Disclaimer: The characters and concepts in this story pertaining to the movie Van Helsing are the property of Stephen Sommers. This is an amateur effort with no intention of infringement of copyright policies. This story is for entertainment purposes only.
Chapter 16: Dancing
Gabriel felt like he was floating. It was as if someone had given him a large amount of sedatives and spun him around in circles. Morgan's faerie circle made him dizzy. He felt like he was nearing the point of unconsciousness but he could never push himself to sleep. He tried to close his eyes but he was forced to watch the spectacle of her magick recreate the circle in her image.
The walls of the circle expanded, moving outward from the center and plowing through where the trees and the wildlife had once existed. Their brilliant white light immediately changed to a golden colour, burning like a flame in the darkness of the night. They stretched up at least sixty or seventy feet before falling over in an elegant arch. Small block dots seeped into the gold walls just above the floor and within moments they shot up from the black stone that was now running over the ground. They wove and dipped, creating an eccentric pattern of vines that clung to the smooth and shining surface of the stone walls around them. Above him a small amount of blue light trailed in but was easily lost in the brilliance of the chamber. When he finally found enough strength to look back he found the skylight of the pentacle star, bearing the corresponding elements with each of the point. Earth lay to the north, fire to the south, air to the east and water to the west. In the middle there was a black void that he recognized as spirit, the final of the elements, the keys to life.
He brought his head back down to face Mina, whose face was hidden behind a white mask (if it was Mina. He couldn't focus on very much with his vision dancing circles around his eyes). Her brown hair was pinned back with white flowers and ribbons hanging from the elegant knot from the back of her head. Her hands were covered in white gloves and her body was dressed in a white dress that would put even Morgan to shame. It dipped low on her chest, a feature that was irritating her more as time wore on by the look on her face. Her face was contorted in an image of struggle, and he realized why a moment later when his limbs moved without his mind telling them to do so.
He was in black, a colour greatly suited for his mood. His mind, although sluggish, made itself a promise that Morgan would pay for the embarrassment of his enslavement. The idea of dancing made him cringe. He had never been good while conscious and the chances of being any better while slightly unconscious was very unlikely. Certainly, Morgan was more than likely holding the strings on her two new puppets, but that did nothing to reassure him. The thought of dancing still made him angry, and he fought to regain control of himself.
Still, he found that he could not. He still felt terrible, as if his mind was disconnected from his body entirely, but the feelings of control that Morgan gave him as she pieced through his mind gave him the feeling of severe weakness, just as he had when he had awoken at the Vatican or in Mina's home. He felt feverish, almost as if his limbs would not support his weight and he would keel over at any moment. But Morgan was not allowing him to. She kept his hands locked with Mina's and his head still, looking down at Mina's pale, masked face through his own mask. The dark lines of the face plate told him their identities were to be kept a secret.
Or was this a memory? Was she feeding off the lasting impression that Dracula's masquerade had made on him? Was Morgan capable of doing such a thing with the powers that she possessed? He didn't know. He couldn't even think at that point in time and his mind clouded over and he felt foggy once more.
Mina's body was close to his again, just as it had been on the horse. He felt her chest rising and falling quickly, under her own control. She seemed to fair better than he did. Her eyes were less cloudy and glazed than his appeared to be. She still leaned back slightly as she was dipped downward, his face just inches from her chest before she was pulled back up and managed to utter one word.
"Move…?" She asked him. He couldn't answer, but Mina took that as good an answer as any as she twirled outward, the white skirt flying around her legs before twisting back around her body. Mina suddenly gasped, her breaths ragged. The corset was tightening around her chest. She determined that speaking was not allowed in this realm.
Gabriel pulled her back into him, spinning her around so quickly the corset felt as if it grew tighter still, crushing all the breath from her lungs. Her lips trembled softly as she struggled to inhale. His mind could barely function anymore.
