I kept my word so here is five!
Fanfiction to Van Helsing:
Only half
Chapter 5: What went wrong?
Anna woke from a restless slumber, and immediately got ready. All she could think of was Van Helsing; If he was ok, if he was still there, if he cared for her... Wait, the last one was out of character for her. Anna Valerious caring for a man? Could she love him? Would he love her back? What was she thinking? I am a Valerious and love is for children. But even the strong Anna could not fight what she felt for Van Helsing. She got out of her large silken bed, and put on her usual wardrobe of leather pants and a lacy corset, which of course had to be topped of with outrageously high heeled boots. After being completely presentable by her standards, she stepped out into the halls, headed for the kitchen to have breakfast. Yes, even the almighty Anna Valerious had to eat sometime. She entered the room and found herself staring at Van Helsing, in his usual attire, but he was asleep with his head on the table. Anna would have laughed if she had not known Van Helsing enough to know that he would never fall asleep on the table. That is not what worried her though. Something seemed off from Van Helsing and she was glad she was here because one could probably only see it in his slumber. He seemed to be having a nightmare and anger practically radiated off of him. Anna finally decided to come over and release him of his nightmarish cage, but when she laid a gentle hand on his arm, she was not expecting what happened next. Van Helsing snapped open his eyes and threw his arm out to catch Anna by the throat. He then managed to lift her effortlessly off the floor just by her throat with one hand. Anna gasped for air and looked down on Van Helsing with pleading confused eyes, until she saw his eyes which had a fierce golden ring encompassing his pupil. He then as if waking from a haze, dropped her almost in revulsion on the floor. Van Helsings eyes revealed everything to Anna in those few seconds. Very old, endlessly pain stricken, confused and lost, but also a warrior that has fought many battles with a knowledge of pain that few could ever know. Anna gasped for lungfuls of air that she so desperately needed, but she stole a glance at Van Helsing who now managed to stagger away as far as possible from Anna with his hands on his head. It would seem as if he was fighting an internal demon, and Anna feared the worst. An agonized and low growl escaped Van Helsings lips as he hunched over with his hands balled up into fists. What was happening to this mighty warrior?
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