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Hey people! I'm so sorry for not updating sooner! When was the last I updated again? -Checks and gulps- May? Hehe, that's not too long…right? Aw, I'm sorry! I feel bad now…and all of you readers out there reviewed so much so I'll update. I'm really, really, really, really, really sorry, people. Hope this chapter is good enough for you readers out there for now. I started writing this in July and kinda stopped writing because I got lazy. And I yell at my cousins for not updating their stories soon enough. Well, here's the latest chapter, hope you like it cuz I had to force myself to sit down and write this out while I could've been watching TV. Oh well, it's all worth it.

And without anymore waiting, I introduce to you:

Chapter 11

Love is a strange thing. It comes knocking on your door when you least expect it to and disappears before you even know it. For Vixen, she had never even thought of love before Van Helsing came along. She had never even thought of getting married. That wasn't because she never caught any men's eyes. Although Vixen was hard-headed, stubborn and arrogant sometimes, with her long silky hair, breath-taking smile and slim body, men had approached her many times. But no matter how handsome or how charming they were, she would push them away. After a while, they finally gave up and left her alone. Vixen giggled softly as she remembered the last man that had approached her, trying to look all high-classed and rich. He had come up to her and said in his best man voice, "Hello, may I have the honour of knowing your name, misses?" He was only seven years old at the time. Apparently, he had sneaked into his father's closet, stolen (or "borrowed" as he said) his finest tux and went outside without his parents' permission to play truth or dare with his friends. One of those dares was to approach Vixen and ask for her name. Typical for a bunch of young boys. Vixen never really knew why she always rejected all the men that approached her. As Thunder said, "All woman had to settle down at one point with a man," and in a way, Vixen tried. The ex-king of eagles turned himself to a man and actually arranged a dinner date between Vixen and a wealthy man. He even managed to get her to wear a fancy dress and remove all the weapons she had before going. Saying Vixen wasn't happy about it was an understatement. Even with all the work Thunder put into that dinner date, it didn't really turn out well. Everything had started out okay, just as the eagle planned, but then Vixen started telling the man about her experiences with monsters that she had killed - with tons of gruesome details. The man had ended up running out of the restaurant, yelling at the top of his lungs, when Vixen showed him a real actual heart of a goblin that she had "raked out with her bare hands." Thunder had given up finding men for Vixen from that day on. It was ironic though, Vixen thought as she laughed coldly to the empty room, that when she finally found a man that she was really willing to "settle down" with, she had to be torn away from him.

Vixen knew Gabriel was hurt, and she knew that it was all her fault, but it just had to be done. "I'm the left-hand man of God…" The words echoed again and again in her ear as she slowly walked to her bed and took out a small chest from under her bed. Inside was a piece of old, frayed parchment and a fist sized cube. The prophecy and the cure. That's what the angel had said on the day Satan killed her parents. Thunder had told her all about it when he had thought she was ready….

Right after he had turned into a human and decided to take care of her forever, a bright light appeared out of no where. A strange man emerged from the light with a pair of feathery wings like an angle.

"Thunder," he said, his voice filled with authority and power, "hand her over to me."

"What? Why?" Thunder demanded, looking away to shield his eyes from the light. The man's voice softened as he gazed at Thunder's confusion.

"I am an angel sent from God to eliminate the baby girl you have in your arms," he said.

"But why? She's just a child!"

"Haven't you wondered why Satan didn't kill her? Haven't you wondered why he left her alive when he killed her parents?" the angel asked, "he didn't kill her for one reason, and one reason only. Torrance killed one of Satan's most important demons, and in return he decided that just death wasn't enough for what they did. He wanted them to suffer, even after they died. So he decided to place a curse on the baby. A curse that could destroy everything on earth. Satan wanted Torrance and his wife to watch in horror as their only daughter turned into something so evil and so powerful that she could annihilate the entire world with a wink of an eye. He wanted them to suffer even in Heaven because they'll know that there was nothing they could do." Hearing this, Thunder's human face twisted in disgust.

"What kind of - " he shook his head. The angel knew what was going on in his head. The eagle couldn't think of a word bad enough to describe the Satan's evil deeds.

"Exactly," the angel nodded, "that's why God has sent me to kill the baby before she has a chance to transform into the horrible monster she was destined to become."

"But she's just a baby! She doesn't deserve to be killed at such a young age! None of this is her fault!" Thunder exclaimed, clutching the baby tightly in his arms. The angel seemed to ponder this over as he looked at the baby. As if sensing that someone was watching her, little Vixen turned over to look at the angel with her clear, grey eyes. Her tiny hands reached for him and surprising both himself and Thunder, he walked over to her and let the baby latch her hand onto his fingers. For some reason, the messenger from God felt a strange connection with the little baby. Looking from the angel to little Vixen and then back at the angel. A small smiled spread across Thunder's face as he gestured for the angel to hold the baby for a while. At first, he shook his head, but then little Vixen reached out her arms to him and whimpered. The angel's face softened and he took Vixen into his arms. The baby girl giggled happily as he brushed her head with affection and produced a small, glowing tube attached to a gold chain out of thin air. Smiling down at the baby, the necklace placed itself around Vixen's neck on its own.

"There," he whispered to her, "you'll be safe for now…" He kissed her forehead softly and then handed her back to Thunder.

"What is it?" the eagle asked, fingering the glowing tube around Vixen's neck curiously.

"As long as she has that tube with her, she wouldn't be able to transform into the demon," he said, "but one day, it will be broken. I don't know when and I don't know how, but when it does, you must hand this chest back to me before it's too late. Inside is the prophecy and the cure." The messenger from God handed Thunder a golden chest, and slowly walked back to the light.