They were moving again, gliding around the hall almost. Mina had lost all the ability to breathe and speak, and her eyes were starting to fade. The electric blue stare flared to life from her irises. She stared up at Gabriel's dark eyes, his pupils lost within his nearly black irises.
She was spinning again dizzily, the corset remaining too tight to breathe but she managed to keep her mouth shut as Gabriel slid his hand down her back and into the sharp curve made by the bindings under the dress. He was fighting. She could tell by the stiffness of his movements. They glided around the corner of the room again and suddenly the room was no longer empty.
The hall was flooded with silhouettes, each solidifying immediately and taking the shape of nearly identical pairs. The women were in white, each dress the same as Mina's with the same masks. Each male wore black, the traditional clothes of a royal with a black mask resting across his eyes. It was an elaborate game of hide-and-seek but the only problem was they had found each other and couldn't do much about it.
They swung around another corner before Mina was released and given to another gentleman, still struggling to breathe as Gabriel was handed another woman. She had black hair and when he took a closer look he realized who it was behind the mask. It was Morgan. He could tell by her eyes.
"Mind if I cut in?" She asked with her dark, melodic voice. Her eyes gleamed with a sense of victory. Gabriel felt the control over his mouth cease and he was able to speak but for how long? He didn't know.
"What's wrong Gabriel?" She asked. "Cat got your tongue?"
"You know the Order never wanted you alive." He replied defiantly. She grinned.
"And this is supposed to surprise me? It would make perfect sense, my dear that Christ's followers and personal servants (there was emphasis on these words) would wish to burn a Pagan." Her words were dripping with her cold and dark undertones. Morgan forced herself to lead, taking the control from him again as a dark voice in his mind told him this was fine. "But it's more than that isn't it? Why do you show such passion and conviction with your hunt?"
His mouth was still free, but he didn't like the conversation.
"I'll kill you Morgan. Catholic or not, I'll kill you."
"Not very talkative are we?" She said coyly, shooting him a glance of pure poison. They swerved around the room again. Gabriel wanted to look anywhere else but into her face. Her face was darkly beautiful. Her cold, unforgiving stare consumed him, and even when he tried to look away her voice was in his ears, searching through his thoughts. "Perhaps I'll just have to drag the answer from you. Why is the Left Hand of God so consumed with the hunt?"
The words hit him again. The Left Hand of God… He hadn't thought about those words since his fight with Dracula. He had tried to find meaning in them but was left where he usually was with his memory: Nowhere.
"Oh here's something interesting. Anna Valerious: The first woman Gabriel can remember kissing."
"Get out of my head." He said coldly, his teeth clenching.
"And here's something even more interesting: Anna Valerious is the first innocent woman Gabriel Van Helsing can remember killing." Her final word made his head hurt as he fought for enough clarity to pull himself from her controlled stupor. She strengthened her hold on him. He groaned loudly as he tried to pull himself from her grasp.
"Get out of my head." He ordered again, this time growing louder. Morgan continued anyways.
"How did it feel to look down at her body Gabriel?" She asked him, leaning so close her mouth was just below his ear. Her cold breath moved over his neck and behind his head, gripping him further in her spell. "Maybe you can do it again."
She turned his head with her thought alone. Gabriel was spun around to look at the dancers ahead of him, finding Mina struggling more and more to breathe. The blood vessels in her eyes were beginning to burst and consume the whites of her eyes with red. Her cheeks were turning blue.
"I wouldn't worry too much. She'll just recover and come back, only to do it again." Morgan said, pulling his head back to her. "But I'm sure it will hurt you just as much. It's a pity you'll be watching her until her veins are empty and her heart turns to dust."
"Let her go." He said. Morgan shook her head and caused him to bring her into a dip, Gabriel face just inches from her own now. He could smell her, the scent of the four elements on her throat. He lifted her up out of her own accord and was sent back around the floor with her. They stopped seconds later as Morgan commanded a simpler form of dance, twirling out from his body before coming back in, her eyes locked once again with his.
