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 Katrina stood, her arms crossed and a sour look on her face, at a deserted train station. What went unnoticed, unless truly searched for, was that she was tied up in this position.

Gabriel stood, his back to her, close to the track.

The wind blew softly, lifting Katrina's hair and whipping a few strands about her face.

She sighed trying to catch his attention.

Van Helsing ground his teeth in frustration, when he heard her sigh. He turned on her, "What do you want?" he growled.

She watched him for a moment. "I'm just wondering what an outlaw like you, would want with me," she rose her eyebrows "Mr. Van Helsing?" she added in a cheeky air.

He rolled his eyes. "So you know who I am?" he asked in a mock scared tone.

She scowled, "Well it didn't take long, I'm not completely stupid…" she twisted her bonds around.

"That surprises me…" He grinned wickedly, which was returned with a cold glare. He watched her for a moment; he didn't like her beautiful eyes to be so cold. He wanted to see them happy again, like when he saw her in his dreams. He looked away, "To answer your question, I suppose it's not me that's after you but my superiors." He might as well tell her the truth.

Katrina raised an eyebrow. "Superiors? What the hell is that supposed to mean?"  She sounded as if she was choking back laughter.

He growled; this was getting almost annoying. "It means that I would like to dump you on The Knights of the Holy Order, sooner rather than later!" he burst out. He watched as she stood for a moment pondering this.

"So you are, truly, a holy man? Just doing his duty?"

Van Helsing turned away, not even bothering to answer the question. He checked his pocket watch for the time, "Something's wrong. It should have been here by now." He murmured under his breath.

He turned around to face Katrina, "The train hasn't arrived. Something's wrong, and I don't want to hang around and find out what."

He grabbed her bindings, pulling her along.

Katrina watched the lush green countryside in awe. How could it be so beautiful? She loved Ireland; it had been one of the most fun places to work. She was going to miss it.

She was going to miss doing anything with out bindings on! "Can't you just take them off for a moment?" She whined.

Hearing a low growl behind her she slouched in her rolling seat. The horse beneath was probably also feeling Gabriel's wrath.

She felt him sift in the saddle. He was probably uncomfortable being so close to her; she scooted as far away as possible.

To tell the truth, he was probably more uncomfortable with her farther away. For some reason, he felt at ease with her closeness. He held back a sigh, when he felt her body warmth move farther away.

For being so beautiful, Ireland was still cold. Swirls of fog curled around the mountain they were riding up. The trail got narrower, the horse started to stumble. He stopped the horse. Climbing down, and taking the reins, he looked up.

Katrina's face was downfallen, and she looked pathetic. He sighed, cutting her bonds. "Alright, but don't do something stupid!" She didn't smile, didn't nod, but sat flexing her wrists and arms. He couldn't believe he actually had a weakness for this woman. He started leading the horse up the narrow trail.

Katrina watched the man in front of her as he walked up the trail. Occasionally he would pause, observing something on the ground. He was rather quiet; she liked that. People that gabbed on and on annoyed her; of course occasionally she was one of those people, but anyway. Finally he halted the horse, kneeling on the ground. She decided to do something bold. She jumped down to crouch beside him, his head bolted up to stare at her a moment. "What?" she asked peevishly.

He shook his head looking back at the ground; he outlined an impression in the dirt with his finger.

"What does that look like to you?"

Katrina studied it; it was a very large footprint. Her brows furrowed in concentration, "A troll?" she asked "I mean like a Trolls footprint?"

He shook his head. "It's troll size, but a trolls foot is shaped differently, having three toes instead of five. " He turned to look at her confused face. "I have a friend that reads…" he said with a grin.

They walked towards the side of the trail, where the mountain dropped off. A hidden trail seemed to emerge from the brush. She pointed it out, leaning forward. "Hey!" Katrina called. "Look!" Van Helsing turned, right as she lost her balance. He watched in disbelief as she wobbled for a moment, and then tumbled.

His eyes widened, then he lunged for her. She was shrieking in his ear as they rolled down the side of the mountain together. He was half deaf by the time they reached a rocky trail; he hadn't known was there before.

He opened his eyes, looking down at the scratched up Katrina. Her pretty eyes were staring straight into his. She didn't look hurt, but he stayed there anyway.

 She opened her mouth, and then closed it. Then in a rather quiet tone "You can get off me now"

He decided to play the sleazy murderer he was so often called. But he couldn't really manage it and it came out more seriously. "Do you really want me off?"

He watched as Katrina's cheek flushed crimson. He could feel his own cheeks burning.

Katrina felt Gabriel's body weight lift off her. She propped herself up, watching as he got up and turned away. She got up brushing herself off, embarrassed. She gulped; he probably was disgusted with her.

Gabriel tried to keep his eyes away from her; he was disgusted with the way he had acted. Why the hell did he even think of saying that? He cleared his throat muttering a gruff "Sorry…"

While he searched for a way up the mountain, Katrina looked around the trail.

After a moment Katrina ran up on something rather unnerving. She sighed; turning to Van Helsing, "You better have a look at this!" he walked over, eyeing the mysterious prints in the ground.

"So they come down here?" he thought allowed. He stopped for a moment, eyeing their surroundings. This part of the mountain was wooded, and should have had all the sounds of the forest. But it was quiet, oddly quiet.

"Katrina?" he called. There was no answer. He turned around to look at her.

She was standing frozen, her hand on her pistol, trembling slightly. Her eyes stared up and in front of her, and an expression of pure horror was on her blood-drained face.

He looked to where she was staring. Eight feet above him stared the most hideous face he'd ever laid eyes upon. One eye missing, the other swiveled around in the socket grotesquely, the nose had a chunk missing and the lips were hardly there either. The rest of the head was matted with dirt black hair. The creature wore what appeared to be a sack, over its fat body.

Tucked under one flabby arm was what would have been a smokestack on a train.

He turned at looked at Katrina. She was also looking at him. "I think I know what happened to your missing train…" she whispered.