Deliverance By: Trunks Lil Sis Authors Notes: This just started randomly after seeing the movie and deciding that Carl and Gabriel so could have something going on. It's filled with Angst and I didn't expect it to be a series, considering I have other out there, but the end of this is kind of hinting into one . . . odd . . . . well, tell me what you think. This is SLASH. Get over it if you don't like it. It isn't going anywhere, I assure you of this.
Deliverance:
The Vatican had never looked so dreary, Gabriel Van Helsing observed. He took the steps two at a time, forgetful of his much shorter companion that dragged behind. He could think nothing of the next case he would face, or perhaps even resting. He was completely taken with depression. He had lost the last heir to the Valerious family. He had lost her by his own doing.
Carl, the Friar said nothing of his friend's rough and now often brash actions. He needn't look hard to find the sorrow and self hatred the dark haired man carried. Carl himself felt this way when he began to dwell on the thought too long. He wanted to be happy and knew that Anna had found her way to her family. That she was truly at peace. He forced himself to believe there was naught he could have done.
Things happened for a reason, he thought logically. Yes, the blood line would run dry with Anna's death, but they would never be forgotten. The people of Transylvania would carry on the memory of their beloved princess. No, there wasn't a chance she could be forgotten. History would not permit that.
Besides, Carl had urgent and far more pressing matter to attend to. The order would not be pleased with him, for he had gone against their wishes. They had ordered him to have Gabriel destroy the Frankenstein monster. They feared for the safety of people of riots began over him. But instead, Carl found his own heart would not permit the destruction, and in this moment of weakness, he had also neglected to mention Gabriel's infection—which surely they knew of by now.
Confession. Yes, confession was the first on his list. Then he would then attempt to comfort his friend, whom he was sure wanted nothing of the sort. At least he would not attempt it at the moment. Who knew what the night would bring.
But Carl understood what type of a man Gabriel Van Helsing was, not from his friend's lack of evasion. He knew quite plainly the burden that weighed upon strong, but breakable shoulders. He put up a strong exterior because he hurt deeply on the inside. Carl found that many great men dealt with their pain along these ways. Every time murder met his ears, Gabriel faltered just a bit, and Carl believed it was even worse when they called him hero.
Carl wasn't sure if Gabriel loved Anna and part of him grew dark with jealously that he flung away almost immediately. He was a Friar, and he had no place for such feelings. Gabriel was his friend, as was Anna, and he tarnished the both of them by harboring such thoughts.
Yes, confession would be lengthy upon this night.
And indeed, after many hours and a few passed tears he set aside past events and made the long journey up many flights of stairs. He paused in front of the wooden door, not afraid, or intimidated, merely composing himself for the long talk ahead. Convincing Gabriel Van Helsing of anything he did not want to believe was bound to be difficult. And convincing him Anna's death had not been his fault, but the werewolf instead, would be nearly impossible.
"Van Helsing? Gabriel?" Carl knocked soundly on the door, finding it safer to call his surname first. "Is it alright if I am to come in?"
Upon receiving no answer he hesitated, then pushed forward, determined to speak to the stubborn man that very evening.
"Why do you persistently pester me, Carl? Can you not grant me a small amount of peace?"
Carl looked upon his friend, standing near a grand window, stone face in place. "We'll someone had to come dig you out of the hole, and lucky me, I picked the short straw." Both knew his façade was fake, but neither said a word of it.
Carl instead moved to the basin and poured fresh, cool water, playing the part of servant. He ignored this, remembering while he was a Friar, he was also a friend. "Honestly, you must take better care of yourself. Mustn't become sick."
"Perhaps if I were to become sick God would take my life and the devil my soul. At least then redemption would come and I could pass in peace."
The Friar rolled his eyes. "Come off it, and come wash yourself. You aren't fooling anyone with the smell you're giving off. Smelled it all the way down in confession, I did."
"I cared for her."
Carl sighed, biting back tears that should not have made their way to the surface. "I know this Gabriel. And she loved you in return. But God works in ways we cannot understand. He ultimately knows what is best for us, and we must walk in faith. Anna did not die in vain, nor did you murder her."
