A/N: I found inspiration song! –Hearts- And I updated Shaman life and have the other chapter nearly done –purrs- Love inspiration songs. Anyone know where I can get Duelmasters opening?

Disclaimer: Don't own Van Helsing. Never will.

Pairing: Dracula/ Van Helsing

Vanquishing Sorrow

Chapter Three

Something cold and wet pressed against Van's forehead, slowly guiding him out of the blackness that had swallowed his mind. Eyes drifted open, but shut instantly upon seeing the bright light flashed in his eyes. A moan passed the mans lips as he rolled over to his side, cringing a bit making an even more horrible moan. His ribs hurt like hell, his heart was pumping blood to fast that he was getting a swift headache. And he felt sick to his stomach.

"He's awake..." A voice echoed in the dim room as Van began to come to. Which he did rather gradually taken his time, flopping onto his back and continued to keep his eyes closed. Rolling his eyes Carl made a move to shove the hunter off the bed, but was held back by the Leviathan man that shook his head.

"Best to leave him alone. I'm afraid he needs all the rest he can get" Carl did not object and merely followed the wise old man as he departed from the room, a stern gaze set on his face. As they walked Carl was surprised to find the room so well kept. They were in a very old place, having carried Van after his fight to a large old castle. Hidden by all who see it, under charms and magic spells to distract evil and unwanted visitors from finding it.

Carl bit his lip but couldn't help asking as he followed the mysterious stranger. He was neither man nor monster, nor a divine creature of god. He didn't look that much older than Van Helsing himself, with a tall figure, long white hair tied in a ponytail. He wore royal fashioned clothes, draping over him in a robe like fashion. "Uh excuse me for asking, but why would he need to?" Carl paused as he bristled along, eyes rising in amazement as the trip form the bedroom to the hall carried them to the library. Assuming that it was the quieter place of the castle, he stood respectfully. In awe of the books once he had entered.

"Because" the man was gentle and seemed to hold no ill to his new finders and sat down once he was within distance of the couch. "Dracula is not dead. He never was and has risen again to mate with someone. And considering how there are no more vampires, he must find a human suitable to mate with"

The friar said nothing, as his gaze delved to the books, looking like a child as his fingers traced over the books. Small puffs of dust rose as he trailed it along. Certain that these books were older than the church itself. Some had a language he'd never seen before! "You may read some if you like. Seeming how eager you are." The man's eyes twinkled with amusement as a random book was torn from the bookcase and inspected with utmost care.

Not only were the words impossible to read, they dated as far back as Egypt with pictures and symbols to tell a story. Beyond amazement Carl could only hold the book carefully, this was going so far back that it was impossible to believe that it was still around! The pages were so yellow and become rotten with age that it had begun to peel and crack under the roughest touch. "Why would Van have to worry?" Forgetting manners for a moment the friar only glanced up to make sure the man responded, but when he did it was grave and hoarse.

"Because Dracula wants him as a mate. To bring half life to his children"

Carl dropped the book in his surprised state. That was awfully disturbing to think about a vampire and human mating 'First time for everything' Carl concluded as he shook his head from such thoughts. This was a hunter and vampire not just any human and his friend to! "W-whaaa?" Sighing the man ran a hand through his white hair, looking quite irritated as he repeated himself more precise, Carl hanging onto every word. Unsure if to believe it or not.

"As you know" He began with his voice, growing a bit harsher to remind Carl that this was important. ""Dracula, having been slain, made a deal with the devil who easily granted him immortality with the consequence of having the inability to feel. Once his Father had gotten wind of this, he set out with the power and blessing of god to destroy his own son. Unfortunately, family ties run deep and Dracula was banished to and icy fortress. Then the devil gave him wings and he was given the chance to roam the Earth and eventually resided in the tower of Frankenstein. Where everything had begun a year ago, where he could put his plans to work." The Leviathan stranger paused regaining his breath, sipping form a mug full of water that had appeared. Almost magically.

"Unfortunately, or thankfully, he was unable to, and had to put it aside for another year. In-between that time a batch of the eggs given to him by one bride were destroyed. Thus prince Velkan's father perished. Next batch died when similar failure overcame prince Velkan sending the vampire king into rage. But at last he was successful with the monster Frankenstein mind you succeeded. But when he supposedly died. Everything connected to him died as well."

The partner of Van Helsing was quiet, listening deeply to the story. Which was true in every detail. Dracula had failed all three times, thus his plan to rekindle his kind was a failure. His death was imminent and he was gone. But, Carl had to listen to the next part that he was sure would come. "As you know Gabriel (Carl frowned as he said "Gabriel" it was as if this man may have known his best friend personally!) Killed not only Dracula but also the last of the Valerious. Both infact, if you include the prince. Regardless that was his horrible mistake. One that will now cost him dearly."