"So this is what it feels like to be a wolf." She said. "Nothing but a doll to be played with. The rage is building up inside you though, and it's not just from Mina." She looked back as Mina slumped against her inhuman partner. Gabriel's lips tightened.
For a moment she was still, twirled around as a toy would be by a child before her eyes flickered open and she fought against the control that bound her body. Gabriel was drawn back to Morgan and his head was filled with more clouds. He tried to remember anything but even recent details were becoming difficult to recall. My name is Gabriel Van Helsing. I work for the Knights of the Holy Order. I know a man named Cardinal…Cardinal…CARL. No, that's not right. Carl is a monk…friar…monk…Jesus I can't remember. I can't remember my name. Wait, yes I can. It's Gabriel Van…Gabriel Van…Gabriel…
"You don't remember do you?" She asked him. "You don't remember Masada? No, Masada was just a dream wasn't it. And so were the Holy Wars across Europe. They too were just dreams. And there was never a Count Dracula or Mina Harker or Anna Valerious. They were all just silly dreams…"
No, they weren't silly dreams. Or were they? I can't remember.
"They were all just silly dreams…" She repeated. Gabriel watched her turn away from him. Mina was returned to him, still gasping in her corset. She hadn't recovered from her last bought of unconsciousness but her vampire body just kept coming back and back again until she was dry. But Gabriel couldn't say anything. He couldn't move his hands to the laces and undo them. He couldn't even feel her. Because Mina Harker was just a silly dream…or was she?
There was the sound of laughing somewhere. Gabriel felt his head clear somewhat, but he couldn't drag himself from his thoughtless and mindless form. He felt something grip the collar of his...jacket? He wasn't sure when that got there. A second later Mina's hands were gone from his and he was yanked from the room. He flew out of the boundary of the faerie ring and was dropped to the ground by Fallon. His face was dropped into the wet grass and he could smell tobacco from his rescuer. The thick throated Irishman laughed and pulled Mina out in much the same fashion, setting her down a little more gently. Gabriel felt her land slightly on top of him, her arm sprawled over his side as she coughed and spluttered, drawing in air quickly before moving back into her coughing fit. Fallon picked up the torch he had shoved into the ground and brought it up, swinging it around the perimeter of the circle while shouting curses at the faeries.
"Get out of here you bloody bastards!" He shouted, swinging the torch about before throwing a small necklace into the center of the circle. The inverted pentacle hit the ground and dispelled the circle at last, causing the ring of light to fall back into darkness. The toadstools that created it were destroyed, falling apart and their remains blown away with the wind. Fallon laughed again and ran to the center of the circle, picking up his necklace and tucking it away in his pocket. He drew the pentacle star from the right this time, moving in the inverted Water pentagram to banish the influence.
"You bitch decided to play it that way huh?" He asked to no one, although from what Gabriel picked up in his still clouded mind Fallon was shouting curses and insults at Morgan without her being present. Or was she still present? He was getting disoriented with his mind constantly questioning everything, although he assumed that was the purpose of Morgan's enchantment. She was trying to confuse him.
"Well then Fallon's got a bit of a present for you and your faerie friends." He said, reaching into his pocket and spreading some dust on the ground. "Looks like you won't be putting any more circles in tonight le Fey."
Gabriel's mind was reeling. He couldn't explain what was happening to him or verbalize it in any way. Morgan was still holding him in her hands, still twirling around on the black, ballroom floor hypnotically, still whispering in his ear. He questioned everything. There was nothing that was real for him except that lasting image of her dress swirling and her lips curving around the words as she spoke in his ear. He closed his eyes and tried to get rid of the dizzying images, trying to block them from his mind by reminding himself that she was lying and that this was real, but him mind started to question that too.
