Disclaimer: As usual, I do not own Van Helsing or any of the characters.

Why Are You Here

Abby slowly opened her eyes slowly and looked around. She realized that she was lying on her bed in her room. Sitting up slowly, Abby realized that she had developed quite a headache. The last thing she remembered was talking to the stranger who had called himself Michael. Beyond that everything else was a blank. No matter how hard she tried to remember what had taken place, nothing came to her.

"Oh Miss Abby, you're awake!" Trudy exclaimed as she hurried to the side of the bed.

"Trudy, what happened? How in the world did I get here? The last thing I remember was being in the village square and then..." Abby said anxiously.

"That nice young man whom you met brought you here. You sort of passed out in his arms." Trudy replied.

"I what!?" Abby asked her caregiver in shock. Before Trudy had a chance to reply, Michael appeared at the doorway.

"Maybe you should let me take it from here." Michael stated as he walked into the room.

"I think I better leave you two alone." Trudy said with half a grin. She hurried out of Abby's bedroom, closing the door behind her.

"Now that we're alone..." Michael began.

"If you even think to touch me, I swear to God that you'll never be able to use your arms again!" Abby retorted. Michael approached the side of the bed and sat down.

"Remember I told you that I would not hurt you. I am not one to break my promises." Michael said softly. The look in his eyes made Abby tremble once again. She was still uncertain of this man's true identity, but something inside of her told Abby that she could trust him.

"I wanted to thank you for helping me. Trudy said that after my little mishap in the village square, it was you that brought me back here." Abby said.

"You're quite welcome Abby." Michael replied.

"Now there are a few questions that I was wondering if you wouldn't mind answering. First and foremost, how in the world did you know who I was?" Abby inquired.

"I just do." Michael simply answered.

"And just what the hell kind of answer is that!?" Abby asked sternly, her face turning as red as a beet. Michael had to bite back a laugh.

"You know you are really kind of cute when you get all angry." Michael replied trying very hard not to laugh. Abby looked at him and blushed slightly.

"Unfortunately my temper is one of the things that I inherited from my father. The littlest things can sometimes ruffle his feathers." Abby said. Michael looked away from Abby for a moment and then returned his gaze to hers.

"Anyway, getting back on track, if I remember correctly, you said that you have come here to protect me?" Abby asked.

"Yes that is correct." Michael simply replied.

"Who are you supposed to protect me from? There's no one left in Transylvania who I would possibly want to hurt me or my family." Abby stated. Michael stood from the bed and walked to the window where the sun was beginning to set.

"Dracula." Michael stated.

"But that's impossible! Daddy destroyed Dracula two years before I was born. There is no way that he could have come back to life!" Abby exclaimed.

'That's true." Michael replied.

"So then how can he possibly be after me?" Abby said joining him at the window.

"It's not Dracula who's after you, it is son Vincent. From what I understand Lucifer was growing tired of Dracula's failures. He took one of the offspring that Dracula and his brides created into his own care. For the past sixteen years, Lucifer used his powers to mould the child in his image. Vincent then was released from the depths of hell. He has sworn to exact revenge for his father by taking what is most sacred to the man who killed him, you. So I was sent here to end Vincent's life as well as to make sure no harm came to you." Michael explained.

"How do you know all of this?" Abby asked.

"I cannot tell you that right now, but know that I will never let Vincent have his way with you. I promise." Michael said looking at Abby. In the short time she had known him, Abby knew that Michael had every intention of keeping his word.

"I'm glad that you're here." Abby said putting her hand on his broad shoulder. They continued to look at each other for what seemed to be an eternity. Suddenly a loud scream came from outside in the village. Michael and Abby rushed out of her room, down the stairs, and out the door of the manor. Vincent was already there waiting for them.

A/N: That's all for Chapter 2. Sorry again for it being so short. Please R&R.