Another long pause hovered in the air. Carl was on the edge on his seat wanting more information, mentally playing it back so he knew what to tell his friend when he returned to wake him up. "Then what happened?" the friar asked, eyes boring into the older male, he had to know!

"With the Valerious all killed Dracula himself could not go to the gates of saint peter. And without going he is meant to walk on this land forever until a heir, someone with ties. Blood or by name comes to strike him down. His bones had not disintegrated completely and the kill was much to close to properly get rid of Dracula before Anna had been killed."

This was not something Van was going to like, Carl made a sure note of that as he digested the information, chewing on his thumb as he rolled it around. Trying to make heads or tails. "Why does the bones matter so much?" he questioned suddenly springing to his feet. "More importantly what is your name!" Carl pointed at the man. Feeling rather foolish and self- righteous in the question.

The man smiled, and rubbed his chin in thought. "Well...call me Vasala as for the bones. No one knows why they are important. I believe since it's the skeletal features of every human being. Man or monster it doesn't matter. If they can be put together, Dracula's healing powers of self regeneration can and will take affect so..." Vasala looked at the friar expectedly for the other younger man to figure the last bit of the answer out.

"So..." Carl's jaw dropped "he will heal himself back to normal, go into hiding, and recover his strength." A nod confirmed the long explanation.

Van Helsing was not going to like this at all, to know he may have aided Anna and his family in entering Saint Peters gates. He, however, failed in ridding Dracula from the living world. Thus letting a monster rein free over whatever land the man was on.

"But why mate? Why Van? There surely must be others" Carl said hesitantly.

"Yes but Gabriel was Dracula's past lover and I fear that Dracula won't rest until he's with him again."

Carl felt faint and slid back onto the cushioned seats, a hand resting on his head as he rubbed it. Feeling an enormous headache coming. This was...wait...past lover? As in...relationship wise? "WHAT!?" Now he needed a time out. Just to think properly and stop imagining what it would be like to see Dracula and Van together.

Very disturbing.

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Gabriel's breath caught in the base of his throat, his body was shaking, trying to suppress the urge of collapsing and weeping. But he couldn't right now. Earlier he had awoken, before the conversation had held underway. He was a bit suspicious of why they left him to sleep and deserted him to talk. Finding the way was easy. Like tracking a werewolf. Reaching the library he merely had to lean against the door, be silent, not breath, and he could hear everything exchanged.

This man knew of who he was. Many people did, but like Dracula they spoke his newly first uncovered name. One step closer to revealing his past as being the left hand of god. But what must have been a real shocker that he learned two things that will change his total view on Dracula forever.

One. He was going to be a mate to Dracula. Since the sightings of werewolves have considerably dropped, and a antidote long ago used, he had nothing effective against the vampire king that could kill him. Therefore he was as good as gone in that department. On the other hand he could learn about his past but that didn't seem like a worthy exchange. His body for some memories. No, van didn't see that happening.

Two. He was in reality a lover. Past lover to Dracula. He already confirmed that he was the one that killed Dracula four in a half centuries ago, which no sense on how he survived. (He'd assume because he was the left hand of god that he was immortal) But now knowing that he had a serious relationship with Dracula confused him. His clouded memory was so jumbled and hidden that it would take years just to try and uncover it, not to mention that it may never unfold if it truly was hidden. But that was a chance he was willing to take.

Backing away he held his hat tightly, mind working over time as he sorted the information, not only little key points that were swamped together. The little tin bits were important to, hell, all that was important to his mind. "Great, my arch nemesis has a despiteful lust to captivate me and good god he'll breed me." Van sour fully talked to himself feeling as though the world had ended. His stomach was lurching with so many graphic and horrid thoughts if breeding that he headed down to the armory.

There was usually always brandy down there. At least, so people say.

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In the said fortress away from prying eyes, away from prodding people and normal civilization, a figure rested. He was clad in black, wore a formal black outfit and was currently lying down in the coffin that he called close to a bed. A smile passed his lips as he saw through the eyes of his snake friend. Little did his mate know that he knew where he would be at all time. And when the sun went down tomorrow, he will finally be able to feel his Gabriel, like so long ago.

His eyes surveyed the area. He had cleaned up after getting so bored sometimes and gradually it had returned to what it was when he had first came. But it was not as barren as one had hoped. It was decorated to fit the undead, and at times. The living.

Closing his eyes Dracula laid his two hands over his chest, arms crossing over to protect his heart form nightmares that would plague him. But soon, soon that would all stop. Once his precious mate was in his arms again. Able to embrace and feet the angelic blood like so long ago.

That sweet flowing blood... Of his mate. His Gabriel.

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A/N: This was more of an explanation and well XD Dracula sure is possessive of his things huh? Hah XD Hope you like the next chapter. Thanks for the wonderful reviews that inspire me to continue! Sorry if I spelt anything wrong. My spell check sucks a lot --;