"You were there Carl, do not doubt my words. I drove her forward, and in the end held her back. Her death lays upon my hands and her blood upon my heart for the rest of my life. I will find neither solace nor peace before death."
Lightening flash reflexes that had saved Van Helping's life many times before, were not nearly fast enough to block the soft shoe of an angry Friar. He turned after the blunt object struck the back of his head in anger, but upon seeing the face of a dear friend, his features took on a sorrowful appearance.
Carl was crying. His short, but brave friend, who always complained about the task but never backed out of it was crying. Carl who had never let him down and the same man whose inventions had saved him countless times was crying. Neither at the death of his fellow Friars or the death of Anna had he cried. Yet now he allowed the wet tears to dampen his face. Why was this so?
"Yes, Gabriel, you have the right to morn her, as we all do. She was a strong, beautiful and courageous woman who fought until the very end to save you. We all miss her dearly, but most of us accept that she has found peace. She is with her father and mother and brother, and you cannot take that from her."
Carl made a trip around the room to retrieve his shoe. "What you fail to see, my friend, the left hand of God, is that there are those here who still care for you. We do not care to see you waste away into nothing. And I most certainly will not stand for it. Many times have you saved innocent lives, and it is not the method that matters. God would not approve and God would not will it, if you were not correct."
"Anna was innocent. What of that, my friend? What of the woman I killed?"
Carl raised his shoe again, threatening to hurl it once more if necessary. "What is so terribly hard to understand? Do you not understand the words that come from my mouth? God would not allow it if it were not predestined. Anna gave her life so you could continue to save others. She made her choice, and it was a selfless, pure choice. Now it is time for you to make a choice."
"You speak of those who care for me, dare I say love me? How is this possible, Friar? I am Gabriel Van Helsing. I murder and steal. I am but a ghost to the world. Few know of me, and even fewer of my plights. So speak! Tell me, whom I should carry on for. Who will wait for me?"
In the last minute of desperation, Carl threw down his shoe and flew swiftly to the door. "It is I who loves you, Gabriel. It is I would worries for you, and prays for you. I see your battle with inner demons and I who you with those outside. I would stand by your side until the end, and I would care little of myself, to see you happy. I defy God for you!"
Carl was then gone, and Gabriel alone. As it was intended, as it would be for a very long time if something was not done.
Deliverance:
The Vatican had never looked so dreary, Gabriel Van Helsing observed. He took the steps two at a time, forgetful of his much shorter companion that dragged behind. He could think nothing of the next case he would face, or perhaps even resting. He was completely taken with depression. He had lost the last heir to the Valerious family. He had lost her by his own doing.
Carl, the Friar said nothing of his friend's rough and now often brash actions. He needn't look hard to find the sorrow and self hatred the dark haired man carried. Carl himself felt this way when he began to dwell on the thought too long. He wanted to be happy and knew that Anna had found her way to her family. That she was truly at peace. He forced himself to believe there was naught he could have done.
Things happened for a reason, he thought logically. Yes, the blood line would run dry with Anna's death, but they would never be forgotten. The people of Transylvania would carry on the memory of their beloved princess. No, there wasn't a chance she could be forgotten. History would not permit that.
Besides, Carl had urgent and far more pressing matter to attend to. The order would not be pleased with him, for he had gone against their wishes. They had ordered him to have Gabriel destroy the Frankenstein monster. They feared for the safety of people of riots began over him. But instead, Carl found his own heart would not permit the destruction, and in this moment of weakness, he had also neglected to mention Gabriel's infection—which surely they knew of by now.
Confession. Yes, confession was the first on his list. Then he would then attempt to comfort his friend, whom he was sure wanted nothing of the sort. At least he would not attempt it at the moment. Who knew what the night would bring.
But Carl understood what type of a man Gabriel Van Helsing was, not from his friend's lack of evasion. He knew quite plainly the burden that weighed upon strong, but breakable shoulders. He put up a strong exterior because he hurt deeply on the inside. Carl found that many great men dealt with their pain along these ways. Every time murder met his ears, Gabriel faltered just a bit, and Carl believed it was even worse when they called him hero.
