Hello Everyone!! So terribly sorry that it took me forever to get another chapter up! I admit that I got busy and very lazy. But I decided to keep the story going because of my wonderful reviewers who begged for more. Thank you guys so much! I'm really flattered that you like it this much. I'm really still not sure how this will end, but I do want it to fit with the movie, so Katrina probably won't have any role in the events that happen between Dracula and Van Helsing. But perhaps we'll see some of it from her view. Again, thanks for the reviews, and my apologies for being so lazy. :-)


Year 1887, Paris, France

The years passed by in the old city of Paris as they always had, bringing with them change from an old world to a new one. I watched as science slowly advanced, as did technology, and somehow I managed to keep up with the changing times. I still lived comfortably in my Parisian townhouse without any sign of the being that had haunted my past for so long.

The city of Paris was like no other, and I greatly enjoyed exploring it at night when I could. This night in particular I felt a need to escape from my surroundings. Although I did not need it, out of habit I wrapped a cloak about me and left the townhouse, my destination already in my mind. Centuries before I had made a decision: even though I was now a creature that the devil had made, I was once a creation of God. Therefore I would continue to pray to Him, though perhaps my soul was damned forever. On this night I made my way to a place that I visited often to pray: the cathedral of Notre Dame.

Something about it always comforted me, and lately it had become the only thing that I had in my hollow existence. Once I had finally reached the cathedral's great doors, I went inside and quietly made my way up the aisle to sit on one of the very front pews. There I began to pray, not knowing how long I had been there. I asked the same thing that I always ask in my prayers: to be forgiven for what I am and to be saved from it.

At last I finished my prayer and looked up at the large cross in front of me. I do not know how long I sat looking at it, but my silent thoughts were suddenly shattered by the sound of one of the large cathedral doors being thrown open roughly. I turned to see who was out at so late an hour, and why they were in such a hurry. My heart froze as I did so. There, coming down the aisle towards me in a rush, was Gabriel Van Helsing. But how could it be? After all, Gabriel had lived when I was a mortal....four hundred years ago. As he came nearer I realized that I had not been mistaken. At last he caught sight of me as he neared where I sat, and for a moment we simply watched each other. Then I saw a bit of confusion cross his features, mingled with something else I could not place.

Surely he would remember me, even after all this time? How could he not? Yet to my surprise he nodded his head with a polite, "Good evening, madam," and continued past me in the direction of the stairs. It was clear that he had important business to attend to, but I had to know who he was.

"Gabriel Van Helsing?" I asked, my voice sounding a bit desperate. The man stopped quickly and turned to look at me, his face full of confusion. "Yes?" I stood slowly, watching him and wondering if this was all a dream. "You are Gabriel Van Helsing?" He looked at me with a bit of suspicion, but still in a curious manner.

"Yes, I am Gabriel Van Helsing. Forgive me, but have we met? You somehow seem familiar to me."

I smiled slightly, not sure if I should be glad that this was Van Helsing or saddened because he did not recognize me. "Do you not remember me?" I took a few steps toward him. "I suppose it has been a very long time. But after all we went through, I am surprised that my name does not come to mind." He continued to watch me with a puzzled expression. "You've known me? For how long?"

I wasn't sure if he was prepared to hear what I was about to tell him, because he obviously did not remember much of his past. However, there was no other way that I could tell him. "For centuries," I replied. "My name is Katrina Vorkovus."

At that moment there came a loud crash from somewhere above us, perhaps from the bell tower. Van Helsing looked up to the ceiling and then back at me. "Forgive me, Miss Vorkovus, but I have urgent business to attend to. However, I would like to speak with you more when it is completed." I nodded, and watched as Van Helsing ran for the stairs, glancing at me once again before he disappeared.

Wondering what his 'urgent business' might have been, I quietly followed him to the bell tower and kept myself hidden in the shadows. There, to my amazement, I saw him battle a creature that I had heard existed, but never really believed. I arrived just as he and the giant madman made their way to the roof of the cathedral, and I watched this spectacle as well. When Van Helsing had at last succeeded in killing the creature, he made his way back down through the cathedral. Although he looked for me there, I chose to follow him silently, and to my surprise he prepared to leave the city that night.

I was very interested in him now, and I became determined to find out what he was doing here and why he was still alive. No one, except for my kind, could have lived the four hundred years that were between our last meeting and this night. Something strange was going on, and I followed Van Helsing to find out what it was.

Three days later we arrived in Rome, Van Helsing having quickly traveled by horse through the country. I followed him from the sky, easily keeping up with him. I watched as he made his way to the Vatican, and keeping to the shadows in silence I heard very interesting information. To my great surprise, I learned that Van Helsing was in the service of the Holy Order, which still existed. I had never given thought to what became of the Order. But clearly it still existed, and waged war against evil as it always had. Van Helsing was one of the best tools that they had. He also did not remember anything of his past, which was puzzling to me.

I listened carefully from my place in the shadows as he was given his next assignment, one that both gladdened and terrified me. He was to go into the Far East, to Transylvania, and destroy the evil that plagued the people there. He was to destroy Dracula.

I did not know what to think of this; Dracula was a pure evil that needed to be dealt with, but could Van Helsing do it? And though I still held pure hatred for him within me, deep down my love for Dracula had never died. I realized now that this love was for the man he had once been—a man that I still could imagine in my mind perfectly. His warm smile, strong embrace that would always protect me, and loving kisses still existed in my dreams.

But that man no longer existed. I had lost him long ago.

I knew that I could not interfere in the final battle between Dracula and Van Helsing. I would watch it unfold as I had centuries ago, only this time I knew what I wished the outcome to be. And so I followed Van Helsing back to a place that I wanted never to return to, a land of demons and shadows, hell on earth. In this place the devil walked freely, as did his children. This land was Transylvania, a place that was about to turn into a battle ground between Heaven and Hell.


Well, there it is, another chapter to the story. Hope it wasn't too boring, and I hope you guys stick around for more. Promise I won't take so long to update it this time ;-).