Mina was finally breathing steadily again, still shaking slightly in the cold. Fallon knelt down and placed a coat over her shoulders as she grabbed her head and winced, groaning loudly with pain. Her head was pounding with the words of that idiot male, telling her that she was to die over and over again. She was moving slowly away from it, but it took a minute for her to fully overcome it. The pain moved from her temples to the back of her scalp, all the while telling her that she must die, she must die, she must die…
"Just breathe…" She heard Fallon's voice. He hissed somewhere in the darkness. A moment later she opened her eyes and smelled blood in the cup under her nose. Fallon nodded to her. "Drink it." He ordered calmly. She took it from him and eyed him suspiciously, finding his wrist tied tightly with a cloth that was starting to soak up blood. She didn't say anything, drinking back the feelings of mysticism and freedom. She was struck with a vision of riding a horse and of firing a bow. It was beautiful to feel the wind in her hair and the tightness of the bow string, to run her fingers along the feather on the arrow and watch it soar through the sky. Fallon had blood rich with memories. He had blood that made her heart want to start beating again. Van Helsing's blood had the feelings of loneliness. When she had drunk his she felt cold and tired and her spirit felt weary. She embraced Fallon's blood though, drinking it down until the lost drop with in her mouth and she opened her eyes.
Fallon was attending to Gabriel, looking him over as his scarred face twisted into a smile. She didn't particularly like the look Fallon was giving Gabriel. He was nodding to himself.
"She's in there." He said. Gabriel didn't seem to be moving. His eyes were open but there was confusion. He couldn't understand what was happening. "She likes this one. Come on, help me get him back. She needs a good strong dose of gypsy medicine and then he'll be right as rain…or a raving lunatic."
Mina shook her head. Did he just say what I think he said? Mina half considered it to be gypsy humour or something, but Fallon's flippant comment about lunacy was making her worry.
The blood's effect was residual now, but it was still there. It was breathing free air and it was running with the wind, that's what Fallon's blood was. He was pure wild child.
He helped her to her feet first. He made sure the coat was snug on her shoulders before heaving Gabriel to his feet. Van Helsing seemed to stir.
"What do you mean, raving lunatic?" He asked angrily, moaning a little as he fought for clarity. He raised a hand to his forehead as his temples throbbed. Nothing Fallon was saying was making any sense.
"Oh so she didn't take your tongue? That's always good. Come on now Miss Harker we're going to need to get him some place where we can knock some sense into him. Aingeal will know exactly what to do with him."
"What do you intend on doing to him?" She asked, trailing after him slowly, taking a moment for her senses to come back. She hugged the coat tighter as she followed the silhouette through the woods, weaving through the trees.
"Morgan tends to use the curse of confusion when people walk into a faerie ring. It's not as effective on the undead, as you may have noticed, but even the strongest of humans-like good ol' Gabriel here-fall victim to it." Gabriel heard his name but his head dropped again to his chest. Mina was trying to keep up but Fallon was faster and stronger at the moment. His breathing was steady, and every time he exhaled she could see a cold cloud of mist rise from his lips. "It's a lovely little curse. They question absolutely everything. Eventually they just go mad, unless you know how to get her out of there."
They broke into the clearing and immediately Fallon dragged Gabriel to the caravan nearest the forest. They made it up the steps (Gabriel fell once, groaned, and was pulled back to his feet). Mina followed close by as Fallon opened the door and allowed them inside, pulling Gabriel back to the bed before dropping him quickly. Gabriel nearly struck his head on the headboard.
Fallon's caravan was small and cramped, but it was warm and homely at the same time. It was a rich mahogany colour and was decorated with coloured hand prints made by his sons. There was a wood stove that was burning and dishes were scattered over the counters. The bed Gabriel was lying on was across from the stove, but there was another in the back with the blankets rumpled and looking as if it had never been made up again in its entire existence. Mina sat down next to Gabriel, watching him jerk away at her touch.
Fallon sighed a little and turned back to the cupboards. He started searching through the shelves. Mina sighed deeply and looked back at Gabriel.
