Late the next evening, Van Helsing, Carl and Anna arrived in Transylvania. They walked silently in. The streets were lined with frost. It was full of people, going about their usual daily routine. They stopped to stare as their Gypsy princess walked past.

"They don't like me," she said. "They don't believe it is me."

They reached the well, where Gabriel had first met Anna. A woman, young and pretty, stood there. She was shorter than most, even Carl, and slim. Her hair, fine and golden, fell just past her shoulders, and framed her pale, pretty face. Her eyes, green-blue, took in the arrivals. She was dressed rather like Anna- tight black trousers, heeled black boots, and a tight blouse of white silk. She was heavily armed.

"I thought we sent you to Rome," she said coldly to Anna, revealing a strong accent.

"And I came back from Rome. Doesn't that tell you that maybe I don't want to be in Rome?" Anna asked cockily.

The woman rolled her eyes. "And who have you brought with you?"

"I am Gabriel Van Helsing, and this Friar is our friend, Carl."

The woman cackled. "In our midst we have the late Anna Valerious and the great Van Helsing! The only one I find believable is the little friar!"

Carl scowled angrily.

"It's true," said Anna. "You may have assumed the role of princess around here, but the people will find their need for me great soon, you will see."

With that she stomped off towards Valerious Manor. Van Helsing and Carl followed, struggling to keep up with her angrily fast pace.

"Miserable whore," she muttered. "I didn't like her much when I was alive..."

They reached the manor. Anna kicked open the front doors dramatically.

"Home at last, eh?" Carl smiled as they stepped in.

Anna froze. Her body tensed. "He's here."