The Hunter Behind Bars

A/N: Ok, I decided I'd rewrite this chapter because it felt a bit Mary Sueish before. I hope I made that disappear a little, but I'm not sure... X.x Please review again (Thank you for those who reviewed to the original chapter) and tell me what you think about this chapter! I'll update soon! xD

Disclaimer: I do not own anything of the movie Van Helsing! If I did, I would probably planning on making a second right about now, lol.

Chapter Four - Rewrite
Daughter of Ice

The woman was cloaked in black as she gazed up at the sky, her eyes shining with fresh tears as she quickly wiped them away with the back of her gloved hand. Her eyes strayed a bit to check that there was no one watching her and then looked up at the dark night, her lips trembling. The past few days she had to endure was truly heartbreaking. Her past kept coming back to her each time she looked upon that man. The man... yes, Mr. Van Helsing. The murderer who killed her bestfriend. The woman wanted him to pay for his sins and for what he had done to her. She bit on her lip and it bled inside her mouth. But she ignored the pain, for she was relieved to find that her trembling had ceased.

The moon shined brightly up above, showering silvery light down onto the ground, holding a mystical feel to the place where she now stood. The woman's gloved hands slowly turned into fists as her eyes flickered with anger. She couldn't believe that Van Helsing was still alive! He should have been killed by now. Executed, hanged, for all the deaths that man had caused! The woman shivered as the cold wind blew at her face. After all, the crowd was already maddened for the killings this particular man had caused. Why should the city police falter on executing Mr. Van Helsing?

His execution will come... These will be that last two days Mr. Van Helsing will ever be alive... the woman thought and grinned wide. Her eyes narrowed towards the moon again and she was marvelled by the beauty of it. It was a full moon. It was beautiful, yet so haunting that she had to take her eyes off of it. Her lips slowly turned into a frown as the darkness of the night was replaced with the coldness of her immemorial...

"Papa! Papa! Look, look!" Little Dyra Jamilendra Van Helsing cried out in delight as she pointed at the fish swimming in pond. Her father looked at her with peace in his eyes as he smiled and nodded. Dyra looked up, and her clear blue eyes shined like crystals at Gabriel Van Helsing's direction. The little girl was now 5 years old, and she was as curious as a kitten. Dyra wore a small dress in the color of light yellow, and her dark brown hair bounced on her shoulders whenever she moved.

"Yes, I see it darling. What fish could it be?" Van Helsing spoke and he leaned down, in the height of his daughter. Dyra only grinned and a mischievious look spread over her face. Van Helsing raised an eyebrow but it rose even more as Dyra started to put her foot inside the cold pond water. Van Helsing immediately grabbed her, pulling her into his arms and away from the pond. A shocked expression spread on his face as Dyra giggled.

"I was joking, Papa!" she said and the shock on Van Helsing's face immediately changed to laughter as daughter and father laughed out to the open...

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"Dyra, baby, you're going to have to stay here, love… Papa will come back for you, I promise…!"

Little Dyra looked tearfully at her father as she hugged his legs. She didn't want him to go, she didn't! Dyra expressed this by sobbing some more as Van Helsing scooped her into his arms and hugged her. Dyra's bestfriend's mother, Lauren Delashe and her daughter, Alexandria Delashe looked from the background as Dyra finally let go of her father. Van Helsing looked sadly at his daughter and kissed her on the cheek one more time, small tears blinding his eyes. "It's all for the best, Dyra, baby, it's all for the best…" He whispered into Dyra's ears as Dyra cried harder.

Van Helsing set Dyra onto the ground softly and gave a slight nod towards Lauren Delashe, who smiled sadly and nodded back. Dyra's bestfriend, Alexandria, went to Dyra's side and hugged her and Dyra sniffled, looking towards her father's direction.

