Hey, sorry it's taken a while to get to writing. Well, here's a chapter and I hope you enjoy it.And her name will be reveiled next chapter, sorry:)

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Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own anything in Van Helsing, not the hot Dracula, not the hot Hunter, not even the pathetic Friar. oh well, I do own the girl.

It had rained all night and even now at six o'clock in the evening, it was still raining heavily. Pitter pattering echoed off her window as she looked out through the wrought iron bars that caged her window. Fixing her gloves she sat down on her bed that screeched under the unexpected weight. In the mist of bucking gloves she heard a knock at her door. Groaning inwardly she made her way to the door and unlocked it, opening it to be greeted but a short, black haired monk. He smiled stiffly and nodded his head.

"Can I help you?" she asked, continuing to buckle her gloves while looking at the man from under her hood. Trying as hard as she could she tried to give off an friendly aura. It seemed the monk needed it.

Licking his lips in nervousness he nodded once again, "the Cardinal wishes to see you before his dinner" he told her, to which she rolled her eyes and slumped her shoulders. Sighing she nodded stiffly, shutting the door behind her. "Very well" she said in an obviously irritated tone. Walking stiffly, she follows the monk out of the convent and to the side of the Vatican where she was lead into an overly furnished room. It was stuffy and very hot.

Rubbing her head she followed the monk's motions to sit down in one of the heavy chairs. She settled herself, only to sink in so deep she worried that she wouldn't be able to get out. So this is how he get's them to stay and listen to his rambling she thought to herself, pulling herself out of the casem of doom.

Footsteps caused her to look up and her heart the beat faster. Only now did she realize she was scared of the Cardinal. Cracking her thumb was the greeting the Cardinal got. Not bothering to sit down he walked up to her and looked down at her with supiorer grace. His eyes still held anger directed at her and she shifted uncomfortably.

"You are going to Paris" he told her bluntly, catching her completely off guard. "Par.." she began, only to get cut off.

"Yes, it seems it would be best if you went there for a while" he said" it seems there is an excellent exorcist there would could help you become remotely human" he told her, adding in a little insult.

"Pray be when do I leave" she said bitterly, not happy about the sudden news, she was just at France not to long ago. Beside she had just unpacked.

"You leave tomorrow"

"Tomorrow" she said, her voice filled with anger, "I just got here, and now you expect to just send me off!" she yelled, earning a well place glare.

"You are going, and leaving tomorrow. You are going with a group...and escort if you may" he said, an unclear malice in his eyes. Before she could object anymore she was sent off back to her room fast then you could say dammit.

Rubbing one of his eyes, Gabriel continued to pack a bag for on needed necessities for the journey. Food, clothes, money, and other things, including a French dictionary courtesy of Carl. Adjusting the objects so that they would all fit in the bag he turned to Carl who was packing his bag of weapons, quiet happily mind you.

"And what has you in such a good mood?" Gabriel asked the happy monk who grinned, "Oh just that we get to test my new toys" he said, smiling to himself. Gabriel nodded but something was racking at his mind.

"Carl, do you have any idea whom we are traveling with?" he asked, and the Friar paused, thinking for a moment.

"No...not a clue" he told him, getting back to packing. "But it is odd" he continued, scratching at his Friar robes, "it was so out of the blue" and Gabriel nodded.

"That's what has me worried" he said, finishing his packing. "Well get some sleep. We leave at four o'clock" he told Carl who looked confused.

"In the evening?"

"No, morning Carl" the man said bluntly and walked off to his quarters, as Carl began sputtering.

"But I wanted to sleep in"

Kicking the bed, she growled angry foul words. If her life were any worse Charles Dickens would write a story about it. Her small bag had been packed in a matter of minutes, all her few belongings in one, small, carpet bag. Pathetic? Yes.

"Why must this always happen to me?" she sighed in expiration and lied onto her hard bed. The ceiling above was stone, as was the rest of her cell of a bedroom, and it was cold. Very cold. She could see the breath in front of her. Rolling over onto her side she sighed again. It was November, and soon would be snowing. The thought of snow always made her smile. Even as a child she enjoyed running about, having snowball fights with her brother, of even in the convents, especially in Russia and Germany, just going out side and making snow angles in the snow with the school children.

Even she had to admit, not all the convents were that bad. The one in Russia slowed her to walk about without an escort, and the food was always hot. Germany allowed her to sing and play music, even thought it is forbidden for nuns to. They also didn't see the need for her to repent, just to be a good person was enough for them. But France had been tough. Full of jurisdictions and rules, she had a hard time following all of them. Spain had been wonderful. Kindness was their policy. Italy had been sweet.

But this place was the worst. In her short time here she had never been so angry.

Stretching her sore limbs from the fight with the Cardinal she looked at the small clock. It was one o'clock at night. She was to leave in three hours. But she wasn't tired. She hardly ever was.

Walking over to her bag she took out some paper and drew for the remainder of her time.

Blood. It tainted the once safe and quiet streets of France. Now it was a calling card.

Alright, there you go, I hope you enjoyed it, and the next chapter should be up by the middle of next week. bebebye.