Disclaimer: All original characters belong to the creator of the 2004 Van Helsing movie.
Anna had stirred in her sleep again, only this time she wasn't struggling to wake up, but to stay asleep. She heard the name Van Helsing and Carl over and over again while she slept, but didn't understand if she knew them. These two men seemed to know her; only she had no clue who they were, like they had never met before. Her heart was racing, and this time no one was there to keep an eye on her, no Van Helsing and no Carl. While sleeping she kept seeing things, pictures are more like it, and they were so confusing she was starting to think she was imagining all of this. One man, that voice she heard before sleeping again, sounded so familiar and she wanted to know who it was. The other man, the one Carl spoke of earlier was someone she saw as a killer, her final flashing image was him attacking her.
When she finally woke up her eyes stared at the ceiling, then moving her head to the left she remembered seeing a shadow standing there and a fuzzy image of his face. The man who had come into the room earlier, the silhouette of the shadows, wasn't there but she wanted him there. For an odd reason she felt like she knew him far better than the man Van Helsing, but then again it was probably just her imagination or she could have been hallucinating. She closed her eyes and smiled, I was just seeing things, it was nothing., she shook her head at the thought like she doubted herself. Before she could think any more of it the door opened, Anna kept her gaze away from the door and kept her eyes closed with an empty emotion on her face, what was going on?
"Anna?" The calm steady voice reaching out, and waiting for an answer, but when there was just silence that answered, he sighed heavily. "I know you can hear me, please, Anna." He asked again, this time he was frustrated and it leaked through every word. The door was closed, he wanted time alone with Anna, but if she was not going to answer him then maybe she still needed rest. A second later when he still had no response Carl had rushed in, the door hitting the wall and ricocheting straight back into his shoulder as he stagger back. "Van Helsing, vampires are attacking." Carl inhaled deeply before taking sharp breaths as the monster hunter took off from the room and the friar followed.
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Van Helsing had left the manor and out into the town square with pistols in their holsters, a cross around his neck, and the rapid-fire crossbow in his right hand. He lifted the weapon and holstered it in his left hand as he slowly and cautiously walked further out, people were running around crazily pushing and shoving each other out of the way as they ran into their homes. A cry filled the air and mischievous laughter followed soon after, the cry was that of happiness and hunger, it was only the beginning of night as the sunset started to fade away. A rhythmic tune of strong wings echoed through out the streets as they finally came into view, first all he saw was black hair then blonde and finally red as they all flew directly over-head, and turned around.
He remembered this routine, and it took him a few moments to realize that these were the same vampires he had slain ten years ago. "No wonder things have gotten out of hand." He said calmly as he lifted the crossbow and pointed it in their direction, each of them came down striking all but him, they were just playing with him. Each woman took their prey and fed, when they would finish the body would drop back down to the ground with a thump! Three bodies laid on the ground, lifeless and stained with blood on their necks from puncture wounds on their necks. As the vampires stopped on top of a lone building each regained their human form, Verona stood on the very top of the building, Marishka stood on the roof near her older sisters position as Aleera kept herself slightly farther away.
"Oh, the poor Van Helsing is unable to shoot at as again. When I was planning on killing you myself," Marishka's taunting yet luscious voice slipped out as a smirk arrived on her lips before noticing Aleera was staring at her, Verona kept her eyes on the hunter. "Good to see you too. Now, if you don't mind, can we get this over with?" Van Helsing's voice asked with boredom and impatience rising. Aleera snapped her attention back to the hunter and she jumped off the building, she landed on the ground as if it was nothing and slowly approached him. "I don't think it is going to be so easy this time," she snickered with a raspy growl leaving her throat and fangs showing ever so slightly.
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Meanwhile in the manor Anna was sitting up right on the bed, bandages on her lower torso and the shirt she wore was only to hide it for now, except she wished it wasn't there. Her eyes were open and locked onto the ceiling again, she was breathing deeply and tried to relax, but her muscles strained from her movement only moments ago. As she blinked again she could not help but feel like she was being watched, it was not some simple feeling you get when your with people, but when your alone in a large room that's dark except for the few lights from outside. Her shoulders shuddered, and a chill went through her spine as she tried to ignore it, but the feeling kept creeping back to her like a bad dream.
Pulling the sheets off of her she slowly moved herself to the edge of the bed, the floorboards creaked as she started to put her weight on the floor. When she stood up her heart jumped when her vision became blurred and appeared to be moving all over the place, her hand clasped her forehead then dropped as she closed her eyes for a minute then reopened them only to find a silhouetted figure in front of the window she wanted to go to. "Whose there?" She asked politely before taking a step and tripping, before she ever hit the ground she felt something wrapped around her other than the bandages, a cold feeling. "Anna, you should not be on your feet." That cold grip was as gentle as the words that came from the man who caught her, why had she forgotten who this person was?
Anna's eyes were shut tightly before she shook her head twice and reopened them, her gaze flickered over to the figure only this time she was able to see a etched face watching her. Then as she tried to speak he put a cold finger over her lips, "Shhh… its okay. I'm only here to keep an eye on you, and wish you were of better health." Soft words, so soft it seemed to have replaced the cold touch with warmth from his words. Her breathing was getting rapid as she shook her head out of it and pushed herself up right in the bed once again, "Who are you?" She managed to squeak out as she watched him carefully, although she couldn't do anything to protect herself at the time she only made her words work for what she could have been doing to him.
"Don't you remember, Anna?" He asked her in return, but when he only got her blank and confused stare he sighed softly. "I'm Count Vladislaus Dragulia, formally known as Dracula to others. And we have such history together, you and I, I just do not know why you can't remember."He told her and she looked at him as if he was the crazy and she wasn't the person suffering from memory loss, only it was because of the hit to the head she got from getting slammed into the chair by the werewolf. "I'm sorry, I really don't remember you Count." She said that to him with a calm and sorrowful voice. When he was about to speak he stopped himself and rose from the edge of the bed he had been sitting on as he took off from the place, he might as well let her sleep on it, maybe then she would remember.
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Outside the manor the brides were still toying with Van Helsing, taunting and attacking him, they were just the distraction. When the loud screech was released and shockingly close he had turned his attention towards the sound, "What the?" As he asked that and his attention was torn away from the brides Marishka swooped down on him and threw him into the building wall, and then took off in the other direction. The other two took after her with laughing and taunting emotions that echoed through out the sky, the sound of beating wings also filled the air.
Van Helsing pushed himself up from the ground and shook his head, "Ugh." He said lowly as he regained his stature. Brushing himself off he looked up to see three light colored monsters and one very large black one in front, Dracula. "Oh no, Anna." He breathed quickly as he turned and ran into the manor again, his heavy footfalls echoing in the building as he ran up the stairs and shoved over the doors to hear them slam against the wall. She was sitting up in the bed with her head over to one side, he checked her neck on either side to see if he had bit her, no marks of fangs. "Thank the lord."
TBC: Thank you for the reviews you guys, I spent all last night writing up this one.