Here's the bonus chapter… Just to warn you it's set into the future… So there are some major spoilers about my Van Helsing series. Okay so you've been warned… If you don't want to know anything about stuff that's coming up in the future of my fics. Don't read this…

"Michael I really don't think we should be doing this!" a feminine voice hissed as two figures snuck through the gloom in Valerious Manor. The pre-dawn light cast the house in an odd light, creating interesting shadows and obscuring the features of the two sneaking figures. Michael Van Helsing peered around a corner and checked for adults before nodding his head to his little sister, telling her the coast was clear. Hannah rolled her eyes at him but continued to follow along anyway.

"I'm curious, are you going to tell me you're not?" Michael hissed back, he heard her sigh and rolled his eyes back at her. Little sisters, he mentally groaned while he continued to scan for Vasile or Miruna. He knew for a fact that his mother and father were still asleep. They wouldn't be up for at least another hour, but still, he thought with a dangerous grin, better safe then sorry.

"No," Hannah answered his question, she crossed her arms firmly over her chest, looking every bit the little Princess she was, "I'm not curious at all." Liar! Her mind screamed at her, she tilted her chin definitely, daring her brother to contradict her.

He turned to look at her incredulously; his mop of dark curls fell into his eyes, clearly demonstrating that it was almost time for haircuts.

"You're not? Seriously? There's a locked and chained room in our house and you're not the slightest bit curious as to why that is?" he lifted one eyebrow to complete the look.

Hannah sighed and bit her bottom lip, "Well okay, I'm a little curious, but there has to be a reason for it to be locked! Don't you realize that? Mom and Dad don't just randomly lock and chain doors in the house! Not to mention how much trouble we'll be in if they catch us!" she pleaded, hazel eyes imploring. Michael snorted and gave her another eye roll,

"Don't be such a coward. Mom and Dad are still asleep" he chided and turned around, intending to keep going down the hallway. Behind his back the little Princess tossed her hands in the air in a perfect imitation of their mother.

"Now come on," Michael coaxed, stretching out his hand for her to take. She growled softly but grabbed his hand anyway. He started down the hall again at a quicker pace then before. Hannah sighed again and reached to pull a stray curl from her eyes as she stumbled after her older brother. As they went deeper and deeper into the house she couldn't help but think that if they got caught they were dead meat.

Back in the Van Helsings bedroom, Anna and Gabriel were in the middle of their 'morning ritual'. With their jobs and their two children, the couple found that they rarely had time to themselves anymore. And now with another baby on the way, Anna had suggested that they simply make time. So, every evening before they went to bed, and every morning before the children woke up they had what they jokingly called 'the daily briefing'. In the evening's they would discuss what had happened during the day and in the morning they could talk about their plans for the day.

"I have this strange feeling that our children are up to something," Anna commented softly to her husband. Gabriel snorted and turned to look at the clock,

"Anna, it's five o' clock in the morning, they're in a coma right now, I highly doubt they are up to anything but dreams."

"Normally I could say the same thing about you," she said with a wry grin, he shrugged his shoulders and smiled lopsidedly in return.

"I couldn't sleep," he admitted and shifted slightly under her weight. Anna rested her chin in the palm of her left hand and started tracing a pattern on his chest with her right.

"Why?" she asked innocently, quirking an eyebrow at the sheepish expression that crossed his face.

"I have this feeling of impending doom,"

When they finally arrived at the door Hannah started wishing she hadn't let her brother talk her into coming with him. She shivered as she looked at the old worn out wood, couldn't he sense the danger, the evil emanating from the door?

"Michael…" she hesitated briefly as she watched him tug at the chains, "Michael, please, let's just forget about it" she said in almost a whisper. This door leads to something evil, I know it!

She looked up at him with their mothers hazel eyes, they glimmered with tears, "Please" she said again. He frowned over his shoulder at her, and then looked back up at the door.

Michael

The hair on the back of his neck stood on end, he looked over at his sister again, and she nodded shortly.

"It's evil, can't you feel it?" she said, he looked back at the door and felt a tugging at his mind.

Michael

His hand reached for the door knob, all he could do was watch fascinated that it seemed to be moving on it's own will.

Van Helsing!

"Michael" Hannah called, penetrating the black cloud that surrounded Michael's thoughts. "Michael come on, please, let's go," she pressed; her cold fingers enveloped his wrist and pulled him away from the door.

He shook his head to clear it and looked down at his sister, she looked cold and scared as she stared back at him.

"Yeah, alright, let's go," he said and gave her a watery grin; she smiled back at him and dragged him away from the door. As they walked away he turned for one last glimpse, what are you hiding? He wondered, transfixed on the aged wood and chains. He felt Hannah tugging on his wrist and realized he had stopped, shaking his head he nudged her playfully and started back the way they had come.

Someday, Michael vowed silently as he followed Hannah through the corridors of their home, someday I will know it's secret.

The end