Wonder

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the movie, Van Helsing! (: If I did, I would probably writing the script for Van Helsing 2, lol.

Summary: Daniella is saved by a certain angel by the name of Gavril and both of them know each other some how. Now through twist of fate, an old enemy of their ancestor's come back to haunt them, and they have no choice but to call aid from the divine. R&R!

Chapter One – Darkness Unveils Itself

The moon had entered the night as mist formed, curling like snakes on the ground and rising to cloud the atmosphere. There were slight sounds of small rats, along with street cats walking down the streets of this darkened road, but other then that, it was as silent as death. Not a heartbeat was heard, unless you count one undead man in the midst of all that was living.

Through the shadow a cloak hid a masked man, a mask that would have made anyone scream. It was carved like the devil himself had made it, with a cruel tongue lashing out of its jaws. A hooked nose also replaced human ones, and only the eyes looked genuinely human, although it depends on how you define 'human'.

Glowing with a supernatural blue that drifted like a ghost in the dark, the cloaked figure continued to walk, never faltering in his steps. There was a sexy, beast like feel to the man that any mortal women would have fallen in love with, and men would have growled savagely at.

But no one would have guessed that he was the one and only. A man who has been long forgotten and thought to have been only a legend, or a frightening fictions character.

The man's head turned, eyes flashing marvelously as his keen hearing caught the sound of a soft heartbeat. He could taste the essence of the mortal, and he licked his lips. It was in his favor today. It was a woman.

As fast as lightening, he was gone from where he once stood. Now he was pushing through the crowding mist, his footsteps heard as he saw the woman he was looking for glance at his direction. He grinned wickedly as she saw the horrified expression on her face. Fear had struck her eyes immediately, and she was backing away. Unfortunately for her, she was backing away into a dead end.

"Do not be frightened of me..." he slurred, as he walked towards her. Even as he did, he could see her shiver.

Deciding it was rude for him to have his identity concealed, he took off his mask with delicate fingers, tossing it aside though as if it meant no worth. A gasp escaped the woman's lips and his eyes glowed lustfully. His mouth parted, and he felt his teeth grow into fangs. A scream escaped the woman as she blocked. Almost too late, she glanced back to see that she had no where else to go. A concrete wall blocked her from escaping as her fingers touched the rough surface.

"Help!" she cried out, but all in vain. Her voice was too weak, and her scream ended with an abrupt stop. Dracula leaned forward until their noses almost touched, and the woman was mesmerized by his handsome features. A icy hand touched her cheek and she gave out a soft helpless whimper.

"W-What are you going to d-do to me?" she stuttered, finally getting a grip. Her eyes were wide as Dracula smiled, their noses touching. His body now shared the woman's warmth. His lips slid closer to her ear as he whispered.

"Until death do us part, my love..."

A scream so horrendously piercing escaped the woman's lips as all fell into darkness.

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Daniella couldn't sleep. Just couldn't. After what happened, probably no one could have blamed her. She laid there inside her comfy, yet rather annoyingly hot, bed, a pillow grasped into her hands and settled softly on top of her chest as it moved up and down. She didn't understand. She couldn't. But she didn't want to admit it was just part of her imagination.

Someone had come down that pool and saved her from death.

She screwed her eyes shut, in an attempt to make herself sleep. She shouldn't be awake now. Her head moved to glance at the digital clock. It read '4:32'. She sighed heavily, opening her eyes again to glance up at the poster up above. Her favorite singer smiled down at her with an angelic looking smile, but this didn't comfort Daniella.

"I'm not crazy... I didn't imagine it!" She muttered to herself, as she looked away the poster, grimacing. Perhaps you were saved by something... not human... You do remember the gold thing, did you? A voice spoke in her head, almost taunting her as it poked her mind. She growled. Yes, she did remember the gold figure.

What puzzled her was why no one had seen who rescued her but herself alone. It was strange. Groaning irritably, she stuffed her face with her pillow.

A cold wind blew at her face and Daniella shivered. Something gave her the chills about it and she withdrew her face from her pillow. Her eyebrows rose as she saw the curtains of her window blow in the soft summer breeze. Strange, I do remember myself closing the window... Daniella thought as she pushed the sheets of her bed away from her. Walking up to the window, she shut it, letting the curtains fall back into place before it was blown in the wind.

Daniella turned to jump back into her bed, but this time she found herself a surprise as her eyes widened. There stood a man, or a young man, bathed all in golden light, bursting out of him as if the sun had taken a human form. The only thing that betrayed this theory was his beautiful white wings, unleashing itself from his back as the golden light slowly started to disappear into him. Daniella's jaw literally dropped open as she felt herself melt away and puddle into muck. The young man was dressed in what looked like a white robe, and he had blond hair that matched the color of his amber eyes. He was taller then Daniella, but unlike most angels that were portrayed in art, he was certainly not smiling.

Daniella continued to gap at him, as his unwavering eyes looked upon her. It made her feel small. She was not as tall as he was, and not as beautiful looking as he was now. She was more dark haired then blond, and her eyes were a dull gray, that she hated. She now shifted uncomfortably as she stared into this unearthly looking young man.

"We don't have much time. Follow me, Daniella." That was all that was said from the frowning, handsome angel, and he stretched out his hand for Daniella to grab. But unlike most fairy tales, this one didn't work out as he initially planned. Daniella's awe was soon replaced with a look of stubbornness, and she pouted, a growling expression on her face.

"What do you mean, we don't have time? And why do you know my name? How did you get in here?" Daniella barked, and the angel rolled his eyes. He still insisted as he raised his hands towards her. "I'll answer your questions later. Just come with me!"

Daniella's eyes narrowed. "You're joking, right? You think I'll follow you like some idiotic whore? Oh no, I don't think so!"

These time it was the guy's face that did the growling. "You're life is at stake! Grab my HAND!"

Daniella hesitated, her stubbornness still clear in her eyes, but this time she obeyed. But just when she was about to, footsteps were heard and a cloaked man entered her room, leaving her window opened. Daniella glanced towards the stranger, her eyes widening even more. Am I dreaming? Her mind seemed to shout repeatedly as she stared at the man.

"You are not going to have her, Dracula! God forbids you to!" the angel shouted and this only made the man chuckle.

"Do you think I really stick to the rules, Gavril? I mean to claim her mine. You won't stop me!" hissed the man, smile grin never faltering on his pale skin. Daniella's eyes widened, but a shiver ran down her spine. This man gave her the creeps, and she didn't like it. And that face... it felt really familiar to her. Why?

"Do not look at him in the face, Daniella! He will pull you into his spell!" the angel, Gavril, shouted. He attempted to grab for Daniella, but something stopped him. He muttered a curse, as Daniella looked confusedly at him.

"My, my, you have changed. Tell me, Gavril, do you think its a coincidence that you stand here now, protecting Daniella? You have once did it before, history repeats itself. Luckily for me, I know what happens, because I never die, Gavril!" The figure gave out a cold laugh as he threw the cloak off of him, revealing his face.

There stood Dracula, the one and only Son of the Devil, the King of Vampires.

"You may be of the undead, but that does not mean you may vanish off the face of God's pure world!" Gavril replied back, his eyes cold. Before the vampire could do anything to prevent it though, Gavril grabbed for her hand, and a flash of light indicated that the two mortal and immortal souls have vanished from that room. Realizing his mistake, Dracula snarled irritably. But he smiled nevertheless. God's ever divine world? Hah, that only made him laugh harder.

A/N: Well, that's that, lol. Not very original, but at least it's a start! (: Please review?