A/N: what's up I'm not getting too many reviews so I'm kinda worried… if I don't get more reviews soon I might take this fic down… so yeah a heads up to all… ok to the story!
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Gabriel had hardly finished three spoon fulls of stew when Naza returned rolling a barrel full of what Van Helsing expected to be water. Carl was now fast asleep and would probably not wake up unless the cave when under siege or something equally drastic.
"Well good to see you finally eating" Naza said cheerfully from across the room.
She rolled the barrel to the fireside and began to fill a mug that had been hidden beside her seat of hey. Assuming that one was beside his seat as well he searched for a mug but to no avail. As he did this Naza seemed to almost be laughing at him.
"If you wanted a drink you should have just asked" she said shuffling for another mug bye her seat "I may be strange but I'm not going to starve you" she said in a half-laugh voice.
Naza poured him a drink and continued to eat her stew. She was now working on her second bowl.
The monster hunter finally decided to get some answers out of her now that she was semi off guard.
"Naza?" Van Helsing asked setting his soup down.
"Humm?" she asked through a mouthful of stew.
"Why do they call you 'the mistress of the mark?'"
Naza set her bowl down only to pick up her mug but before taking a drink she said "because 'they' find it appropriate" she said in a smart voice,
Van Helsing was starting to share Carl's dislike for her. But he got the hint that he was asking stupid questions. All the same he didn't give up his interrogation and took another stab at it.
"What's the mistress do?" he asked
"Her job" Naza said in a semi angry voice. Clearly getting annoyed with his stupid and obvious questions.
This is when Van Helsing decided that she ether took things literally, or was careful about who she gave information to…. He eventually decided that she took things literally.
"Ok then… what is the mistress's job?" he asked persistent on getting some information out of her.
Before answering Naza put down he bowl deciding that she had enough. "Brings gifts to all the bad little where-wolves and wolfesses" she replied in her smart voice.
That's when the monster hunter ran out of questions she was evading giving him information witch ether meant that she ether wasn't sure if she could trust him or not or that she was just trying to annoy him… witch she was quite good at. So he decided to be quiet for a wile
"A where-wolf who has ether been cured before the first full moon, or has something called the mark of the moon" the head perist's voice rang in his ear as if though telling him his next question.
"Mark of the moon" Gabriel voiced aloud
"Humm?" Naza asked as she finished off the remainder o her mug.
"Do you mean that you bring the 'mark of the moon' to 'bad little where-wolves and wolfesses?'" Van Helsing asked using her smart tone angst her.
Naza just stared at him with a look that had 'No duh' written all over it. So Van Helsing just assumed himself to be correct.
"Dose that make her a half where wolf to?" he thought to himself. He almost voiced his question but then he noticed her eyes… they where wolf-gold, that answered his question instantly. Gabriel sat silently thinking to himself for a moment.
"What if I'm still a where wolf?…would that make me a half where wolf too?…is that why I have those strange feelings of strength at times?"
Van Helsing sat with these thoughts swirling around in his head. Until finally he couldn't take it any more he had to get some answers… but from who?…..
Naza,
Shirley she would know being a where-wolf herself. Maybe she would give him some answers maybe even help him overcome the feelings of power and get rid of the where-wolf that might still be inside him….
What was he thinking… he got the cure before midnight he wasn't a where-wolf … what was he getting so worked up about?
But still… "better safe than sorry" thought the monster hunter deciding that he would rather have some answers than be left in the dark.
It took a moment for him to put his question into words.
"Naza?" he asked.
"what now?" she said in an annoyed voice as she picked up the bowls and mugs.
"right before I killed the gremlin I had a strange feeling…" he began
"A feeling of sharpness right?" she said finishing his sentence.
"how did you know?" he asked
"that happens when you're at your weakest point or when the where-wolves at his strongest…ether when you wake up or when the where-wolf senses danger" she said, "don't worry you'll get used to it"
"but I'm not a half where-wolf" Van Helsing said praying that she was still trying to annoy him.
"oh yes you are… theirs no denying it… and I can prove it to!" Naza said, anger rising in her voice.
"THEN PROVE IT!" the hunter said stubbornness getting the better of him.
"FINE!"
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A/N: well this is my longest chapter yet…. I deserve a cookie! I hope you all enjoyed what might be the final chapter of the mark of the moon…that is assuming more ppl don't review… well yeah… pray that I get more reviews
