Abraham strode fiercely through the armory snatching up anything she thought could be useful to him. Anna lagged slightly behind him.
"I hope you don't mind if I barrow some of these." He snapped and shoved all of his supplies into his pack. Anna crossed her arms and scowled.
"Why are you going? We need to bring the monster to safety, and do you really think Dracula is going to harm her?" She spat. Abraham spun slowly to Anna, but she stood her ground and simply glared.
"So you want me to just leave her there, with him? You're daft." He snatched his hat and began to walk down the hall.
"She is his only child." Abraham stopped and whirled around to face Anna.
"No-she-is-not" He said, pointing a warning finger at her, jabbing the air with each word. Anna ignored him.
"By now he has changed her completely. He won't hurt her; he will just contain her. He will try and make her forget, try to turn her against you, but you know she will never do so. She could even buy us time to get the monster to Rome. Please, Van Helsing, we could save so many." Abraham paused. Then continued to the door.
"There is only one I wish to save now." Anna struggled to keep calm.
"You selfish—" Abraham stopped and turned back to Anna and began to advance toward Anna.
"Selfish? What about when you were willing to risk Carl and I to save your brother? You did not care about anything accept to get him back alive!" He yelled. Anna faltered for a moment.
"He was the last of my family—"
"And she's the last of mine!"
"She is not even real family!"
"She is the only thing I have that even resembles one!" Outraged Abraham pointed in the general direction of the castle.
"She is up there, right now, probably scared and wondering what the hell is going to happen to her. I know she has changed. I felt her heartbeat stop! I felt that monster bite into her flesh, as if he had bitten me instead! But-I-wont-let-her-suffer-there! I'm going to bring her back!" Anna stared and the panting man. After a moment, she sighed and kneaded her forehead with her knuckles. When she looked up at Van Helsing, her tears had begun to flow again.
"You are willing to take responsibility for the slaughter that will occur when those children rise? For a life that has already been taken? She will be alright alone, Abraham." She paused. That was the first time she had called him that. She looked up into his face again.
"Please, for my people, for Carl, for me! For her! She would want you to do this." Abraham was now faltering as Anna had just done. Anna began to walk to him.
"If you go now, you'll be walking into a trap. He knows you'll come after her, and he will wait for you. By the time he realizes you are not, we will be in Rome." Abraham slumped slightly and tugged at his hat.
"Ena, she will feel so betrayed..." Anna shook her head fiercely.
"She knows our plans, or she will figure it out. Can't you tell her that somehow?" Abraham shook his head slowly.
"Every since she...died." Abraham struggled with the word.
"Our connection was broken." Anna rubbed the back of her neck. 'Of course' she thought, 'The living and the dead can't communicate.' Anna clasped her hands and pressed her lips to her knuckles. Finally she spoke.
"You know Ena better then anyone, Helsing. What would she do? What would she want you to do?" Abraham looked away defeated.
"She would want me to go to Rome." Anna nodded.
"So that is where we must go."