Disclaimer: I do not own Van Helsing and their characters(But I have the movie), However I own Rika and the peoples that have nothing to do with Van Helsing and the movie.

Brief warning: Okay...I'm sorry, But I accidently put in some stuff that isn't necessarily sunshine and Flo'ers...So, if your a bit uncomfortable with blood, skip the part whe she's fighting the monster. Personally I don't think it's that bad...Ofcourse I did see resident evil 1 and 2 and play all the games too, so...Don't listen to me.


When it got colder the at night, Rika shivered and snuggled closer to the source of warmth that was very near to her as arms wrapped around her and kept her close. Being half asleep she never thought anything of it until that following morning...

When Van Helsing awoke that morning, He found a smoldering fire and Carl and Rika holding each other while they slept. He wasn't sure, but he felt somewhat angry seeing the two, but found it more...funny. Rika awoke slowly to the warmth that surrounded her, feeling rested because no nightmares had plagued her. She smiled softly and snuggled into what she thought was a pillow, but was in fact Carl's chest. "So you had a good rest, then?" A voice asked. She looked up, slightly disoriented, "Huh?" She asked. "Look down." he said and she did, then was wide awake. "Atleast he didn't wake up." She said, but groaned when Carl looked up, half asleep. "What happened?" He asked groggily. "We got smashed and had the night of our lives." Rika said sarcasticly, getting up and stretching. Carl thought she was serious and looked alarmed, then realized she was joking and let out a relieved sigh. "Oh? And What was that?" She asked, turning and raising an eyebrow. "Nothing, of course!" He said quickly. "What? You wouldn't like to spend a night with me? Is that it?" She demanded, her hands on her hips as Van Helsing watched, laughing quietly. "No! Not at all!" He said, holding his hands up. "Oh so now you think I'm Easy! Is that It, now!" She demanded. He was getting more and more flustered as she twisted his words around, then she growled, yes growled, and jumped back on her horse. "Let's go...I don't want anyone else to think I'm always late, too." She said angrily as a still-laughing Van Helsing and a glum Carl got on thier horses. She kicked hers into a gallop as they traveled through forests and over a mountain or two, stopping every other night until it came. "We Gotta stop tonight Van Helsing." She said as they had the village in sight, though it was still a day and a half's travel. "No...We can go through the night." He said. She pulled her horse infront of his, "No. We Need to stop tonight." She said, emphasizing the word 'Need'. She looked in his eyes, practicly yelling at him mentally to let them camp out that night. He sighed, "I suppose we are a few days early...We could stay perhaps one night." He said quietly, though there was a hint of annoyance in his voice. She sighed, "Thank you." She said quietly.

That night when she was sure they were asleep, she Snuck out and removed her clothes from the cover of a large bush and neatly folded them, hiding them strategically under her blanket to make it look like she was asleep. She hurried back into the underbrush and waited, for that night was a full moon and she was forced to change. Once again the thick blanket of solid black fur rippled across her body, claws sharper than knives grew frrom her fingers, but retracted to remain half hidden as pointy ears rose from her skull. Jaws stronger than any Werewolf's grew from her face as a long, thin black tail sprung from the base of her back. Her eyes became slitted, but stayed blue as she became a creature much unlike any that is considered 'normal'. She let out a shuddering breath, her whiskers twitching as she scratched her chin with her hind foot and shook herself. She purred and bounded off like some mutant panther, her coat glistening in the bright moonlight. She wasn't aware that someone had followed her, even though her senses gave her much more than just amusement.

Van Helsing sat up, still restless after the nightmare that had worked it's way into his mind. He heard a shuddering breath and instantly he crouched, immediately Drawing a revolver from his bag. He didn't have time to get the crossbow, so he was forced to use the gun as he crept forward and saw the hulking creature. It's tail was unlike a Werewolf's, and the claws and ears were much too different. It scratched it's chin with a hind foot and shook itself, it's whiskers twitching as it purred and bounded off. He followed quietly, his hat and coat left back near the fire on that frigid night.

