Hello! Okay. I did not get 10 reviews like I wanted. I only got 2 (I realize asking for 10 reviews was a little much). But, it's been a very, very, very long time since I updated. I'm trying to get past my writer's block, and I want to update before Christmas, well I wanted to update before school, but that obviously didn't happen, sorry. I don't know when the next update will be, but I'll try to make them closer together and hopefully no one will lose interest (if you haven't lost it already).

Disclaimer: I do not own Van Helsing, I only own Valisa, this fic, and any other OCs you may find in here (not likely any more).


Unknown - Chapter 7 – Overwhelming Taste

(The summer palace- bedroom)

Valisa woke up. She looked around; she was in a small, dark room made of a stone. She was laying on a bed, which was tucked in a dark corner just a few feet away from a window, the moon shining down on her. She looked down at her self to find she was not wearing her hunting gear, but instead she was wearing a long, beautiful purple gown. She stood up, a little uneasily. She rubbed her neck, and noticed her cross necklace, that Van Helsing had given to her, was gone. She began to look around: the bed, dresser, side table, and then she went to a desk with a long mirror next to it. She stopped, to examine her reflection. The purple gown flowed out at the bottom and at the top the sleeves (not long sleeves) came a little bit past her shoulders. Her hair was up in partly a bun but with partly in a pony tail (making it look kind of wavy/curlyish and you know comes sort of to her shoulders instead of her waist like usual), with a few bangs in her in her face.

She stood there for a second, looking at her self in the mirror, then almost screamed when her reflection disappeared. She stood there, in shock, seeing only the reflection of the things behind her. She slowly reached her hand up, and touched the mirror seeing no sign of a reflection. She cautiously backed away, and then slowly a faded reflection began to appear. Frightened, Valisa quietly ran to the door and opened it. She got out, quickly closed the door, and saw a railing. Curiously, she walked over to the edge and saw what looked like a ballroom. It was huge.

She looked around and saw a staircase. She turned to go in that direction, but jumped back in shock, for Dracula was standing in front of her. "Hello………..Valisa" She just stood there staring at him. "So did you enjoy your sleep?" Valisa stood there for a moment, and she felt frightened, her voice escaped her, she felt that feeling of being trapped and chased down an endless hallway. Then, she felt confident, and so she spoke, and the words just gently flowed out of her mouth "Why, yes I did." She looked straight at him, showing no fear, like she was having a casual conversation, and Dracula just smiled softly at her. "Good, well I suppose you're wondering where you are?" Valisa nodded. "Well, Valisa my dear," Dracula said gently. "Welcome to my Summer Palace." He motioned towards the ballroom staircase.

Valisa slowly and cautiously walked down the marble staircase. She walked to the middle and looked around; it was the one of the most beautiful places she'd ever seen. There were long windows towering from almost the top of the ceiling to about the foot from the floor, all along the walls, with pretty black curtains covering them completely. The walls were this ivory color with a few small balconies. Valisa stood on a beautiful marble floor. She turned in a circle to examine the magnificent site before her. "Wow………….it's" She began. "It's beautiful." She turned to where Dracula was standing, but saw no one "Dr-Dracula?" she asked quietly. "I'm pleased that you like it." said a soft voice behind her. She turned around to see Dracula standing at the bottom of the staircase. She slowly walked towards him. "Why am I here?" she asked. He sighed, and then gave her a small smile. "Well, if you paid more attention to your...nightmares I believe you called them, and then maybe you would know." She looked at him. She began to see her nightmares go through her head. She really didn't like where this was going.

Then, remembering her necklace she asked, "Where's my necklace?" he smiled at her. "Oh, you don't need it." "Maybe not, but I would like it back. It's very important to me." "Oh, really it is?" She nodded. He was still smiling. "Why? It's just a necklace." "My father gave it to me." She gave a small emphasis on father, for she remembered what he'd said before. (Btw she knows Van Helsing isn't her real father, but she still calls him that). For a second Dracula's smile vanished and anger flashed in his eyes. Valisa felt a small spark of fear inside her. Dracula seemed to notice, gave a slight smile, then said, "If means that much to you." He waved his hand, and her necklace appeared in her hand. She gracefully fastened it around her neck. She gently pressed her fingers on the cross, feeling it. She then gripped it, feeling suddenly tired and overwhelmed. She looked up at Dracula, and opened her mouth to speak. But he, as if he'd read her mind, said softly "Go rest Valisa dear, you'll need it." She nodded her head and, surprisingly, smiled softly at him. She then turned and walked back to her room.

