I was just surfing and it hit me that there is very little Dracula/Van Helsing slash. So, although humor has always been my forte and I never publish my serious works, I decided to write a lovely slash piece just the way I like them. Or at least I decided to make the attempt...
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Van Helsing related. But my dirty little thoughts are all mine.
Oh, and I changed the story a bit. Didn't care too much for the ending and I thought what the hell, it's my story.
'Til Death Do Us Part
The first ever serious fic posted by the Potato Princess
Chapter I
His hands clawed desperately at his ruined throat as he felt his lifeblood gush out. "Gabriel..."
But this monster was not Gabriel Van Helsing. It was a werewolf and whereas Gabriel could perhaps be enticed to mercy, this creature could not. And as Dracula was equally merciless, he supposed it was only fair that he was destroyed this way. The friar and the princess looked on as the werewolf plunged its claws into the vampire's chest and brutally tore and shredded the flesh. It lowered its head but before it could eat his heart, a lone cloud passed over the moon. Van Helsing dropped the bloody figure and turned to where Anna and Carl were standing. He met Anna's eyes and she froze.
"The madness is still upon him! Carl, run!"
Van Helsing, even when not in his wolf form, was still stronger than the princess and before Anna could cry out again, he crushed her throat with one hand. He threw her down on the floor and stalked after Carl. Dracula dragged himself over to where Anna lay, holding his insides in with one hand. He collapsed beside her and drew her to him with his free arm. A gurgling sound rose unheeded in her throat as he sank his fangs into her soft flesh, stealing the last of her life from her. He had barely rolled off her corpse when the werewolf attacked again. Carl had the antidote clutched in one hand but fear had paralyzed him. Dracula snatched the needle out of his hand and jabbed the werewolf in the gut.
Although Van Helsing had regained his human form he continued to fight like a demon. Carl was no longer standing there like a statue. He was instead kneeling on the ground praying. Dracula hissed in annoyance.
"Shut up! Do you really want to attract his attention?"
But it was Anna, not Carl, that attracted Van Helsing's attention. He walked away from the fight (much to Dracula's relief) and leaned down next to her corpse. Recognition and understanding dawned on his face as he met her murderer's eyes.
"Gabriel, Gabriel, Gabriel," he said soothingly. "She was already going to die. You killed her, remember? You have a nasty habit of killing the ones you love, Gabriel, a nasty habit."
Van Helsing crossed the room in a few long steps and slammed him against the wall.
"Murderer!"
He shook his head. "I thought I just explained that to you. It was you who killed her. I just eased her passing."
"Shut up, you smug bastard! You killed her."
"And you are trying to kill me. A little less pressure on my throat, Gabriel. It's remarkably difficult to argue with you when you're attempting to choke me. If I was alive like you and had to breathe, I would be extremely upset."
"I told you to shut up, you murdering son of a bitch! Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you now."
"Do I really have to, my sweet? The only reason you're arguing with me is because you have no idea how to kill me. If you knew, we wouldn't be having this little chat. With that said, I would prefer to have my feet on the floor instead of dangling a meter or so above it, if you don't mind."
Van Helsing pushed him away and walked towards Anna's limp form.
"Carl, we're leaving."
The friar nodded and put one hand consolingly on his shoulder. Van Helsing smiled bitterly. This was the first time he'd seen Carl at a loss for words. Dracula stepped towards them.
"But Gabriel, you only just got here. We have many things to discuss, you and I. You have questions and I know the answers. I can help you remember...Gabriel, I want you to remember!"
Van Helsing detected a strange note to his pleas. There was an undertone of loneliness, a hunger for some indistinguishable thing. He made the sign of the cross.
"Go back to hell."
He picked up Anna and left the castle. He looked back once in spite of himself, and it did not surprise him that the vampire was watching them leave. Something akin to sorrow passed across his face and he resisted a strange urge to return to the castle. He knew that those eyes would be watching until long after he left.
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