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A Stranger in Transylvania

Abigail Van Helsing looked down on the place where she had lived for the past sixteen years. Her life had settled into a daily routine with time for little adventure. When she asked her parents why they went to great lengths to protect her, Abby always got the same answer. No matter how much she tried telling her parents that she was old enough to take care of herself, they would never listen. Abby knew there had to be some logical explanation for he parent's behavior. As soon as they return from their visit to the Vatican, we will sit down and sort things out then Abby thought as she headed back to the village.

As she slowly rode her horse into the village, an older woman approached her. She had a look of panic in her eyes.

"There's a stranger in the village miss and he is dressed in the same clothing that your father wears." The woman told her

"Are you sure it isn't my father?" Abby asked the woman.

"Quite sure miss." The woman replied. Abby dismounted from her horse and tethered the reins to a tree branch. The stranger was standing in the middle of the square as calm as could be taking in all of the Transylvanian community. Drawing out a small knife from an inside coat pocket, she quietly approached the stranger. Abby moved as quiet as a lioness that is out in the brush stalking her prey. Just as she was about to make her move, the stranger somehow sensed her presence.

"If I were you, I'd drop the knife." A deep, husky voice boomed. Abby's heart was in her throat. How in God's name could he sense her behind him? I didn't even make a sound.

"Please drop the knife," the voice commanded of her again, "I'd hate to hurt you." Abby dropped the knife and backed away slowly from where it had dropped. Suddenly the stranger turned around and met her gaze. It was a young man dressed in the same attire that her father sported. He even had a long, black trench and hat that was identical to her father's as well. She then looked at his face. It was as hard as a rock. His features seemed to be chiseled into his flesh. The young man had the deepest blue eyes that she had ever seen. A thick, black mop of hair crowned the top of his head. Abby's breath caught in her throat as she continued to gaze at the young man before her. She couldn't remember the last time she had seen such a handsome young man.

"May...may I ask your name sir." Abby said her voice trembling. The young man didn't say a word. He just kept looking over her in the same way she had just done with him.

"You don't have to be afraid of me. I have no intention of hurting you." The young man stated as he approached her. Abby backed away from him still feeling uneasy. Her stomach was in knots. She had never been so afraid of a man in her life, so what was so different about this one? Her mind tried desperately to all of the questions racing through her head. The young man had already caught up to her. He drew her into his arms. While his embrace was very powerful, it was also very gentle. Abby soon was trapped in the young man's gaze, his blue eyes cutting through her very soul.

"My name is Michael. I have been sent here to protect you Abigail Van Helsing." Michael said. Abby stared at him before sinking into darkness.


A/N: Sorry that the first chapter is so short. Please R&R! Let me know whether or not you'd like me to continue the story. As always, no flames please.