Alrighty, I'm glad that some of u liked the crappy chapter, ok I'm starting to get over WB so yay me! Ok I promised you a slightly longer and slightly better chapter so here's another go. (Note: I know this scene may spring a few questions, but can u roll with it please?)

Disclaimer: I don't own any of it, so don't sue me for any of it.

Van Helsing slowly staggered to his feet. He closely examined his wounded hand. The cut wasn't too severe but it bled for such a small cut. He tore a small part of his shirt and pressed it against his hand to stop some of the bleeding for know. The soreness from his fit began to subside as he walked down the dark quiet corridor.

Anna sat on the far side of the library alone, wide awake. The breeze that had come in earlier had brought in a faint yet almost delicious scent that filled the room had woken her up as fast as it had come in. The quite sound of foot steps slowly crept into the silence. Gradually the footsteps got louder, and as the footsteps grew louder the wonderful smell grew stronger. The intoxicating smell was strongly familiar but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

The footsteps as well as the smell, was so close it was almost hypnotizing. She wanted what was giving off the aroma, no she needed it. Then suddenly the sound stopped right at the door. And the scent was stronger than ever. She waited for the door to open.

Van Helsing stopped at the door to the library. He then slowly pushing he door ajar and stepped inside, somebody was in there. He walked to the middle of the room were the window shone bright with moonlight. He listened closely to see if he could hear anything, the very, very faint sound of breathing.

Anna watched Van Helsing search the room. There was something about him tonight that just made her, feel attracted to him somehow. The pungent smell filled he room was so intoxicating she could hardly think straight. Her head throbbed with each beat of his heart. Her chest ached with desire. She couldn't take the silence, she wanted him. She needed him. She finally spoke. "Hello, Mr. Van Helsing."

Van Helsing quickly turned around and looked to were Anna's voice had come from. There he saw two glowing blue orbs, floating in the dark. As he walked closer he could see her more clearly. She was leaning back in a chair legs crossed, with an almost seductive smile, twirled her figures in her dark curls. The look in her eyes was strange though, the look of, desire. She demurely stood up gracefully walked into the moonlight. Her skin seemed almost luminous in the pale light. Her eyes looked were almost freighting and inviting at the same time.

Anna looked Van Helsing over then quietly inched closer; the smell was coming from him. She stared into his eyes, he looked almost frightened. "I bet I could change that", she thought. She got a little closer without breaking eye contact, then without thinking pressed her lips to his.

Van Helsing was stunned, Anna was kissing him. He admitted he felt a small bush and pull attraction, but he hadn't really thought of her that way, he then began to kiss her back.

Anna still wasn't satisfied; she thought by kissing him would fulfill her desire, but the kiss wasn't enough, she wanted more. She moved to his neck, the feel of his pulse against her lips made her crazy. All her reason materialized and her lust took over.

It wasn't until over almost a minute he felt something wasn't right. "This isn't Anna, something's different." He thought, and then things started to make sense. "Wait a minute," he looked down at the blood soaked cloth that covered his wounded hand "my hand," he realized,"my blood." That's why she kissed him; He had to stop her before she went too far. "Anna, Anna stop." he said as calmly as he could but she wouldn't stop. "Anna!" nut nothing changed, it was like she was in another world. He cautiously reached into his pocket and took out a small crucifix. "Forgive me" he thought then he held it then took her hand and pressed the tiny cross against her palm.

Anna let out a shriek and pulled away as the small cross burned her skin. She stared at the small burn mark on her palm, nothing severe but it still hurt. Panting, from pain and surprise, she gave him a poisonous look. Neither of them spoke. Then out of pure anger and blood lust she lunged at him.

With matching strength they clashed, werewolf curse against vampire curse, evenly matched, almost. With all his strength Van Helsing pushed Anna back across the room, and in pure instinct, pulled out his dart shooter and as she was getting up to get back at him, he shot two darts into her chest. He watched in guilt as Anna tried to keep her eyes open the she slumped to her knees and passed out.

Van Helsing walked up to Anna's sleeping body. "I'm sorry for doing that again" he then picked her up and slowly took her to her room, and laid her on her bed. He looked down at her. "That was too close; we are running out of time." He whispered softly, but little did he know that in just a one day time, all hell would break lose.

I know the end is a little weak, but at least the story was better. Hope u like it ill update soon, read and review.