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Van Helsing lay in his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Memories were haunting him. Memories of that fateful night, when he killed Dracula, and lost a friend when things did not go as planned. Everything was supposed to work out. But it didn't.

He was back in Vatican City now, back in his own quarters. Yet as the months past he still could not forget about Anna. The Cardinal repeatedly reassured him that it wasn't his fault, but his words could not reach Gabriel's wandering mind.

This particular night, he realized something. Through all this pain and misery he hadn't thought about his recovered past. That past now meant nothing to him. Or did it? He suddenly sat up, and tried to remember everything that happened before the tragedy.

"…such a curse, to be the Left Hand of God…." Dracula had said, moments before his second death pounced upon him.

"The Left Hand of God…" Van Helsing said in realization. "The Left Hand of God…" He ran down the hall to Carl's room, knocking franticly.

"Oh dammit all. Who's knocking at my door at this kind of an hour?" Carl muttered. He crawled out of bed reluctantly and opened the door a crack. "Oh, Van Helsing! Its just you. Well, come in. No point in standing there. But why are up at two in morning anyway? Wait…I already know. It's about Anna again, isn't it?"

"Yes. No.Somewhat. And Carl, you really shouldn't curse, you're going to become a monk in two weeks! You're not going to be a friar anymore."

"What do you mean somewhat? And yes, I know. There are only 13 days, 8 hours, and 17 minutes before I am accepted into the brotherhood as a monk. That's why I am making the most of my time. Though I better keep my mouth shut right now, because I think Brother Michael next door is still awake. Now. Tell me what all this is about. And hurry up. I need to sleep you know."

"Carl, do you know anything about the Left Hand of God?"

"Well of course! You are the Left Hand of God. My God, you didn't know that? Oops. Tell me I didn't just break and another commandment."

"Yes, you did. And yes I did know. Dracula told me before I killed him. But aren't there any prophecies about him? What's supposed to happen to him after he's done his task on Earth?"

"Holy—never mind. No, not that I know of. But I'm not a scripture type of a person. Why don't you go ask the Cardinal tomorrow?"

"Carl, he doesn't know who I am! As the Left Hand of God thing..."

"Then tell him!"

"What if he doesn't believe me?"

"That will be your problem. Make him believe. Oh, I don't know! Why don't you just go back to bed, and think about this tomorrow?" Carl looked at his clock. "Bloody he—uhhhhh….. It's already three. Yes, you'd best go back. I have to be up in two hours for prayer. Good night, then." he said, and pushed Van Helsing out the door.