Disclaimer: blah blah blah, it's all the same
Author's note: thanks for the grammar advice...I got kinda lazy.
Chapter 2: Return
"Van Helsing?" Carl stepped out from behind a corner of a building. "I'm sorry. For what I said I mean. You might be right you know. He might give her back. It's just so... unlikely."
"Do you really believe that she can come back?" he replied. "Or are you just saying that, trying to make me feel better? Because I don't want you sympathy."
Carl was silent.
"I know you don't believe me," Gabriel went on, "But I can't give up. I can't pretend that I don't care. I can't"
"Van Helsing, wait!" cried Carl, but he had already disappeared into the thickening mist.
That night, the dream was different.
Just as before, Anna was standing there, waiting for him. But when she spoke, it wasn't 'wait for me'...
"As soon as you wake up, go to the glass-making shop behind the monastery. There will be two rooms. Go into the one on the left."
"Why?" asked Gabriel. "What will I find there?"
"I cannot explain. I don't have any time left here. Just go!"
Gabriel woke up, dripping with cold sweat. Remembering his dream, he quickly got out of bed, dressed, and made his way to the door, being as quiet as he could, as he didn't want to wake anyone and have to explain why he was out of bed in the middle of the night.
"Van Helsing?" a voice asked. "Is that you?"
Gabriel quickly went around a corner to avoid being seen by Carl, who had just come out of his room.
Those few moments where Carl was silent, listening for footsteps, breathing, or any other noise to give someone away, Van Helsing was completely still. He didn't realize that he had been holding his breath until Carl had gone back into his room and shut the door.
After a few long minutes of trying to find his way in the fog and the dark, Gabriel found the pottery shop. It was just a small building with two rooms: the one on the left for making the pieces, and the one on the right for selling them. Anna had said go to the one on the left, so he walked quietly into the room with the furnace where the glass was shaped and blown.
The room was empty. With a terrible shock, Gabriel realized that Carl had been right all along. He had just wanted Anna back so terribly that he had made his own dreams of her. He was about to go back to the monastery, when a glass sphere rolled across the floor and stopped at his feet.
"Who's there?" he asked quietly. "Show yourself!"
He looked around the room. There was no place where someone could hide. Not completely convinced that he was alone, he picked up the ball. As soon as he was standing up straight again, an electric shock ran from his hands all the way through his body. He almost yelled, but caught himself, and dropped the sphere, where it hit the floor and shattered. As soon as it broke, a blinding white light came from an unknown place, making his shield his eyes. When he had stopped blinking uncontrollably, Gabriel looked up, only to begin blinking and rubbing his eyes again.
"Anna?" he asked, for there she was, very much alive, looking as if she had never left. "How-?"
"Shhh," she said. "I will explain."
And after Gabriel had draped his coat across her shoulders, (for she had only a thin white dress on and it was a cold morning) she told him what had happened in the three months that they were apart, and why he had been having dreams.
Is this chappie better than the last one? Or is it worse? I dunno, so you get to tell me! Please review!!! I'm soooo happy! I already have 4 of them!!! Hee hee, I know, I'm easily amused. And again, sorry it's so short. I'm not good at writing long stories.
Author's note: thanks for the grammar advice...I got kinda lazy.
Chapter 2: Return
"Van Helsing?" Carl stepped out from behind a corner of a building. "I'm sorry. For what I said I mean. You might be right you know. He might give her back. It's just so... unlikely."
"Do you really believe that she can come back?" he replied. "Or are you just saying that, trying to make me feel better? Because I don't want you sympathy."
Carl was silent.
"I know you don't believe me," Gabriel went on, "But I can't give up. I can't pretend that I don't care. I can't"
"Van Helsing, wait!" cried Carl, but he had already disappeared into the thickening mist.
That night, the dream was different.
Just as before, Anna was standing there, waiting for him. But when she spoke, it wasn't 'wait for me'...
"As soon as you wake up, go to the glass-making shop behind the monastery. There will be two rooms. Go into the one on the left."
"Why?" asked Gabriel. "What will I find there?"
"I cannot explain. I don't have any time left here. Just go!"
Gabriel woke up, dripping with cold sweat. Remembering his dream, he quickly got out of bed, dressed, and made his way to the door, being as quiet as he could, as he didn't want to wake anyone and have to explain why he was out of bed in the middle of the night.
"Van Helsing?" a voice asked. "Is that you?"
Gabriel quickly went around a corner to avoid being seen by Carl, who had just come out of his room.
Those few moments where Carl was silent, listening for footsteps, breathing, or any other noise to give someone away, Van Helsing was completely still. He didn't realize that he had been holding his breath until Carl had gone back into his room and shut the door.
After a few long minutes of trying to find his way in the fog and the dark, Gabriel found the pottery shop. It was just a small building with two rooms: the one on the left for making the pieces, and the one on the right for selling them. Anna had said go to the one on the left, so he walked quietly into the room with the furnace where the glass was shaped and blown.
The room was empty. With a terrible shock, Gabriel realized that Carl had been right all along. He had just wanted Anna back so terribly that he had made his own dreams of her. He was about to go back to the monastery, when a glass sphere rolled across the floor and stopped at his feet.
"Who's there?" he asked quietly. "Show yourself!"
He looked around the room. There was no place where someone could hide. Not completely convinced that he was alone, he picked up the ball. As soon as he was standing up straight again, an electric shock ran from his hands all the way through his body. He almost yelled, but caught himself, and dropped the sphere, where it hit the floor and shattered. As soon as it broke, a blinding white light came from an unknown place, making his shield his eyes. When he had stopped blinking uncontrollably, Gabriel looked up, only to begin blinking and rubbing his eyes again.
"Anna?" he asked, for there she was, very much alive, looking as if she had never left. "How-?"
"Shhh," she said. "I will explain."
And after Gabriel had draped his coat across her shoulders, (for she had only a thin white dress on and it was a cold morning) she told him what had happened in the three months that they were apart, and why he had been having dreams.
Is this chappie better than the last one? Or is it worse? I dunno, so you get to tell me! Please review!!! I'm soooo happy! I already have 4 of them!!! Hee hee, I know, I'm easily amused. And again, sorry it's so short. I'm not good at writing long stories.