"You've gone soft Van Helsing. You're not the man I once fell in love with." she said coldly. Van Helsing couldn't find the words to reply to that. "Let's go and get this all over with. Mikaƫl shouldn't have gone far, he doesn't have enough strength to get that far by teleport." Her voice now cold and lifeless. She too had gone soft ever since her 1st ever encounter with Van Helsing.
Flashback
He has never made her do this kind of job before. Surveilling 'the futur prince of darkness'. Why her? She was as good as any other demon he could find, even better. Perhaps that was the reason. She was better than any other demon he could find.But why this job?
Drip.Drip.Drip. The sound of water dripping. He couldn't find anything better than this? A man came into her view. She
stood in the shadow watching, lurking. Satan had sent her to 'protect' this man. His name. Count Vladislaus Dragulia.
'Pathetic little being.' she thought to herself. 'I don't know why I do this.' she continued to herself.
Crash! The sound of a door being broken into. "Help! Someone help!" screamed the Count. She stepped out of the shadows. A dark man pointed his sword at the helpless being. "Set your sword down." she ordered the dark man. She didn't expect him to actually pay any attention what so ever to her.
The count didn't care who she was and how did she get here, he just wanted to be rescued. She was a very beautiful lady.
Long curly black hair that goes slightliy under her shoulders. Her black attires made her look like a hunter of some sort.
He eyed her, but she was took busy keeping her glare at the man who is currently threatining his life. She said something
to the man. No response. "Please help me!" he pleaded to the woman.
She looked down at him. He was on the floor with a pointed to his neck. She knew that he has eyed her, trying to get her attention. She snorted at him. 'Spoiled brat.' she thought. And she returned her attention to the situation at hand. She scanned the tall dark man. 'Not to bad. He fits the description of tall,dark and handsome.' she smirked. The man looked up to her.
"Are we gonna stay here all night or what? Get on with it!" the so called count urged. "Shut up!" the two warriors ordered.
'Oh god. I'm soo dead.' the count thought.
He was waiting for her to make her move. Nothing was going to happen here. He found her quite the looker. She was pretty and she had that bad ass look. He smirked just as she did. But they both had jobs to do and they both were determined to ger it done.
'Let him kill the Count.' a voice ringed in her mind. 'Why? You sent me her for nothing?' she asked. Her boss was talking
2 her through telepathy. 'Just let him. The plan has changed.' he said. 'No! You can't send me where ever you want and
then change your mind.' she protested. 'I SAID. LET HIM BE KILLED!' he yelled. That gave her a major head ache.
She had no choice. What was he going to do with him even if she saved him.
The young lady backed down. He was surprised by this action. One moment she wanted to save him. The next she is going to let him die. He looked at her with questionning eyes.
"No!Please! Don't let me die." pleaded the count. She looked at the count with an agry glare and he shut up. She looked
back to the man. She sensed something non-human in him. Something supernatural. She somehow felt attracted to him.
How she longed for a companion whom she could trust and love. She shook her head. 'This kind of thinking can get me
killed. Or worse. Stop it get these thoughts out of your head. You are a demon! One of the mightiest of them all. You cant
feel for that insignificent man.' she thought. What if this stranger meant something to her. She wanted him. She shook her
head. 'What is going on with me.' she asked in her thoughts.
The hunter watched her. He was fascinated by her. He wanted to learn more about this creature. He knew she wasn't human. He knew she was a creature of the night. He longed for someone like him. Someone who can relate. It's like if he had known for for so many year and had naver known her at the same time. He liked this mysterious being.
She saw that he was lost in a train of thoughts. 'This is not going anywhere!' she tried to inform her boss. No response.
She sighed. "Ahem!" she cleared her throat, making him snap out of it.
'Oh right.' he thought to himself. He raised his sword and let it come crashing down onto the now dead body of Count
Vladislaus Dragulia. He wanted to ask so many questions. He wanted to get to know her. But he knew he couldn't.
He had a mission. So did she. He turned and headed out the door.
"Wait!" she called out. "What's your name?" she asked. "Gabriel. Gabriel Van Helsing." he replied and continued leaving.
Back to the present.
'I've gone soft. Way too soft.' she thought. She began to feel diffrent kinds of feelings all at the same time. Hate. Anger.
Sadness. Frustration. All kinds of things. She felt a comforting hand on her shoulder. 'This should have never happened! He
is the reason I ended up working as a pet for the Order. He made me go soft. He...' she couldn't continue. She didn't want
anything anymore. She liked it better on the evil side. No feelings. No worries. Nothing. Life was much simpler.
