the couch.

"A success," he nodded his head approvingly. "Dump him on the couch."

"Eric," Rowan growled. "I'm tired of being your dog and fetching. Now give me a real mission, or I will walk."

"Go check on Adrienne," he laughed, as he walked over to Van Helsing.

"You think you are all high and mighty just because you are a degree higher then me," she muttered as she climbed the stairs. "Just wait till I get you back."

"You couldn't dress him before you decided to carry him," he said as he looked to Carlton who had sat next to him.

"Eric," Carlton looked at him pleadingly. "I did as I was told!"

"I'm sure Carlton," Eric huffed as he went back to his paper. Meanwhile upstairs Rowan was opening the door to Adrienne's current room. Staring at the strange girl who sat Indian style on the light purple sheets of her bed, mediating Rowan entered the room.

"Something I can help you with," Adrienne said, keeping her eyes closed. Looking around eighteen, Adrienne did not know her age or anything else, as her memory had been wiped out when she came to the Erie Knoll temple over in Ireland. Her pleas of her memory and life were answered in the form of Rowan, who was going to bring her the one thing that could relase her memories. Having no clue what that item could be, Adrienne spent most of her time searching her mind for answers until Rowan's search for the key was over.

"Tell me who you really are," Rowan joked as she sat down next to her and tossed her long black hair to the side. Knowing fully well Adrienne did not know the answer, she had started the jest since they met, and it became their kind of greeting.

"I wish I knew," she sighed, as her head fell forward, feeling lower then normal. Her curly brownish red hair hid her face from view as a frown marred her lips. "Hecate has some purpose for me being here, or she would not have lead me to you and we would not have come to this city."

"Aye," Rowan sighed as she leaned back on the bed, following Adrienne's dark mood. "They always seemed to have a purpose for us, and we have no choice but to follow."

"Didn't you volunteer to do this?" Adrienne asked as she streched her legs. "Didn't you have a choice?"

"Aye," Rowan laughed. "I did have a choice whether or not to serve Sweet Bridget and work of the Erie Knoll. I chose this life, and now I continue to choose to follow it, to live it."

"Choices," Adrienne muttered as her head shot up. Her green eyes locked with Rowan's browns one. "I have never been able to choose. Why?"


Can anyone guess what might be going through this little mind of mine? If you can you might wish to check you sanity, as I have lost mine long ago. LOL. Reviews are welcomes as normal. Till next time.