Devil's Triangle
A/N: Twist and turn, twist and turn, twist and- O.O! I've been found! Run!! I must hide my twisted plans for poor VH and Anna or it will become.. -blood drains from face- MAJOR SPOILERS!! AHHHH!! -screams and runs around until Elwyndra trips and falls over face- Okay.. umm.. please continue:D lol I'd really love that!
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Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the fabulous movie, Van Helsing! And nor the words Carl and Anna are saying while they talk about finding the door. That was all from the book. (:
Summary: AU: What if Anna had been the one who was bitten by Velkan instead, and Van Helsing has no choice but for Anna to kill Dracula instead? Will all go according to plan? Or will all fall away in pieces? VH/Dracula, VH/Anna, Anna/Dracula
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Chapter Three – Falling into the Cold Embrace
"I've got it!" Carl cried out amidst the silence of his thinking and the clinking of Anna's scabbard touching the floor few times as she waited impatiently for him to continue. The Friar's eyes sparkled with what looked like excitement and uneasiness at the same time. He had one free hand, but in the other, he gripped a certain piece of torn painted cloth tightly in his grasp. Anna raised an eyebrow, a questioning look on her face, but Carl soon answered quickly.
"I understand it; All of it! The lost piece to the door we're searching for... It's right here! But I will get to that. First, I need to explain everything to you."
"Carl! What are you waiting for? Tell me!" Anna shouted.
"Oh yes, uh, here let me show you something-" Carl spoke in mid-sentence as he grabbed a book in latin. He flipped through the pages quickly and stopped when he found the chapter. He read out, quickly translating the language into English. "According to this, when Dracula died, he made a pact with the Devil-"
"--And was given new life..." Anna guessed from the look on Carl's face, who nodded with a grimace on his face.
"But the only way to sustain himself was to drink from the very creatures he once was," the Friar spoke and then shut the book in his hands.
He placed it back in where it was with a gentle, farewell pat of its cover. Anna almost saw a look of tender love, the kind you only see a mother have when they care for their children.
This made the Princess smile for just a mild second, but her thoughts were thrown aside into the back of her head when Carl held an even larger book with him. It looked like it had been neglected from human hands, carrying dust for ages and ages. The pages had turned a brown-yellow color, but it could almost have looked golden at the same time. Carl opened the front cover and then read from the right pages.
"Your ancestor, having sired this evil creature, went to Rome to seek forgiveness from God, and that's when the bargain was made," Carl continued with a sad look on his face. "-Valerious the Elder was to kill his own son in return for eternal salvation of his entire family, right down the line and all the way..." Carl paused, gulping, "to you, Anna."
Carl's eyes flicked towards Anna. The Princess nodded.
"But he couldn't do it. As evil as Dracula was, my ancestor could not kill his own son."
This time it was Carl's turn to agree with her, "So he banished Dracula to an Icy fortress, sending him through a door from which there was no return. But the Devil, cunning and twisted as he could be, gave him wings to roam free."
After Carl spoke, Anna turned to him with a questioning look. "Alright, so where is this door?" The Friar had grinned when the Princess had asked him this question.
"This is where this cloth comes in to the picture-" The teared cloth Anna had seen Carl hold tightly before came into her view. She could smell how old it was, and see how aged it was especially from its color. But what caught her eyes were the latin inscription written on it. She read what it wrote, and immediately understood what it meant. She gaped at it, as if disbelieving her own eyes. Anna turned to look at Carl. "Where did Van Helsing get that? H-How?" Anna gasped.
"The Vatican had held onto this artifact for quite a while, which must have originally been in Valerious the Elder's possession. He had left clues so that future generations might do the inevitable task for him. And this cloth is one of them. It unlocks something, and what else but the door? A door that shows us the map of Transylvania..."
Anna and Carl turned and ran towards the armory, eyes locking at the large map of Transylvania on the wall. The Princess glanced at Carl, and with a look of wonder she started to smile. "I can't believe it! All this time, it had always been here. My family passed it so many times... unaware of its hidden secret. How could I have been so foolish as to not notice?" After saying the last sentence though, her smile had faded. Her mind was enveloped with theories of What if's. If they had found the door leading to Dracula's lair sooner, everything could have gone more easily. Her family... might still be with her, standing there with their courageous faces and making theories of their own.
"But you couldn't have known. Not without this. Your father must have been looking for this missing piece, after realizing that the door was this map," Carl spoke, and Anna nodded slowly. She brushed away the sadness; she will mourn them later. For now, she will look at the brighter side of death, the light she will need to move on with her task to save herself, Van Helsing and the rest of humanity.
"How will this work?" Anna spoke and Carl lowered himself so he was in view with the place the missing piece should be placed. He looked at the Princess with a slightly worried smile. "I'm not sure, but we will find out soon."
He placed the cloth on the ripped section of the map, and it fit perfectly. He finished the inscription, while holding the fragmented map piece in his other hand.