"See the confusion curse places her inside him." He said. "So whatever he sees, she sees. It's the best way to get close to us here. Both my boys have gotten it and have pulled through. They're younger and weaker which is a good sign. Unfortunately, sometimes you end up like Alan and you are never the same."
"Alan?"
"You can look for him tomorrow. Right now we've got to force her out of him." He said. Mina watched as he started rifling through the cabinets and pulled out many odd looking ingredients. He smelled them and tossed them down on the counter. She could smell them from her spot on the bed and her brow furrowed and face scrunched up in disgust. Some of the fragrances were not pleasant at all.
Fallon marched over to the door. He shouted out for his wife who could be seen through the window, trotting over in her dress as flowers hung from her hair. She was a plump woman, but was curvy and toned just the same. Her right arm was especially muscular and Mina recognized this as a sign that she was right handed. More than likely she could fire a bow as well and use a sword; two skills Mina had been exposed to but never excelled in. She was much better with smaller weapons like a pistol and a dagger, and even they had their limits. Her best defense mechanism was the bats she could force her body to take shape as.
The woman brought Fallon's blood back to her mouth. She could taste the spirit in it, the human soul behind it. The scent of the grass was in her nose and she felt heavy once again, weighted down by the euphoria the thoughts put her into. There were days spent on horseback and nights spent under the stars. There were the faces of his two sons, chasing each other and pretending to be knights killing off the faerie creatures that haunted his perfect world. There was his wife at the fire, singing in a low alto voice. Her words were in Gaelic and Mina couldn't understand, but Fallon's blood gave them meaning. He gave her sights and sounds of places she had only dreamed of and emotions she had never felt. That freedom and that 'beauty in all life' feeling collected in her heart. It was poetry in motion. It was purely Fallon.
"My, aren't they a right bunch of fools wandering into a toadstool ring late at night." She said. Mina looked up and found 'Aingeal' in the doorway, hands on her hips. Her voice was thick with Ireland as well. "What did you bloody expect from such a place?"
"Who is that?" Gabriel was slightly elevated on the bed now, looking over at the doorway. He had a faraway look in his eyes. The woman rolled her eyes and looked over at her husband.
"So he's lucky number eleven huh? I suppose it's fitting, taking him. Besides, something isn't right about the other. What are you deary? Vampire? Nymph? Sorceress?"
Mina's throat went dry. Her hair was around her throat. There was no way 'Aingeal' could have told her that without seeing her scars. But just with a glance the woman had read her secrets, immediately discerning that she wasn't a human girl. The moonlight barely gave her secret away. The living blood inside her made Mina's skin glow almost humanly again, and 'Aingeal' was no paler than she. Mina couldn't say anything but unintelligible blabber. She tried to make her tongue work but it wouldn't.
"Vampire." The woman said with a nod. Fallon smiled at his wife's shrewdness. "They're the only bloody creatures on this planet who would stare at my neck when asked such a question." Mina hadn't even noticed she had been staring. She pulled her eyes away and closed them, hanging her head in shame. The woman clapped her hands together and rushed to the cupboards, still talking.
"There's no reason to be bloody well ashamed about something like that. You're luckier than most in the long run." The woman was talking nonsense. Lucky? What was lucky? Oh, yes the equivalent of 'blessed'. She must be talking to someone else. I am not blessed. Damned is more like it.
"Her ladyship has no care for such creatures." 'Aingeal' said, rummaging through the items on the counter before digging through the cupboards some more. Gabriel groaned and pushed himself into a sitting position. His head was a little clearer but not much. He watched the woman pulled a sack of liquid down out of the cupboard and pour a small amount of a gelatinous fluid into a wooden cup. Fallon had disappeared for a moment, but returned a moment later with more wood for the fire.
She turned around and offered the cup to Gabriel.