"Wait! How do I give this back to you?" Thunder shouted.

"Hand it back to the person that calls himself the left hand man of god," the angel said as the light engulfed him, "goodbye Vixen and may God be with you…"

Vixen sank down into her bed and buried her face into her pillow. As tears came streaming down her face, she clutched the chest and its belongs tightly in her hand until her knuckles turned white. She had fallen in love with the one man that was destined to kill her.

"Uh…Van Helsing? Are you alright?"

Gabriel Van Helsing looked up from the book, his hand propping up his head tiredly. "Of course, Carl, why would you ask that?"

"Um…you've been reading that book for five hours straight."

"It's a very interesting book," Gabriel replied, returning to the book in his hand. For some reason, his eyes couldn't seem to focus properly on the words of the book. The words seemed to slip away from him like they didn't want to be read.

"Um…Van Helsing?"

"Yes?" he said in his dead monotone.

"Uh…you're reading your book upside down."

"Am I?" he said curiously. He turned the book the other day and let out a forced laugh, "guess that's why the book did make sense, eh?" Carl chuckled nervously, his eyes darting worriedly from Van Helsing to the book in his hand. There was something wrong. Something terribly wrong, from the way Gabriel was acting. Carl had hardly noticed it at first when Van Helsing came into the library. It wasn't an uncommon thing for a master vanquisher of evil to come in search for a book on monsters or evil creatures. But when he had reached out to take a book from the shelf, Carl had noticed something odd. Gabriel was taking a book titled, "The woman's monthly curse," and the young friar knew for sure that Van Helsing, of all people, didn't get the monthly curse. But Carl shrugged it off, and continued with his research. It was only half an hour later, when Gabriel had sat there across from him silently the whole time, that Carl realized something. The book was in French. Gabriel didn't know French. It was at that time that the friar realized something was wrong. But he didn't say anything, because he knew that Van Helsing would tell him when he was ready. As hours passed by and Gabriel still didn't say anything, Carl started getting worried. Gabriel had been staring at the book for a long time, not an inch of him moving except his eyes. And the friar knew that if his body didn't force him to blink his eyes every so often, his eyes wouldn't be moving either. After observing Van Helsing for a long time, Carl finally decided to say something and for some reason, Van Helsing's responses scared him. His voice was too calm. Too steady. It was like he didn't even know what he was saying.

"Gabriel? Are you sure you're okay?" Carl asked again slowly, peering at him carefully. Gabriel nodded, not tearing his eyes away from the book.

"You know that you can tell me anything, right, Van Helsing?"

Another nod.

"I know something's wrong. Can you just please tell me so I can help you?" Carl begged.

"There's really nothing to tell," Gabriel shrugged, "I told Vixen how much I loved her, she told me she loved me too and all of a sudden she runs away." Once again, it was all said in the same I-don't-give-a-damn-tone, but Carl knew he cared.

"And…how does that make you feel?" Carl asked. He had read in a book once that the best way to get a person to reveal how he was feeling was by coaxing it calmly out of them. To make them feel like they're just discussing something as ordinary as the weather.

"Sad. Upset. Like I'm going to die," Van Helsing replied in the same tone, "to be honest, I really want to cry. But Gabriel Van Helsing doesn't cry."

"Why do you think Vixen did this?"

"I don't know," he said, and for the first time, his voice quivered, "I really don't know…"

"Would you like to talk more about it with me?" Carl asked. Van Helsing looked up for the first time through the whole conversation and started deeply into the friar's eyes. Carl held the gaze and was shocked to see deep sorrow raging inside them, while his face never lost its calm expression.

"No," he answered after a while, tearing his eyes away from Carl's and returning to the book. Carl sighed and went back to his work. He'd just have to wait until he's ready.

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"When life gives you lemons, make lemonade…or better yet, sell it and make some money." Vixen had once heard a poor beggar say that while begging for money on the streets. And to be honest, she had agreed with it. It was true, the best thing to do with a difficult problem is to make the best of it. But then again, Vixen had never really encountered any problem that she couldn't handle…until today that is. All her life, Vixen was like a magnet for trouble. No matter where she went, she always managed to somehow get into trouble, even with Thunder taking care of her. When she was younger, it was small things, like punching another child for making fun of one of her friends that couldn't see, or taking an apple from the fruit stand without paying. But as she got older, she started meeting more people that deserved more than they had, and other people that didn't deserve having what they had. That led to robbing places like old man Smith's mansion, which had tons of money to spare but yet never donated to the poor. Of course, she never meant to get into that much trouble; she just wanted to do the right thing. But this time, Vixen had done something selfish. She had fallen in love when she knew she knew she was destined to die. Vixen knew it was wrong; she knew she had to forget about him, but yet, even now, she longed to be able to rest in Gabriel's arms and tell him everything was alright. By doing this, she knew Van Helsing would never be able to kill her, but he had to. If he didn't, then the whole world would go into chaos. And it would be all her fault.

Vixen sat up on her bed, still clutching the chest in her hands. She had caused this, and now, it was up to her to make it right. If she managed to make Van Helsing fall in love with her, then she'd be able to make him fall out of love with her. True, he would be hurt at first, but then he'll be able to find the strength to kill her when she made the transformation. He'll be able to forget her after her death, and the world won't fall into utter chaos. It was a sure win for everyone…except her. But that was okay. Vixen managed to force a smile on her face. She was going to die anyway. Everything was fine now. All she had to do was tell Gabriel about her curse, give him the chest, make him fall out of love with her before her transformation, have him kill her, and bury all her feelings for him inside so no one would really know how hurt she was inside. But if everything was so simple, then how come her heart hurt so much?

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