Welcome to chapter two. I got no reviews and that makes me sad. Oh well. I don't own anything Van Helsing related, but I do own Atrum.
"Van Helsing!" Carl gasped. He was out of breath from running after them. Van Helsing and Atrum were already outside the church. "Wait up!"
Atrum put the hood of her cape back up. She glared at the nearly full moon. Van Helsing noticed this, then turned to grab the bag from Carl, who had finally caught up with them.
"Don't like the moon light?" Van Helsing asked her, he wanted more information about this girl.
"It's nearly the full moon," Atrum replied. "When the Goddess of Lightis near her full power, and her light blesses all things. Damned things like I, are a bit challenged under the light. Sort of like you under the werewolf curse."
"So you turn into a hairy beast under the full moon?" Carl gulped.
"No," Atrum sighed as she stared at the moon again. "I turn into something else if I gaze into the moon. That's why I wear my clock, it blocks out all light."
"All light?" Van Helsing laughed. "Now you are going to tell me sun light burns your skin."
"No, it just makes my skin crawl," she shuddered. "Sun light is not my enemy nor my friend. Sun light is your friend, Carl. Van Helsing, people like us, we do not befriend the sun."
"People like us?" Van Helsing replied, very confused.
"Forget it," she sighed. "Let's just get to Siberia."
"Are we going by the sea?" Carl gulped again.
"Heavens no!" Atrum shrieked. "We are going by horse."
"The sea could be a tad quicker," Van Helsing interjected. Atrum glared at him then continued to walk away from them. "Or you could just fly your broom, bitch."
"Van Helsing," Carl said, as he tried not to giggle. He hoped Van Helsing had said it low enough the girl had not heard. Atrum had heard, but chose to ignore it. All she had to do was get him to Siberia, and have Dracula destroyed, andone of hercurses would be removed. She glanced at the moon again, three more nights till the full moon. Maybe she should have waited till after the full moon to get Van Helsing.
"Let's go," Atrum hissed as she turned to face them. "The night is burning away."
"Van Helsing," Carl muttered to him as they followed Atrum. "Can we really trust her?"
"Well she doesn't feel evil," Van Helsing said as his eyes bore into Atrum's back.
"But she is dressed all in black!" Carl said louder then he meant to. Atrum stopped and spun around to face them.
"Black does not always represent evil," Atrum hissed, not realizing her eyes where turning pale blue. "It can mean protection! It can protect you against evil! But no, you holy men have one track minds and automatically assume I am evil because of the color of my clothes. You do not realize I wear these for protection against evil, as well as the moon. Idiot of a fool, if you do not look outside your small box, and open your eyes to the impossible you will not come back from this mission alive."
"Please don't threaten my monk," Van Helsing stated, getting a little mad at her. After all Carl was a friend, even if he was a bit of a coward sometimes."Or we might run into a bit of a problem."
"Then don't assume I am evil," she replied, trying to keep her short temper. "Besides there is much more blood on your hands then mine, Left Hand of God."
"What is that suppose to mean!" Van Helsing called after her. She was still walking away, much faster then before. Van Helsing and Carl had to run to keep up with her. "You can't just say something like that and not explain!"
"All in good time," she replied as she stopped before a black coach. "My coach. Now are you coming, or are you going to stay here and keep up your service to God. Dracula must be destroyed."
"Then Dracula will be destroyed," Van Helsing said, as he opened the coach door. "Ladies first."
"Tanner," she said to the man driving the coach. "To Siberia."
She climbed into the coach followed by Carl, then Van Helsing. Carl and Van Helsing sat opposite of Atrum. The coach pulled away.
"Oh my, this coach seems to go fast," Carl noted.
"Of course," Atrum replied. "It is pulled by six Transylvanian horses."
"Someone once told me they where the fastest horses around," Van Helsing said, bringing up memories of Anna.
"Anna did not lie to you," Atrum replied. "They are the fastest in Europe. But the Arabs have a special breed that could rival these horses, of course thoes horsesdo not like the cold. These are not bothered by the cold"
"How did you know Anna told me this?" replied a confused Van Helsing.