"Drink it down." She said. "All of it. I don't want to see a drop of it in there by the time I get it back." Gabriel groaned a little as the clouds in his head remained. Was that woman mothering him? She sounded as if she had just ordered him to do something like tidy his room or make his bed or wash behind his ears. It was a foreign feeling to have someone mother him in such a manner. Certainly Jinette came close, but his orders were not what one would consider to be motherly. How many mothers ordered their children to leave the country and go kill a werewolf?
He stared at the black liquid a moment. His instincts came back and he sniffed it a little receiving a slap on the back of the hand from 'Aingeal'.
"You don't bloody smell it!" She said, issuing a frightful look from Mina and a confused look from Gabriel. He wanted to do anything but just sit there and look from the Irish woman in front of him and the cup in his hands but he was too tired. He was too tired of waking up to the same dire situation in which the chances of survival were slim and the chances of his friends' survival were even slimmer. He gave in finally, placing his lips to the rim of the cup and tipped it back.
"And don't let it touch your tongue." She ordered. Gabriel wished she had told him that earlier. The substance tasted absolutely horrible. It clung to his mouth and stuck to his tongue. Not even his saliva could get rid of the taste. He swallowed (painfully) and nearly gagged when he brought the cup away from his mouth. 'Aingeal' took it from him and set it on the counter, waiting for a moment for it to take effect.
Gabriel wasn't sure why she was looking at him. He wiped his lips shakily and realized how much strength the movement had required. The liquid was still moving into his stomach but when it hit he felt it, but not in his digestive system. It struck him with a wave of dizziness that was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. His head swayed a little and for a moment it was like being trapped in Morgan's faerie ring again. But seconds later he felt something that greatly resembled a horse trampling over his head, stomping on his face and shattering his skull.
And then the fog cleared, but only darkness rushed up to greet him.
Author's Notes: Oh that was a fun little romp through the mind of Gabriel. Unfortunately I left a bit of a mess. That makes for excellent flashbacks, but that's next chapter ladies and gentlemen!
Now to give a bit of explanation about some of the information used in the chapter:
The inverted pentacle, although employed by the church of Satan as a symbol of the goat head is NOT a symbol of Satan in the story. In fact in some Pagan circles second year students of Witchcraft must wear the inverted pentacle to symbolize the changes they are going through (I'm pretty sure. I'll have to check again but I know it's not just a symbol of Satan). Most of the symbols I've used have a Pagan heritage. And, as an interesting tidbit of information to all who believe the five pointed star is part of devil worship: It was actually a Christian symbol during the crusades and it represented the wounds of Christ from his crucifixion (His head, His hands, and His feet). I thought that was cool when I read it.
The second thing I would like to point out about the magick I am employing in this story is that most of it actually can be seen in Wiccan rituals. Although the effects are amplified to make them more tangible and more powerful, the uses of the pentacles are accurate to most spell books I own. The invoking pentacle of water is drawn from the left point and to dispel it is the opposite (just as Fallon has done).
And I would just like to write this final note for reference to all the readers: Earlier on I said this wouldn't be a Mary Sue, and I have tried very hard to keep Mina and Gabriel from rushing into a relationship or Mina wimpifying Gabriel so she can shine. This chapter kind of gives the reader a sense that Gabriel was weaker than Mina, but I promise that this does have a reason that will be expressed in later chapters. I hope that I haven't made her too Mary Sue-ish. If I have please tell me in a review! Thank you!
Oh yes, and a question for all who review: Who would like to see a sequel? And as a follow up question, who would like Mina to be a part of the sequel?
Reviews:
Verona Dracula: Oh I'm a sucker for romance too! I try not to be but I love it. I love Kate and Leopold and cried straight through The Matrix: Revolutions because I knew what was going to happen. I'm not going to say anything online, but if you've seen Revolutions and love Trinity you'll know what I sobbed for. I did in a sense like the fact that Anna died, only because I really don't like Kate Beckinsale, but that's just me. There wasn't an awful lot of romance in this chapter, but it's an eventual thing. It'll come!