Gabriel Van Helsing stood on the floor, wearing the outfit of the Holy Order. His long sword was sheathed and around his belt beside his hip. Gabriel looked at the direction of his daughter, his daughter's bestfriend and at his daughter's bestfriend's mother one more time, before he gazed towards his road, tears of grief and guilt blinding his eyes as he disappeared out of Dyra's sight...

The woman chuckled darkly, her eyes as cold as ice. She may have been the murderer's daughter, but he had left her to fend for herself. That man she had once called her father had killed her bestfriend and now had made the choice of becoming a killer. And what interested her was why Van Helsing didn't seem to recognize her. Yes, it has been years since they had last met but surely a father knew his daughter when he sees her?

The chuckle vanished quickly and a deep frown showed on her lips. Why should she be wondering about why Van Helsing didn't seem to care for her existence anymore? She was going to make her father pay for the things he had done to the people and to her. Revenge was sweet, and yet the hollow feeling in the pit of her stomache didn't seem to vanish. She brushed it aside.

"You shouldn't think to yourself too much, Dyra, it's not healthy..." slurred a voice, and the woman looked up and glared. She saw what she expected, and narrowed her eyes at him. There, in front of the woman, stood one of the high-ranked officers of the London City Police by the name of Seraphim Balthare.

"What do you want, Seraphim? I have no time for your riddles," the woman hissed back. Seraphim only laughed.

"I thought, perhaps, seeing as you are so up to finishing off the prisoner, you'd like to give a hand to brushing aside the Monk that has come to the Jail? If that man of God interferes, that prisoner might not get what he deserves after all," Seraphim chuckle and an evil grin started curving on his lips. The woman couldn't help but widen her eyes at the news.

"Where is this Monk?" the woman snapped as she came face to face with Seraphim. Seraphim raised an eyebrow.

"Look for yourself."

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Carl mumbled something under his breath as he looked a bit despairingly at the two guards in front of him. He had brought his brown sack with him, including the syringes Van Helsing needed to push back the wolf in his system. Other then this, he held a Bible in his hand and wore a small cross necklace over his neck for protection. He only hoped this will fool the guards into thinking he was a Man of God, here to make Van Helsing confess. In other words, making him look like he was sent from the Vatican.

He bit his lips angrily as he thought of the Cardinal and the Holy Order. How dare they abandon Van Helsing? He should have known there was something wrong with what the Holy Order was doing.

"I'm sorry but we cannot let you in!" one of the guards concluded and Carl thought hard. He needed to go in, to meet Van Helsing. He had to. Van Helsing wasn't going to last very long without the syringe, and it would become a complete disaster if the wolf inside Van Helsing was given a chance to be set free. Just when he was about to say something, he was cut off by a cool leaderly voice.

"What seems to be the problem here?" a female voice spoke and the guards, along with Carl, looked towards the figure that stood near them. Curiousity jumped into Carl's eyes as he looked at the woman in front of him. She was tall, and looked especially tall from Carl's view and her hair was up in a pony tail, a dark clip to hold it steady. The woman wasn't smiling, and Carl could see that he wasn't welcome here.

"…I-I was sent here by the Vatican," was all Carl managed. He wasn't very good at lying, and meeting new people wasn't his sort of thing as well. Books, he could handle. New information, that was welcomed in his job, or his former job. But lying and meeting strangers who didn't seem to like him was just... foreign to him. He smiled uncomfortably at the woman, he only gave him a small fake smile in return. Carl looked up at her eyes and he could see they were cold, but not heartless. There was something in them that made it look like there was a hint of humanity in them.

"I haven't heard a message from the Vatican," the woman spoke clearly and sharply, making Carl fidget and make his hands sweat. This was getting harder then he thought.

"I was to come here in secret…" Carl lied and trailed off.

The woman raised an eyebrow and looked closely at Carl's expression. But this was quickly cut off by a sudden roar from the depths of the prison of the City Police, reaching both the woman and Carl's ears.

A/N: Hehe, an evil evil cliffie there:) I'll update soon! x33 Please review! xDD