(Valerious Home)

"Valisa, we're home!" Gabriel Van Helsing called into the mansion, as he and Carl walked in. He looked around, it was exceptionally dark. "Valisa, Valisa are you here?" he called once more. He turned on a lamp. He looked into the study; everything seemed to look normal, it appeared the only thing missing was the young monster huntress. He walked into the room, and noticed a small slip of paper on a desk. He picked up and began to read.

Dear Gabriel,

'Gabriel' He thought. Only one person would call him that. He shook the thought from his head and continued reading.

The child is in our care. Do not worry. She is safe. We request you do not look for her; it won't do you any good, for she belongs with us. We will cause her any harm, we do not ever intend to. We suggest you forget about her, and continue with your monster hunting. It is best for you and her as well.

Sincerely yours,

Count Vladislus Dragulia (forgive my spelling)

Gabriel tensed. 'This isn't possible, I destroyed him. I know it, and Anna made it to heaven. So he must be gone, this must be some sort of sick joke.' But he had this horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach. No one else called him Gabriel, and everyone referred to the vampire as Dracula, not his real name. But Dracula had Valisa, which was his first priority to get Valisa back. "Van Helsing?" he heard Carl say behind him. "Is everything alright?" Gabriel sighed. "I'm afraid not my friend." He handed him the note. Carl read it, and then looked up at the monster hunter, fear and confusion written on his face. Before he could say anything, Gabriel replied "We have to find Valisa; we'll figure the rest of this out later." Carl nodded. Gabriel turned around, heading towards his room, but was stopped when he heard Carl ask a question. "D-d-do you think they're the vampire's attacking?" "Possibly." Gabriel gathered up his hunting gear, and turned to Carl. "Well, come on." Carl looked surprised, and quickly gathered his weapons as Gabriel walked out the door. "But Van Helsing," he said in a squeaky voice "We don't even know where they could be holding her!" "I think in have a pretty good idea." Carl didn't like where this was going. "I really need a new profession."

(Valisa's Bedroom-Summer Palace)

Valisa woke up from her nap. She discovered she was still in her purple dress, however when she touched her hair, it was different then before; it was now in a neat bun, with a few strands of curls left behind. When she stood up her stomach growled. She realized she hadn't eaten breakfast the day before, so it had been a few days since she'd eaten anything. She walked over to the door, and entered the hall. She decided to go down the direction instead, in hope of finding a kitchen.

As she continued down the hall, make turns every so often; she soon found a set of stairs, which led to a large entrance room. When she reached the bottom, she smelled something faint. It was something she hadn't smelled before, yet it seemed so familiar. She followed it; it was a very curious scent, leading her to down a hall, this one not quite so dark. She came to stop at a door, the only thing blocking her from this mysterious, yet delicious, smell. She placed her hand on the doorknob and opened the door. She entered what seemed to a study.

No one else was there. But she noticed sitting on the desk, a wine glass. However, the contents were not wine, but instead a thick, red substance. She smelled the air again. She instantly realized what she'd followed into the room, and what was being held in the glass. Blood. Fresh Blood. Fresh human bloodShe didn't like this. She didn't like this at all. She turned to leave, but something overpowered her. She found herself moving toward the glass. The scent. She hungered for that taste. She hadn't felt this urge, this hunger, or this thirst for blood since she tried to bite that little boy. She inhaled. A mistake. The smell was so strong. She just couldn't resist it. Her hand wrapped around the glass. She lifted it up to lips, and began to tilt it upward. The warm liquid entered her mouth, it traveled down her throat. She had never tasted anything so sweet, so delicious, so addicting before. She drank it all, and then placed the empty glass on the desk. She licked her lips. She wanted more.

It was so overwhelming, the taste consumed her. She needed more. She turned and froze. Dracula was standing in front of her. He had that same smile. "Beautiful, isn't it? Human blood." She looked away, realizing what she had just done. She couldn't believe it. She just drank blood, and she enjoyed it. She wanted more. What was she? "You're a vampire my dear." Dracula answered, as if he knew what she was thinking. "You always have been." No, she couldn't be. This was just too much. His smile softened, and he said "Come my child, I do believe it is time for your first real feeding." She looked up. 'No' she thought. 'I will refuse to feed on another human.' Once again, she remembered the taste. She had no choice. It overpowered her. She unwillingly nodded her head. Dracula's smile widened. "Now, follow m, Valisa." He said as he left the room. She did as he said.


Well, there you go. I hope you like it. Sorry about the wait. I'll try to update quicker next time.. Sorry for any grammatical or spelling errors. I guess you can all guess what happens next. Please review, no flames.

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