Rika felt the cool air brush against her ears as they twitched, and she leapt down into a small river and roared in joy, far too caught up in her playfulness to see Van Helsing watching her curiously. She crawled back onto the bank and shook herself, spraying water everywhere. Van Helsing took this chance to take aim and fire, the bullet slicing through her side as she roared in pain. She noticed him and leaped, knocking the gun out of his hand as she pinned him to the ground. Rika's hand-like paws wrapped around his wrists as she held him down, resisting the urge to bite him. He stopped his struggling and looked in her eyes, the gentle blueness of them kept him from attacking as she leapt up and stepped back on her hind feet. She stood taller then him when he stood up, she actually had to look down at him, her feline face was passive as she turned from him. Her right ear twitched as she whipped around and leapt back, Tackling the werewolf that had tried to attack Him. Her roar echoed as she kicked Van Helsing back, then another word escaped her lips as she yelled in broken english, "Run!" Though it sounded more like her roar. Van Helsing ignored that and shot at the Werewolf, hitting it several times as Rika Fought with it. She was scratching the Werewolf in several places as well as Biting at it's neck. After suffering a scratch to the chest, She finally ripped the top part of it's head off. She growled and dropped the bit of gore in her hand/paw, her shoulders hunched over as she hit her knees and The Hunger took over.

She took a bite outof the werewolf, her razor sharp teeth tearing through sinew and muscle. She ate ravenously, though great tears fell from her eyes. Van Helsing took a step back, his eyes still trained on the massive form that was eating away at the Werewolf. He raised his gun and pulled back the hammer, the click of it made Rika look up, her muscles tensed as she looked over her shoulder, blood dripping from her jaws. The bullet whizzed by her head as she leapt out of the way, Then leaped past him into the shadows. Carl would have been shot as he came out of the foliage if Van helsing Hadn't have used all his ammunition on the Werewolf and Rika. "Is Rika alright?" Van helsing asked, but Carl was staring at the half eaten Werewolf laying on the ground and Van Helsing had to shake him vigorously. "Is Rika Alright?" He asked again and they both ran back to camp as They saw it was like a battlefield, to them a clear sign that Rika was also attacked. They spotted her already laying on the ground, extremely pale but otherwise seemingly unharmed. Carl knelt beside her and felt her forehead, "She's feverish. We need to get her to a safer place." He said, looking up at Van Helsing. "Wake her up. We're getting to the village now." He said and put fresh rounds into his Gun as he quickly Strapped his bags to a Horse. "Van Helsing!" Came Carl's panicked voice. Van Helsing looked at Carl and He looked pale, "She won't wake up." He said. Van Helsing Got on his horse and told Carl to hand her to him, Then Carl Hurried and took up everything, dousing the fire and strapping his and Rika's bags to his horse. The two Made their horses gallop at full speed toward the village, finally reaching the outskirts just after dawn.

With Rika cradled gently but firmly into his arms, Van Helsing ran to the inn that was said to house a Doctor. When confronted by the Two, he at first denied them, thinking they were crazy. Until he saw Rika's shivering form in Van Helsing's arms, then he immediately flung open the door and allowed them in, telling Van Helsing to lay her down on the bed as he went off to get his bag. When he returned, he checked Rika's pulse and listened to her heartbeat, then spotted the tiny stains of blood on her shirt and gently took it off. Carl gasped softly at the sight of her wounds, Being larger than they were now that she was human. Three jagged claw marks stabbed across her chest as her side was bleeding from the bullet that grazed it. "What happened to her?" The doctor asked, already trying to rub something on her wounds. Rika was awake now from the pain, not allowing him to touch her. "No! Don't touch me...Don't touch me..." She said, at first her voice urgent, but her exhaustion was getting ahold of her. "Rika...It's alright, He's here to help." Carl said, going to her side. "No...I don't want him to touch me..." she said weakly, trying to stop the doctor from giving her anesthetics. "Please miss...You'll die without treatment." The doctor said, trying to stick her with the syringe again. "I'd rather die...Atleast I'd be with my dad." she said, now her voice near a whisper. "Rika...Please..." Carl whispered, pleading, his head near hers. He whispered something else that was inaudible to Van Helsing and the doctor and She turned her head slightly and winced, for the pain was coursing from her chest to her head. Her gentle blue-grey eyes looking into his as she closed them slowly, "Okay..." She whispered faintly and the doctor ushered them out. "I need to concentrate for injuries such as this." he said, closing the door behind him as he began to work. He took a needle and began stitching up her side, but had to first treat it for silverburn. "Odd..." He said, looking closely at her wounds. She stirred when he strayed too long and he went back to work, the bleeding stopped in her wounds, but nevertheless he took extra precautions and bandaged her up tightly and still used the utmost care.