"Deum lacessat ac inaum imbeat aperiri..."
"In the name of God, open this door..." Anna said softly under her breath as the two saw the mirror spread into a shimmering, crystalline mirror. It moved like water, small waves making it go back and forth, the ripples spreading in and out. The mirror itself looked ancient.
Carl gave a squeal of fright as he felt the mirror under his hand. He had felt a cold chill grow on his palm when he was touching it, like holding a piece of metal that had cooled down after being beaten down by the fiery fires in the armory inside the Vatican. He stared at the silvery substance in front of him in wonder. "A mirror?"
"Dracula has no reflection in the mirror." Anna said after looking at it for a moment. She looked at it cautiously, just in case it was harmful. "But... Why...?"
"Maybe... maybe to Dracula, it is not a mirror at all..." The Princess walked closer towards the mirror, and then let her hand touch the surface of the mirror. It went right through, and she gasped, but it was not out of fear. Carl's eyes had widened into the size of saucers.
"What is it?!"
"It's snowing, Carl..." Anna said and she let her hand come back to her. On the tips of her fingers were melting snowflakes, but big enough to see that it was, indeed, snowing on the other side. The two of them both smiled at their discovery.
The Gypsy Princess moved to grab the burning torch nearby, and Carl got up, shaking himself quickly.
"Would we need anything to bring?" the Friar spoke, thinking about the brown sack Van Helsing and himself had brought with them. Inside it were objects like Holy Water and garlic.
"No, we have all the weapons we need," Anna responded, and Carl understood her. He knew the Princess had meant the werewolf curse. (A/N: Please pretend they just know about the werewolf curse being able to kill Dracula and stuff, cause it's a pain the neck for explaining it all over again if you guys all know! Sorry for being a lazy bum, lol.)
Anna grabbed Carl's hand, and exchanging glances that told them exactly what they were both feeling. They pierced the silvery mirror, their bodies entering through the rippling substance. To both of them, it had felt as if they were inside water, the warmth of the Valerious Castle fading behind their shoulder. Suddenly they were out, and a sudden burst of wind chilled Anna and Carl to their bones. The two of them opened their eyes, shivering as they felt the snow fall softly on them.
"We're here," Anna spoke and she felt her hear beat faster. Carl nodded, but his eyes were concentrated on the bones hung up above their heads, as a warning for those who dared to enter the Icy Fortress before them. Anna nudged him to look elsewhere, and finally the Friar looked away.
But even Anna could not help but feel just a hint of fear for this massive building, carved by human hands to entrap the monster inside. How in God's name was she going to get through this without Van Helsing by her side...? How?
Then she remembered the little Friar. She needed to stay strong for him.. and for Van Helsing... If not, Dracula's children will come to life, and the world will be in chaos. Courage started to flow through her veins, and without looking back – at the past nor at the future - she grabbed Carl's hand.
"Let's go, Van Helsing's waiting.." she spoke firmly, and Carl nodded, following her closely. They walked, pushing aside the mounting snow beneath their feet. The wind was harsh on their skin, and it clawed at them, as if trying to deny them further access. But they were persistent, pushing even the wind with force, moving ever closer towards the Fortress made of ice.
But what will be awaiting them on the other side of the door would be more than they can handle...
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WARNING: Major Slash? o.O Got it? Then you may continue. (:
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There was a satisfied smirk etched on his lips, as Count Dracula let his cold fingers slide Van Helsing's cheeks. He was in his bedroom, an elegant chamber adorned with colors of red and black, silver and gold. The hunter was, of course, in no way cooperative when Dracula brought him into the room. He had squirmed, pushed, bit, growled and fought like he was a wild, untamed wolf, struggling as hard as he could to push the vampire away from him. Finally Dracula had to pull all the rebellion out of Van Helsing, and after he did, the hunter had fell, slumping onto the floor, looking powerless. Van Helsing's eyes had glazed over, the fire inside his orbs had vanished inside his heart.
After, the Count had taken the limp hunter into his arms and laid Van Helsing onto the abyss colored sheets of his bed, letting the hunter become swallowed by the exhaustion of his actions. Dracula had stared at the hunter for a while, contemplating on what to do. He had two tasks to do, and one of them was something he could not fail to accomplish. The other was of the Gypsy Princess, the light he craved to hold. Ever since the day the Princess had been grown as a woman, she had been become his secret obsession. Her beauty enthralled him; and this was something to hear from a man who had been loved by thousands of other women. Unfortunately, the Princess did not have the same love care for him as he did for her. Like her family, Anna hated him with all her heart and blamed him for the deaths of innocents, especially the ones she loved dearly.
Dracula only frowned in irritation. One way or another, he was going to have the Princess and make him his next bride...
