Hey guys, this is my first Van Helsing story to go up, and I hope you enjoy it. Remember, reviewschapters...so please review. Thankies.
Disclaimer: I don't own Van Helsing in general, I don't own Gabriel, Carl, or anyone else except my own creations.
Well, it seems you have come upon my tale about doom, pain, and destruction along with good humor and light drama. Whether it is accidental or by the order or suggestion of another I commend you for coming and reading up to here with out clicking upon the "back" button and exiting this introduction. Those who did are going to miss quiet a bit.
Well that is their own fault.
This is a simple story about a simple woman with complicated bad luck and a knack for getting into the stickiest of situations. Now I am trying my best not to revel the story itself, on the order of the Order. They don't even want this story to be told, for in their eyes it is a shame and embarrassment...this is coming from a group of hermits living in the basement of a church making pointing objects for destruction of evil beings. And they say I have problems.
So as I was saying, she gets into problems and the people she comes across attempt to make it better but due to her bad luck, it only gets worse. Whether the thought of this is amusing to you or just plain sad I commend to you again for not exiting this page.
But I'm running out of time to tell you to leave while you still can because this story is filled with tear-jerking moments and times when you wish you have shot yourself while you had the chance before you started reading and what you thought would happened didn't and your so mad that you could shoot someone so you decide on yourself...you and my shrink have something in common.
So I will begin this story with the warnings written above, and pray for those who have read this far and are planning to move on to the next page.
It begins in England, on September 17th 1889, at 7:30 and 45 seconds....and it's raining.
Already a bad start.