((Author's notes: Yay. Whee. And ... stuff. XD)) INCOMPLETE(still.)

((By the way, I do not own Van Helsing or any of its characters. Some of the people in the characters are mine though. I OWN HUGH JACKMAN! AHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHHAAA! Enjoy u.u;;))

Eternity and a Day

Chapter 1

Mourn mourn mourn. Sulk sulk sulk. That was what Van Helsing seemed to do these days. And kill evil monsters. He wasn't even making sarcastic comments about his only friend, Carl.

And now, he was going to Transylvania.

Carl was worried about his sanity.

Daydreaming, sulking (yes, even more sulking)...

But Carl could not come with him, because the town was "only" being terrorized by a werewolf. No, by werewolves.

Van Helsing sighed, sitting with his hands on the table. He sounded like a teenage girl daydreaming.

Van Helsing... Van Helsing... Gabriel...Van Hel- "Van Helsing!" His thoughts of Anna (in a see-through nightdress. Yes. He's a pervert. Dreaming of dead people.) was distracted by Cardinal Jinette yelling at him.

Van Helsing blinked a few times and muttered: "What?"

"The horse is waiting! Are you deaf?! Go, go, go!" Jinette yelled angrily at him.

Never argue with a pissed-off holy-man, thought our Hero.

Sluggishly, he rose and walked away.

Cardinal Jinette looked as he walked away, and shook his head.

Outside waited a handsome dark brown horse and Carl. "'Ello, Carl. What are you doing here?"

"I have here what you need, and extras just in case. I thought that maybe you'd forget." Van Helsing smiled and took the (heavy) brown bag gratefully, feeling very stupid next to his often-confused genius friend.

Van Helsing mounted on the horse, bid goodbye to the friar and rode off.

"Have a safe journey!" he heard Carl yell after him.

Our favourite Count sat on a rather comfy chair (the same chair where Anna's body was crushed, actually), thinking of the most brutal ways to kill Van Helsing.

Pff. Bastard. And he had offered to be partners in crime. Suddenly, someone broke his important concentration.

"Master!"

It was Aleera, on of his brides that had survived the longest. "We have a present for you!" said Marishka. She was killed easily when Van Helsing first came, and he was not so pleased with that.

Then Verona appeared, with a beautiful young woman.

He smiled. A very tasty and beautiful gift that is.

The brides all looked longingly at their master and their husband. He held out his hand, and the red-haired girl took it, as he had entered her mind, breaking her will.

He brushed a strand of hair off her face and admired the mortal beauty.

The Count kissed at her neck, and down from there, 'till he reached her breasts. Hungrily, he bit and his victim gave a small scream.

Life was good.

((Author's Notes: Good? Good. Hmm. There's not much of Carl. Bah, too bad. He's so cute. He's even better as Faramir. Oh yeah.))