Well sorry for the wait, my friend left yesterday and my dog had to go to the vet. He hurt his leg, they think he might have to have surgery. And with school and projects I've been kinda busy. Well here's chapter 2 everyone, enjoy!

Confusion

Van Helsing awoke with a start. Looking around his dark room as if he was looking for a long, lost friend.

He sat there thinking about his dream, about her. It was terrifying yet amazing. This beautiful woman with long onyx colored hair, alabaster skin, and deep crystal blue eyes. They seemed to know each other, like they were in love in this amazing world around them. He felt like he knew her and he wanted to question her about them but soon the place changed. Her love filled eyes turned fearful, like they were in pain. He could feel the same feeling of pain and fear well up inside him, he tried to save her but was being held back by an unseen foe. He watched as she was being carried off, unable to do anything but scream for her. This scene too was replaced with more resent memories. From the time when he was found on the steps of the church by the cardinal to the death of Anna, but one thing was different, she was there too. Through everything that he went through. She was in the shadows true, but she was just watching everything with a look of peace on her face.

The last scene still replayed in his mind, her pained look as he turned from his werewolf form back to his human... he would never forget that look.

He decided to get up and prepare for the long journey. Even though it was a few hours till dawn. He needed to think, think about his mission, the new weapons Carl made, heck anything but her. It was tearing him up inside not knowing who she was.

Walking into his bathroom, he stripped down and stepped into the warm spray. He decided that he would question the cardinal about his dream after his shower. Standing there under the warm spray, shaking of any and all confusion in his head he decided to put all thoughts of his head he decided to put all thoughts of this woman out of his head and start to focus on the up coming mission.

Stepping out into the cool room he searched for his towel, hoping to get dry soon. He realized he only had an hour left for breakfast, dressing, and weapons...and not to mention waking Carl.

Dressing quickly he set about his business, eating, weapons, getting Carl and a quick farewell talk to the cardinal. And with that they were off on the mission, which to Van Helsing, was from Hell.

' So Van Helsing, how do you suppose we kill Dracula this time?'

' I don't know Carl...' Van Helsing said slightly upset.

' Well I think we should come up with an idea soon. We really need a plan.' Stated Carl, oblivious to the demon slayers mood.

' ....I. don't. know. Carl.' Van Helsing said slightly angrier.

'Well you can't turn into a werewolf again now can you.' Carl said, still oblivious to Van Helsing's temper.

'I said I. Don't. Know. Carl!!' shouted Van Helsing, looking at Carl with the promise of death with another question pertaining to Dracula or the mission.

' Ok, then I'll just shut up now ok.' Carl said meekly. Fearing for his own well being.

'......'

' Alright well....sorry.' Carl mumbled while looking at his travel companion. Van Helsing sat rigidly in his saddle with a grim yet sad look on his face.

I hope this is over soon, poor VanHelsing, he shouldn't have to be put though this. I hope he can find happiness one day...