Disclaimer: I don't own Van Helsing or any of the characters. But the good news is, I still own Carl and Dracula in my fantasy land. (Fat lot of help that does though.)
Devil's Love
Chapter Three
"Until your Van Helsing comes to get you."
Those words echoed in Carl's mind. His Van Helsing? Could Dracula read minds? No, Carl thought, that had been far from his mind at that time. It was more in his heart than his mind anyway.
Carl was sitting on the window seat, cloak wrapped around his body, his head against the wall. He had shifted aside the curtains, letting the weak sunlight filter in. White mountains loomed up against the sky and snow swirled past, covering all in its path. He watched the sun slowly sink behind the mountains, feeling his heart do the same.
He was Dracula's prisoner; there was no doubt he'd be dead soon. After all, when had Dracula not killed? His only hope was for Van Helsing to come and get him, as Dracula had said. But this hope was fading quickly as he stared out the window. Nothing was familiar. Nothing looked like the Transylvanian landscape. But, maybe Van could find him.
Yes, Van could find him. It would probably take awhile, but Carl grew positive that he would soon be rescued. Would Anna be with him though? The corners of Carl's mouth turned down, his hand holding loosely onto the crucifix. He knew he shouldn't react this way, but he couldn't help it. It wasn't that he didn't like her; she was a good person. But ever since he and Van had arrived in Transylvania, the tall hunter had been paying more attention to Anna than to him. Truth be told, Carl felt a little left out.
His stomach growled, reminding him of how hungry he was. Carl still had no idea when the last time he ate was. Then a thought struck him: Was there even food here? Vampires didn't need to eat, did they?
The door opened and a small man slunk into Carl's room.
"Where is he?" Van struggled to sit up, despite Anna's hands on his shoulders, trying to push him back down. Since he had woken up, he had been demanding to see Carl. The green-eyed friar was not at his side and, for some reason, it didn't feel right to Van. It was like a void, an emptiness.
"For the last time, I don't know," Anna said, exasperation evident in her voice. "Nobody knows. He hasn't been seen since the attack."
"Then I have to find him-"
"No, you don't." Anna pointed to the red-stained bandages that were wrapped around Van's chest. "Those are hardly minor wounds. And then you have the nerve to push yourself fighting Mirashka until you nearly passed out in the street."
Van pushed Anna's hands from his shoulders and sat up, grimacing as pain flashed over him, centering on his chest. "Carl may be dead! I have to find-"
"The bodies have already been cleaned up. Carl's was not among them."
Van dropped back onto the bed, hearing a small "whumpf" as his head hit the pillow. The hunter didn't know whether to be relieved or not. Carl wasn't dead, so where was he? Van could think of many places Carl might be at that moment, and none of them were pleasant.
End of Chapter Three
Ok, so this chapter is hideously short. But it's better than no chapter at all, right? Heh, Carl's getting jealous of Anna and Van Helsing's getting anxious over Carl's disappearance. Once again, I'm not the best romance writer (actually, I've never written it before, much less slash), but I hope this is coming out ok. What do you think? Review for me please!
Devil's Love
Chapter Three
"Until your Van Helsing comes to get you."
Those words echoed in Carl's mind. His Van Helsing? Could Dracula read minds? No, Carl thought, that had been far from his mind at that time. It was more in his heart than his mind anyway.
Carl was sitting on the window seat, cloak wrapped around his body, his head against the wall. He had shifted aside the curtains, letting the weak sunlight filter in. White mountains loomed up against the sky and snow swirled past, covering all in its path. He watched the sun slowly sink behind the mountains, feeling his heart do the same.
He was Dracula's prisoner; there was no doubt he'd be dead soon. After all, when had Dracula not killed? His only hope was for Van Helsing to come and get him, as Dracula had said. But this hope was fading quickly as he stared out the window. Nothing was familiar. Nothing looked like the Transylvanian landscape. But, maybe Van could find him.
Yes, Van could find him. It would probably take awhile, but Carl grew positive that he would soon be rescued. Would Anna be with him though? The corners of Carl's mouth turned down, his hand holding loosely onto the crucifix. He knew he shouldn't react this way, but he couldn't help it. It wasn't that he didn't like her; she was a good person. But ever since he and Van had arrived in Transylvania, the tall hunter had been paying more attention to Anna than to him. Truth be told, Carl felt a little left out.
His stomach growled, reminding him of how hungry he was. Carl still had no idea when the last time he ate was. Then a thought struck him: Was there even food here? Vampires didn't need to eat, did they?
The door opened and a small man slunk into Carl's room.
"Where is he?" Van struggled to sit up, despite Anna's hands on his shoulders, trying to push him back down. Since he had woken up, he had been demanding to see Carl. The green-eyed friar was not at his side and, for some reason, it didn't feel right to Van. It was like a void, an emptiness.
"For the last time, I don't know," Anna said, exasperation evident in her voice. "Nobody knows. He hasn't been seen since the attack."
"Then I have to find him-"
"No, you don't." Anna pointed to the red-stained bandages that were wrapped around Van's chest. "Those are hardly minor wounds. And then you have the nerve to push yourself fighting Mirashka until you nearly passed out in the street."
Van pushed Anna's hands from his shoulders and sat up, grimacing as pain flashed over him, centering on his chest. "Carl may be dead! I have to find-"
"The bodies have already been cleaned up. Carl's was not among them."
Van dropped back onto the bed, hearing a small "whumpf" as his head hit the pillow. The hunter didn't know whether to be relieved or not. Carl wasn't dead, so where was he? Van could think of many places Carl might be at that moment, and none of them were pleasant.
End of Chapter Three
Ok, so this chapter is hideously short. But it's better than no chapter at all, right? Heh, Carl's getting jealous of Anna and Van Helsing's getting anxious over Carl's disappearance. Once again, I'm not the best romance writer (actually, I've never written it before, much less slash), but I hope this is coming out ok. What do you think? Review for me please!