Trinety Van Helsing: I'm happy it could be of service and I'm glad you're enjoying it! Good luck on your fic!
J: I'm sorry about the timing! I didn't know at first when Stoker had written the story but it leaves a seven years gap in between Stoker's novel and Gabriel's journey to Transylvania (I think, 1892 and 1899, but who knows? I could be mistaken. I have to get through the book).
Grissom: I'm so happy to hear that you're happy to see an Author Alert! It's really nice to hear that your work is appreciated. This chapter took me a little longer than expected, mainly because I was unsure of how to write the faerie ring. I wanted it to be an illusion that resembled something from Gabriel's mind since Morgan could access his thoughts easier than she could Mina's (It's all part of this crazy plot, but it will make sense eventually. I'm not intentionally giving Mina more strength than Gabriel). I finally bought the novelization and was so happy about it that I read in three hours straight. It was fabulous! I barely studied for my American History exam it was so great. I loved the flashbacks of Anna's past and the emotions that were conveyed in writing. It gave you a much deeper look at the characters. The game however is financially impossible right now. Renting it doesn't exactly give me any type of satisfaction because it has to go back in three days or else those bloody late fees hit me hard. And Playstation 2 games are more expensive than DVD's (almost 8 bucks to rent one! I was in shock).
I love torturing my favourite characters. It's the main reason why I wanted Morgan to bewitch Gabriel. She's creepy, immortal, but I think she's a little bit infatuated with Carl because he seems to be a threat to her (he makes the weapons and in a sense is equally as dangerous as Gabriel). Besides, he also seems to indulge her intellectual vanity, a quality I think Morgan displayed mainly because in her time women would looked down upon and owned, unless you were the Celts or the Vikings. The Celts would bring their women into battle with them, and one of the greatest Queens in England's history was a Celt. Boudicca was a fiery red headed Queen who burned London to the ground when the Romans beat her and raped her two daughters. She rallied a huge army of over 80,000 and massacred the Roman troops throughout England. There's actually a monument to her in London and archaeologists have found proof that the city was destroyed by fire and tied it back to her. But, I digress.
I was reading your stories! And I took a look at your profile and found that you have the same opinion I do: CSI: Miami and that other crazy one is NOT CSI! You have to have Grissom and Sara (Nerd Love, I love it. Especially the episode where they're investigating the woman murdered in her shower and Grissom makes that little speech. It was beautiful). I took a look at a few of them and left two anonymous reviews since I didn't have much time to sign in. You're a very talented writer! I would offer my help to Beta your Van Helsing story but I'm going on vacation in a few days and won't have much time on my hands. Sorry!
Ouch. I've been there in a game. I've been playing the Matrix game since I bought it and have yet to beat the second last world on it. It's pissing me off! Aleera was my favourite bride, even though she talked WAY too much for her own good. Maybe you could just engage her in conversation and when she least expects it stake her! Alright, nobody said it was the best idea, but it would work in real life.
HyperCaz: I LOVE SHREK 2! I've seen it twice now and I love that song! I have it downloaded on my computer and listen to it all the time. I even listen to it while I'm writing (like the scene where Gabriel rides down the street and grabs Mina and pulls her up the horse). It's such a good song!
And there's nothing wrong with being a deranged psychopath. Just look at Hyde! He was deranged but he made for damn good entertainment.
Scholar: Faeries are crazy little things. I've never actually had a run in with one but I'd imagine it'd be very weird.
Sirhcvuli: HERE IT IS! HERE IT IS!
Doodily Doo: Oh, it would make such a great Fanfiction. I could just imagine the mental stress-and possibly physical pain-the psychiatrist would go through. Gabriel could probably send someone else into therapy! Or is that Carl? I don't know.
Beautifully Immortal: I hope this was soon enough!
Shadowsage: I've been bookmarked (gives a grin from ear to ear). YAY!
I hope everyone enjoyed this installment enough to review again! Thank you everyone!