"I can commune with the other side," Atrum stated. "I know of your first mission with Dracula. I saw it all. You started to fall for the girl, but you should be happy to know she is happy and reunited with her family in Heaven. Dracula's resurrection will not interfere with their afterlife in Heaven."
"It amazes me," Van Helsing started as he stared at her. "You know so much about me, yet I know so little of you."
"Well," Atrum said as she crossed her legs at the knee, and lowered her hood. Black boots stuck out a little from with in her clock. "Ask some questions."
"Alright for starters, do you have a last name?" Van Helsing asked. He was happy he was finally going to get answers. Hoping to shed some light on the mysterious woman.
"Luna."
"Atrum Luna," Van Helsing said testing it on his tongue.
"Wait," Carl irrupted. "Your name means Dark Moon?"
"Aye," Atrum laughed. "Fits me doesn't it."
"Is it your birth name?" Van Helsing continued his questioning.
"Nay," she replied sadly. "I do not know my real name."
"Is that possible?" Carl said thinking out loud.
"How do you know Gabriel Van Helsing is your birth name?"
"I don't," Van Helsing sighed.
"I am cursed like you," she stated. "To serve a Deity I crossed. You crossed God when you fought the Holy Roman Empire. I crossed the Goddess Hecate when I killed her loyalist of priestesses."
"Wait," Van Helsing interrupted her. "I did fight the Romans?"
"Of course you did," Atrum laughed. But bit her tongue from saying more. "It is not my place to tell you your history."
"But you know," Van Helsing gasped. How was it possible she knew? She knew about his history, he was so close to his answers and yet so far.
"Some of it," she sighed. "Do you really want to know your past? Well pasts, seems God does not want you to remember. It's for the best I am sure."
"Right," Van Helsing replied sarcastically. He sat back in his seat, disapointed. She wouldn't tell him his past, and there really wasn't anything he could do to make her.
"Sometimes it's better not to have memories," Atrum said, her voice very soft. She didn't mean to upset him, but she would have revieled his past to him, ifshe could.Forbidden to tell him anything of his past, shepushed it with her slip up about the Romans."Memories of loved ones you lost, or the ones you can only see and talk to, but they will never know who you are to them. My memories sometimes seem more of a curse then something happy. There are only a few happy memories in my past, how many are in yours?"
"I don't know," Van Helsing replied harshly, he was still mad she knew something about him that she refused to tell.
"How can you be so sure that your memories wouldn't just be another curse?"
"I can't," Van Helsing sighed. He gave up on getting anything from her. Carl wasn't too happy with her answers.
"But aren't those few happy memories worth it?" Carl asked.
"Sometimes," she stared at Van Helsing. "Then there are times they make you wish you could have the happiness back, and it weighs heavily upon your heart, and your hurt once again."
"Sounds like a curse," Van Helsing said, then decided to change subjects. "How long till we get to Siberia?"
"About a month," she sighed. "We will make as few stops as possible. We need to get there as soon as possible." The sooner I get rid of you the better she thought to herself. Then I can return to my cursed life, and drive you from my mind once again."Dracula's castle is outside a small village I use to live at. He has yet to infiltrate this village, but he has attacked many villages near them, and has a collection of two brides."
"I thought he normally hasthree?" Carl asked.
"Normally yes, but he hasn't found the third one yet," she looked out the window, and closed the black curtain. "He picks women of exceptional beauty to be his bride, and trust me he has always been very picky."
"How would you know?" Van Helsing laughed. She glared at him, then leaned her head back.
"I'm taking a nap," she said as she closed her eyes, and avoiding the question.
"How can one sleep in this?" Carl asked. His only reply was the soft sound of her even breaths.
"Like that," Van Helsing said as he pulled his hat down. "Night Carl."
"You're all nuts!" Carl huffed.
Well not bad, Also I don't know if I am going to continue this story if I don't get any reviews. Sorry I hate to be a bitch, but I do have other fanfics to write, and if no one wants to read this one then it feels like a waste of time. Till next time.