And there was Gabriel, who he had loved in the past. Dracula regretted having to have the same love/hate relationship with him. The Gabriel he knew would have come to him willingly. But alas, it seemed that fate had its own plans. Now Gabriel was Van Helsing, a devoted man of God. The mark he had left on Gabriel.. Van Helsing... was no more. It had vanished completely, and the Count knew that how ever much he tried, he will never be able to bring it back to the surface... And yet the taste of Van Helsing's lips wouldn't leave him alone. It was true that he had forced the hunter into kissing him back, taking away the resistance as if blowing away the flicker of flame on a candle. But it had felt so good to finally have the familiar warmth the Count always wanted. Dracula could not help but feel desire towards the hazel eyed man lying strewn on the bed. Van Helsing's chest was rising and then falling, as his heart beat strong behind those ribs. The Count felt the drumming of it with a twisting knot in his stomach, jealousy gripping his consciousness. If he were alive, then no one will fear him. He will be able to feel everything around him, and be loved warmly... just like every other human being.
Then an idea hit him, and a sly grin widened on his face. Dracula's eyes flashed with a malevolent glow of icy blue. He walked towards Van Helsing's sleeping form leaned forward, his body closely connected with Van Helsing. His hands brushes through Van Helsing's hair, feeling the sensation of it running through his fingers. He breathed in the hunter's scent. It was mingled with a sweet mixture of manliness. Dracula smiled almost sadly, if he had any emotion.
"Forgive me, Gabriel. This time it is I who will be betraying you..." Dracula whispered into Van Helsing's ear. There was no emotion in his eyes... only a cold loneliness. He stared at the hunter's face for a moment and then he pulled a small flask out of his pocket. The liquid inside had the color of red, it almost would have been mistaken as blood. Dracula uncorked the top, throwing it aside onto the bed and then opened Van Helsing's jaws open. Then he let the liquid flow and slip into Van Helsing's throat. As he did so, the hunter's eyes suddenly snapped open, and it met Dracula's. He was about to struggle again, but the potion that had flowed into his system was working rapidly, pulling him back into a cold, unfeeling slumber. His eyes closed inch by inch, until they were open no more.
Dracula observed this with an inhuman calm, looking hollow in expression. The Count acted quickly as he felt a prick on his neck. He sensed the presence of two mortals, their hearts drumming in their chest rapidly. He understood almost immediately that it must be Anna and the little Monk that had been cowering behind Van Helsing's back before. He felt his throat tighten and he urgently continued with what he was doing.
Holding Van Helsing's sleeping form into his arms so he was somewhat upright, Dracula put a drop of the liquid from the flask on his finger and smeared it on his captive's lips, covering every inch of it. Van Helsing's eyes fluttered behind his eyelids. The hunter's body responded and he moaned. Dracula quickly started to grin, as he continued, putting the uncorked small flask beneath Van Helsing's nostrils so as to let him smell the essence of it as well.
After a few seconds of waiting, the Count decided that it was enough for Van Helsing to feel intoxicated by the smell. Van Helsing was murmuring something under his breath, and Dracula leaned forward to hear the name, "Anna...", being spoken softly. The Count growled, and his blue eyes almost immediately burned and vanished into the color of dark blood red, nearing to the color of darkness. His nails dug into Van Helsing and the feelings of longing for the hunter was beginning to lessen... Anna Valerious was his... and not even Van Helsing will be able to stop him from letting him have the Princess for his own. No, this time it would be Van Helsing who will gain Dracula the trust he needed to have Anna. The hunter was nothing more than a pawn to move the Queen by his side.
Determination and fury blazing inside his eyes, Dracula growled, "This will be the kiss of your desired one, Anna. Her scent is what you smell and the lips you taste are that of the Princess... Now... Remember..." Dracula hissed the word out as he let Van Helsing's own body move of its accord.
Van Helsing's eyes snapped open, cloudy and dreamy. His expression looked blank, but he had moistened his lips with a burning desire inside of him, nagging him to follow this instinct. As Dracula grabbed Van Helsing towards him and locked lips, Van Helsing didn't resist. He kissed passionately but in a gentle manner. But as it deepened, it became vigorous, as if he treasured every moment he kissed the imaginary 'Anna'. He never seemed to want to let go.
(A/N: Ahh lame! I need to work harder on kiss scenes. Must. Have. New. Words... THESAURUS, my beautiful friend! XD)
This will be interesting... Dracula thought with a smile spreading over his lips. Without letting go, he closed his eyes and felt for every boundary that guarded his way into Van Helsing. He shattered them into pieces with ease, and then entered the hunter, his lips leaving the hunter. Van Helsing himself exhaled a breath, before his hazel green eyes turned into the color blue. His expression suddenly turned from passion to devious, as those lips that had been kissing the Count a moment ago became the Vampire's itself.His flushed cheeks were fading into the color of white, creamy skin.
Van Helsing smiled.
But really it was Dracula who was pulling the strings to this little game.
The Count smiled wider.
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If you see any spelling mistakes, that's cause of my weird eyesight right now. o.O Sorry about that. Well, I'm off to sleep now! -yawns- 'Night!