Carl wasn't sure if Gabriel loved Anna and part of him grew dark with jealously that he flung away almost immediately. He was a Friar, and he had no place for such feelings. Gabriel was his friend, as was Anna, and he tarnished the both of them by harboring such thoughts.
Yes, confession would be lengthy upon this night.
And indeed, after many hours and a few passed tears he set aside past events and made the long journey up many flights of stairs. He paused in front of the wooden door, not afraid, or intimidated, merely composing himself for the long talk ahead. Convincing Gabriel Van Helsing of anything he did not want to believe was bound to be difficult. And convincing him Anna's death had not been his fault, but the werewolf instead, would be nearly impossible.
"Van Helsing? Gabriel?" Carl knocked soundly on the door, finding it safer to call his surname first. "Is it alright if I am to come in?"
Upon receiving no answer he hesitated, then pushed forward, determined to speak to the stubborn man that very evening.
"Why do you persistently pester me, Carl? Can you not grant me a small amount of peace?"
Carl looked upon his friend, standing near a grand window, stone face in place. "We'll someone had to come dig you out of the hole, and lucky me, I picked the short straw." Both knew his façade was fake, but neither said a word of it.
Carl instead moved to the basin and poured fresh, cool water, playing the part of servant. He ignored this, remembering while he was a Friar, he was also a friend. "Honestly, you must take better care of yourself. Mustn't become sick."
"Perhaps if I were to become sick God would take my life and the devil my soul. At least then redemption would come and I could pass in peace."
The Friar rolled his eyes. "Come off it, and come wash yourself. You aren't fooling anyone with the smell you're giving off. Smelled it all the way down in confession, I did."
"I cared for her."
Carl sighed, biting back tears that should not have made their way to the surface. "I know this Gabriel. And she loved you in return. But God works in ways we cannot understand. He ultimately knows what is best for us, and we must walk in faith. Anna did not die in vain, nor did you murder her."
"You were there Carl, do not doubt my words. I drove her forward, and in the end held her back. Her death lays upon my hands and her blood upon my heart for the rest of my life. I will find neither solace nor peace before death."
Lightening flash reflexes that had saved Van Helping's life many times before, were not nearly fast enough to block the soft shoe of an angry Friar. He turned after the blunt object struck the back of his head in anger, but upon seeing the face of a dear friend, his features took on a sorrowful appearance.
Carl was crying. His short, but brave friend, who always complained about the task but never backed out of it was crying. Carl who had never let him down and the same man whose inventions had saved him countless times was crying. Neither at the death of his fellow Friars or the death of Anna had he cried. Yet now he allowed the wet tears to dampen his face. Why was this so?
"Yes, Gabriel, you have the right to morn her, as we all do. She was a strong, beautiful and courageous woman who fought until the very end to save you. We all miss her dearly, but most of us accept that she has found peace. She is with her father and mother and brother, and you cannot take that from her."
Carl made a trip around the room to retrieve his shoe. "What you fail to see, my friend, the left hand of God, is that there are those here who still care for you. We do not care to see you waste away into nothing. And I most certainly will not stand for it. Many times have you saved innocent lives, and it is not the method that matters. God would not approve and God would not will it, if you were not correct."
"Anna was innocent. What of that, my friend? What of the woman I killed?"
Carl raised his shoe again, threatening to hurl it once more if necessary. "What is so terribly hard to understand? Do you not understand the words that come from my mouth? God would not allow it if it were not predestined. Anna gave her life so you could continue to save others. She made her choice, and it was a selfless, pure choice. Now it is time for you to make a choice."
"You speak of those who care for me, dare I say love me? How is this possible, Friar? I am Gabriel Van Helsing. I murder and steal. I am but a ghost to the world. Few know of me, and even fewer of my plights. So speak! Tell me, whom I should carry on for. Who will wait for me?"
In the last minute of desperation, Carl threw down his shoe and flew swiftly to the door. "It is I who loves you, Gabriel. It is I would worries for you, and prays for you. I see your battle with inner demons and I who you with those outside. I would stand by your side until the end, and I would care little of myself, to see you happy. I defy God for you!"
Carl was then gone, and Gabriel alone. As it was intended, as it would be for a very long time if something was not done.