When Carl and Van Helsing were ushered out of the room, Both of them felt terrible for not protecting her better. While they waited, they couldn't help but worry for her and what Janette said when they had told him who she was and where she came from. They couldn't even speak, they were just sitting restlessly as the seconds tick-tocked by like hours. It was Late afternoon when the doctor came out, closing the door softly behind himself as Van Helsing and Carl abruptly got up to talk to him. When he was bombarded with questions, the doctor shushed them and drew them away from the door. "She was nearly going into shock when you got her to me, But luckily you spoke to her and calmed her down, So I was able to get her to sleep again. The Wound to her chest isn't as bad as the wounds to her side, but I'm not worried about her chest wound." He said, looking at the two. Van Helsing and Carl exchanged glances, then looked at the doctor oddly. "Her side wound was slightly burned. I've only seen it in wolves and such only because it is Silverburn." He said quietly, as if someone was listening.

Van Helsing was silent as Carl said, "Thank you...We can take care of the rest."

"Just make sure you call me if her condition gets worse." He said, then went to go get his instruments.

Van Helsing and Carl followed him to see her as the Doctor quietly left. Carl went to ask the doctor something, saying he would be right back. Rika stirred slightly and slowly opened her eyes, "Van Helsing...are you okay?" she asked weakly. He forgot all about the Silverburn and went to her side, "Yes...Are you?" He asked, gently brushing the bangs out of her face. "I feel like I have a boulder on my chest." She said, shifting somewhat. "Stay still...You shouldn't move so much." He said, placing a hand on her forehead. She smiled weakly, "Whatever...You know you want me to get up." She said. Van Helsing smiled and shook his head, "I want you to rest." He said. She closed her eyes when his hand trailed down the side of her face, his hand soothing and cool. "Just don't get hurt again." He said softly. "Sooner to die than to live." She said, smiling as she looked looked at him. "Then let's hope that you don't die anytime soon." He quipped as Carl Came in. Van Helsing's hand slid off her face as he turned around in surprise, "We came a little early...Two weeks from now The Vampires will attack." He said, Looking at Van Helsing and Rika. "Great...That means I gotta stay here. She said, sighing. "I'm gonna go stir-crazy..." Rika mumbled as Carl stood beside Van Helsing. "You'd be lucky if you did." Carl murmured. "What?" She asked. "Nothing!" Carl Said quickly. "Carl...Tell me Now." She said, looking sternly at him. He sighed submissively and said, "Your side is affected by Silverburn...We're starting to think that the werewolf that scratched you, turned you into one.".

"That's impossible...I'm already-" She stopped herself then continued on. "I'm already guarded against that...In The future they developed a serum that stops transformation." She said quickly. "Are you sure?" Van Helsing asked, staring hard into her eyes. "Yeah...I should be." She said, raising her eyebrows. "I'll check on you later." Van helsing said and left the room. "Thought he'd never leave." She said, then scooted back to sit up a little. "Rika! You shouldn't move!" Carl said. "Oh hu-ow-Hush. I'll be fine. Don't treat me like a delicate little girl, cause I'm not one. I'm a grown woman, thank you." She said, grimacing when she bent her side a little. Carl sat beside her on the bed, careful not to sit on her legs. "You guys really were that worried about me?" She asked, looking at Carl. "Of course! We couldn't let you die." He said, his eyes meeting hers. She looked down, "Thanks..." She softly, but gratefully. "That's the second time you guys saved my life." She said, smirking. "I don't know how to thank you properly." She said. A thought popped into Carl's head at her statement and he grinned. She thought for a moment, then knocked him head-over-heels off the bed. "You Jerk! You really think I'm that Easy!" She exclaimed. Carl got up, rubbing his head, "Sorry." he mumbled, thinking he should have known better. He heard Rika sigh, "Come here..." She said. He cautiously went back over to her, "Sit down.", carefully he sat down on the side of the bed again. She placed a hand on his face, then pulled him in and softly kissed him on his lips. It lasted longer than she would have liked, but something made her stay that way as she pulled him a little closer. She felt his hands move around to her sides as he minded her side and pulled her closer to him and deepened the kiss. A hand moved up to support her neck and she slipped her arms around him. There was no space between them, It felt like they were becoming part of each other. When she shifted, pain shot up from her chest and she snapped out of her daze, pulling away from Carl and shaking her head. They were both breathing heavily, "I-I-I'm sorry...I um..." He said, looking at her. She nodded a little, "I'm just a little tired." She said, sliding back under the blanket. He got up and opened the door, shutting off the light as Rika turned her back to him. He took one last look at her and gently closed the door behind him.