Gabriel Van Helsing burst through the double doors to the information room, dragging an awestruck Katrina behind him. He thrust her in front of Cardinal Jinette, holding her by her upper arms so she would face only the Cardinal. Carl, Jinette and all the other workers stopped and watched her. She smiled nervously.

Van Helsing looked at the Cardinal grimly.

"She doesn't know where the key is, she IS"

Cardinal Jinette interrupted him "The key…"

Gabriel stared at him for a few moments before opening his mouth to speak, but again the Cardinal interrupted him, raising his hand.

"Please meet Miss Anya Decova."

A woman, petite and mouse like stepped out from behind Carl. Her long tight curls were a dark brownish black. Her eyes were a deep chocolate, but bore flecks of midnight and azure blue. Her skin was a creamy ivory, with a soft appearance. She wore a navy blue skirt and bodice, with a white, embroidered chemise showing over the top of the square cut neckline.

Katrina pulled away from Gabriel. "Anya!" she cried. She embraced the woman, who showed as much enthusiasm, perhaps more.

"Miss Decova received information that we were searching for the key." The Cardinal explained. "She immediately came from her home in Sicily to alert us of HER information…"

"So Anya found her! Same way we found you! Well similar…" Carl was animatedly talking as he led Gabriel to his chambers. From what Van Helsing was hearing, he was pretty sure Carl was quite taken with this Anya Decova.

"But she came here a little while after you left. She's really nice, and knows tons about weapons. Even helped me figure out a problem I was having with this new dart gun!"

Carl sounded like a little boy.

"You said her name was Decova?" Van Helsing interrupted.

Carl raised an eyebrow "Yes? Why?"

"Isn't that Katrina's name?"

"Well, Katrina's not even her name. She just chose Anya's…dead… sister's name." Carl said slowly.

"Oh…"Gabriel thought this over for awhile.

That night Gabriel had another dream. But this time he was on a battlefield:

The sky was cloudy, the color of a light gray. Around him the sounds of pain and war cries rang out. The dying and the fighting surrounded him; in his hand he held a double-edged sword, with a vine of gold twining around the hilt. He soon realized as before he wasn't in control of his actions in this dream. He felt himself bring his sword to eye level, then gripping it tightly and swinging at a charging enemy. To his disgust it took the man's head off.

He turned to look around. He soon spotted the woman he had, although he didn't want to admit it, been searching for. Time seemed to slow down, he watched as she spun around to meet an enemy, her long copper hair flying around her head, her face in a grimace as she struck her foe down.

Her green eyes seemed to burn eerily, she too carried a double-edged sword, but this one had a silver hilt with a gold circlet on the top of the pommel.

She wore a soldier's uniform also, with sandals strapped up her feet, and leather braces at her wrists.

Abruptly everything seemed to stop, the fighting, the noise…Well, at least most of the noise. Thunder seemed to erupt, and the clouds seemed to grow darker with each passing moment.

Then he turned at saw what everyone was looking at. A towering, cloaked figure passed through the people. Not really passing, but more like with a wave of it's white hand it sent the people in it's way flying. An unnatural wind seemed to pull at the cloak lifting it, swirling it about the figure.

But with a particular strong gust of wind, it took off the cloak completely revealing the demon Mab beneath. She carried an unusual sword, black tinted, one side of the blade wavy the other straight, and obsidian as the pommel stone.

She had stopped in front of the woman that Gabriel had known as Katrina for only a short while, and as he looked on he noticed Mab wasn't as tall as the cloak had made her look.

The woman, whose name he did not yet truly know, glared up at Mab in disgust.

The battlefield suddenly came to new light. Small flames showed over the heads of certain soldiers, while others were shadowed in darkness. He realized what it was then; they were separating the good and the bad.

And he soon saw other figures moving, unhindered through the armies kneeling over fallen bodies for brief moments before moving on. These were harvesters.

As if to make up for slowing of time, everything speed up, he watched as the 'servant' fought wildly against Mab.

But then he watched her fall, he watched Mab's triumphant expression, and as she raised her sword, he watched the woman turn and look at him.

Her lips parted, he could see her forming his own name on her lips.

He felt it coming, he knew it was coming.

He felt himself scream out her name

"Halo!"

He was in the dark, and he heard a lone drum pounding. The rhythm raced and reverberated within his eardrums, only just starting to slow as his breath slowed as well.

He realized finally, that the racing drum was his own heartbeat….

((Thank you for all your supportive reviewing, please tell me if there's anyway I can improve the story though I'd like to keep it my own original work Ok, please review…))

((I guess I'm also supposed to put that I don't own any Van Helsing characters,But! I do lay claim to Katrina/Halo, Anya, Mab and any other of my conceived characters!))