Gabriel stared at the map before him. It showed all of Transylvania, and had been there, implanted in the wall, for many years. It wasn't simply a map though, it was a doorway. A doorway to the devil's lair, and a doorway to where Anna was. Gabriel was silently staring at the map, debating whether to just burst through and get her back, or if he should listen to Carl and plan first, so as not to put her in anymore danger. But she's already in danger his mind told him.

"Daddy."

He turned around in his chair to face Megan. She was sitting at a nearby desk, Anna's desk, reading a book. She was an amazing reader, intelligent enough to read even the longest words of a twelve year old. Her brown hair was down this morning, the curls lining her face in simple layers that made her look so much like the portrait of Anna as a child, which was visible over Megan's shoulder.

"Yeah baby?" He asked, gazing at her with love.

"This book has a picture of Momma and you in it." He looked at her with a creased forehead of confusion as he stood up and walked over to the book she was showing him.

Sure enough, there were two people in a portrait inside the old book. It was at least one hundred years old, judging from the deep colour of the parchment it was written on. The man had dark hair, and his eyes were hidden in shadows from a western style hat. He had his arms wrapped protectively around the woman, who was facing the same direction as him, as if at some hidden danger. She herself wore a red gown and her long brown hair was extremely curly. Megan had been right, it was they, but this book had been written before they had met, long before.

He glanced down at the lower part of the page, and, unseen to Megan's eyes, there was a small figure of a girl that stood in the middle of the man and woman, holding onto the man's waist. She had hair that matched the woman's, and Gabriel smiled for the first time in days. It wasn't just him and Anna, it was Megan as well. Underneath the artwork was a small caption.

"The Van Helsing family, the family of Angels that God shall send down from heaven to defeat the evil in the world."

He put an arm around his daughter as he read the page before it, a long paragraph of detail that spoke of them.

God sends Angels where he cannot perform his work himself. These angels are the Van Helsings. The family have long been written of in myth and legend as successful hunters and the restorers of peace in the world. Gabriel Van Helsing, the fabled left-hand of God himself, is a figure of many men's idolism, some men once claimed that the warrior angel appeared to save them from certain death. Men want to be like him, and women want to be loved by him. However, his heart belongs to only one woman, Anna Van Helsing, an princess turned queen in Eastern Europe, who is the reincarnation of one of her ancestors, the woman that aided in the first killing of count Vladislaus Dragulia – Dracula. Legend tells that they are to defeat Dracula a further two times before he is truly gone from our world. Their daughter, Megan, was once feared to be the key to destroying him, but in truth the key was her mother Anna, and her bloodline. If her blood were to be spilled on his skin, he would perish eternally.

Gabriel sighed. He realised now why Dracula wanted Anna so badly. He didn't really want Megan; she was just a ploy, so that Anna would sacrifice herself in place of her child. It all made sense. The dreams, the sickness, everything was happening for a reason. He must have known about the prophecy, which is why he had always been so hell-bent on destroying her family. He wondered bleakly if Anna knew. He tried to take his mind off of it by talking to Megan.

"You see this?" he said, pointing at the portrait version of her on the page. Megan leaned closer and Gabriel traced the outline with his finger. "If this is us, then this little girl here...is you." He ruffled his daughter's hair and she giggled.

"Can I keep it?" She asked sweetly. He smiled back, who was he to deny his daughter a picture of them all together for her own purposes?

"Of course you can." He said, tearing the page out of the book carefully and placing it in her hand. She stood up and began to walk to the door, but she ran quickly back to Gabriel, hugging him harder than she usually would. He looked out of the window to find the darkness was increasing steadily. "Come, on." He whispered into her hair. "It's time for bed."

He stood up, holding Megan's hand as he walked down to her bedroom, which was across the hall from his own. She climbed into bed and he pulled the blanket over her. The small girl looked up at him with an expression he often saw on his daughters face when she was ill or hurt: a look that begged for reassurance and comfort. "What's wrong baby? You miss your Momma?"

Megan nodded, it was a stupid question, and of course she missed Anna. Gabriel sat on the side of the bed; he put a kiss on her forehead and smoothed her hair as he spoke the comfort she so desperately needed.

"Don't be scared, I'm going to talk to Carl, and I'm going to get her back as soon as I can. I won't rest until I bring her home. Then we'll all be together again. I promise you." He said, his voice barely above a horsy whisper.

Megan smiled and curled on her side before falling almost instantly into a deep sleep. Gabriel smiled at his daughter, though she could not see it, and left the room, feeling a pang of guilt that she wanted her mother so badly and he could not provide her with her wishes because of the foul demon that held her.

As Gabriel stepped into his own room, he could almost see Anna sitting before her dressing mirror combing her beautiful hair as she had done the previous evening. He shook his head in dismay, and the image disappeared. With a sudden flare of anger at Dracula, he stomped off to find Carl.

Anna gazed out of the window. She could see mountains all around her that were peaked with snow-covered tips. All of them looked dangerous and when looking down, she found that she couldn't even see the bottom of the chasm that they lined. It disheartened her even more to admit that the only escape from this place was a rescue, but she was not afraid of not being rescued, as she knew Gabriel would rescue her, she was simply afraid of what would happen to her in the meantime.

"Please Gabriel." She spoke into the wind. "Please hurry."