December 25th-
There was no more special moment in Gabriel Van Helsing's life than that very crisp snow covered morn. The very morn when his loving wife woke him up with their two beautiful children, Annette and Kale, resting just feet away from their bed in the crib he, himself, had made. Brushing a few locks of hair from his face he grinned, wide and child like, for this was a very special morning, it was the children's first Christmas; the monster hunter all but leapt from the warm covers and into the cool stone floor. Sweeping a robe on he scooped up Annette, who was always the first to wake, into his arms and spun her around.
"Merry Christmas, little one!" He held her close and rocked her gently, as she smiled up at her father. "This is a very special holiday, we celebrate a very special man's birth and-" He tapped his daughter's nose lightly with an added smile. "Santa gives presents, to all the good little children of the world!" He stood with his daughter in his arms for a moment longer, watching Anna take Kale from the crib and cradle him gently, singing him an old and lively Transylvanian song.
He smiled again and joined his wife's side as they headed to the library where they had set the tree up just weeks before hand; it had been a job actually getting the tree up the steps, several suits of armor, paintings and a few tables had to be moved to avoid being totaled by the large pine.
Nothing. He thought contentedly. Could possibly be wrong on this glorious day of days.
Meanwhile, in the village, the small friar and new Godfather, Carl was finishing some shopping for the kitchen cook, who had insisted on staying and helping with Christmas dinner. He was weighted down with a large bird and a bag full of vegetables, slowly trudging his way past the old inn and bar where he had met the lovely bar maid on that fateful night; though he'd seen hide nor hair of her since then, it was rumored that she had gotten pregnant and left to have her child in peace, no one knew who the father was.
The skies had a friendly overcast to them, one that signaled a good Christmas snow was to happen. He hurried his pace, not wanting to get caught in it, no matter how light, Transylvanian snows where known to have a nasty edge to them that could take the bite out of a werewolf. Quickly entering the manner he was surprised to see Anna standing at the door waiting for him, on her face was an odd look, something the friar could not place.
'There is someone here to see you, Carl, she's in the kitchen." That was all she said, but a small smile played over her face as she turned her back.
A little weary to his friend's liking for a good practical joke, he carefully headed in, wondering if by some chance, Van Helsing, had gotten Anna to go along with one of them. He poked his head into the kitchen to see the one servant who stayed handing a cup of hot tea, to a blonde haired lady before turning and picking up a sandy haired, blue eyed child of about a year in age.
Gabriel Van Helsing turned the corner to see Carl standing and lightly pushed him into the kitchen with a smile.
"Carl, I'd like to reintroduce you to Marilyn."
"Reintroduce, I don't think I've ever-" He stopped upon seeing her face and he blushed deeply, near purple, as did Marilyn.
"Carl…meet your son, Jacob." She said timidly.
"I-I-I-I-I-Son?" Carl squeaked out.
Van Helsing clapped his hand on the, now extremely pale friar's shoulder and grinned.
"Congratulations, you're a father."
"But I can't do that, I'm a monk!" He sputtered out.
"Actually, you're still only a friar." Gabriel said.
There was a loud thud as Carl hit the floor in a dead faint and Marilyn looked at him, in concern.
"Will he be ok?"
"No worries, deary, he does that quite a bit." The servant said, as Van Helsing scooped him up, rolling his eyes.
"Your brave father." She sighed looking to Jacob.
A/N: And that is the end of that! The very end of the first part of this little fic and the beginning to the next; I plan to work on this around Christmas every year since this is a fiction centered around that time of the year. Thanksgiving through New Years is when everything will be put up. I hope you like it! BTW I do not own anything in relation to Van Helsing, except the standard Dracula figure and mmmmaaaayyyyybbbbeeee a coat.