AN - This is my first attempt into this fandom, so please try to be kind. Also this story is in first person, so to aid those who don't know what that means below is what dictionary . com says is first person. - The only reason i'm putting what a first person story is, is because I had postedthis story on ff . net and it was deleted because it was a "list". So no offence ment.
first person-n.
The grammatical category of forms that designate a speaker or writer referring to himself or herself. Examples of forms in the first person include English pronouns such as I and we and verb forms such as Spanish hablo "I speak." A discourse or literary style in which the narrator recounts his or her own experiences or impressions using such forms: a novel written in the first person.
Hence this is a fanfiction set in first person, where the character that is refered to as "I" is Van Helsing.
The losses of life
I have always been a man that ran towards danger. So why, in that moment did I run away? Because the look in his eyes told me of a past that I wanted to know so badly, but maybe I didn't. So I deflected, I pulled that cross out and held it up. Thus ending our discussion.
While I did not run away with my legs, my actions spoke loud enough; I did not want to be in that situation. I put all thoughts of the things inside me away for the rest of my time in Transylvania. When I bit into him and felt his blood coursing into my mouth, I remembered all of these moments. But there was no time, I had killed him and at the time this woman I saw, Anna, running at me looked as if she would hurt him. So I tried to protect him, in my mind only understanding the animal. The animal said that she would hurt, maim, and kill him. I could not let this happen. So after as my human brain became dominant and I understood everything, I wept. I wept for her, I wept for him, and then I finally wept for me. The last had been days later. It had taken that time for me to see, that I had lost so much by going to Transylvania. I had lost a beautiful woman, who was strong and cunning. Who would have been able to help me, if she had chosen, in my work of stopping the evil that roams this earth. I also lost a man. A man who held my past in his mind. A man who's memories I carry with me, but not my own. A man who was hollow because he had died from illness and my blade and then asked to return so he could live in sin with me. A man who I loved, do love. But yet have killed him twice. And now? I love no one. Carl, my friend, died many years ago. As did my work for the Order. If there is ever anything to great for a mortal to do, they will find me. They have yet to do so. Now, I sail on a ship, heading towards a land I have not seen in a time and a half. I still am searching for a peace that I'm sure I will never find.
AN –(again) Tell me what you think. This is my first crack at a Van Helsing fic. Thank you for reading.