Finally I got this chapter how I wanted it. Take the writer's block! Anyway thank you to my reviewers Believer29, and Ardina.

Disclaimer: Don't own Van Helsing.

Atrum stood nervously outside the coach. They had stopped for quick break, and Atrum was wrapped inside her cloak. After all it was daytime, and she couldn't stand the sun. Tanner came over to her, he was 6'3" had black eyes that looked like all light was void from them. They matched his black shoulder length hair and pale skin perfectly. Like his mistress he also wore all black, except his was outfit pants, an overcoat and a top hat. He had a dark hunter green silk poet shirt under his over coat, he also had a silver Ankh hanging around his neck.

"Mistress," Tanner greeted her formally, before he said what he needed to say. "Tonight is the full moon…"

"I'm aware," Atrum cut him off. They had been traveling two days, and tonight was the night of the full moon. The night of her embarrassing transformation.

"Mistress," Tanner tried again. "What will you do?"

"Not look into the moon of course," Atrum replied stiffly. She could avoid transforming, and this time she would succeed like she did that one night a few years back.

"But Mistress," Tanner said with care, remembering the night she did not transform clearly. "You hate when you do not transform. All that pent up energy, makes you restless. I can easily just take the coach to another point and meet you there in the morning."

"And what of our travel companions?"

"Let me worry about them," Tanner replied. "You need to transform. It is unnatural if you do not."

"My transformation is unnatural in itself," Atrum retorted. "I will not look into the moon tonight, understood." Tanner looked as if he was going to say more, but Atrum ended the discussion. "Tanner I rescued you from the depths of Hades do not disobey me."

"Yes mistress," he replied reluctantly. Tanner went back to the head of the coach to check the horses reins. Van Helsing walked over to her.

"So what is he?" Van Helsing asked her, curious about Tanner.

"What ever do you mean," Atrum said as she turned away from him. She wouldn't reveal any secrets to him she didn't have to.

"I know he isn't human," Van Helsing stated as he grabbed her shoulder and made her turn to face him. "So what is he?"

"A soul I rescued from Hades," she hissed at him, she was in a foul mood now. Maybe Van Helsing should know some truth to why his life was cursed like hers.

"Oh and what did he do to be sent to Hades?" Van Helsing asked, refusing to remove his grip on her shoulder.

"You killed him," she said as she slapped his hand away from her shoulder. "If you must know, he was a Roman solider who begged for mercy as you sliced him through. I had to rescue him as a favor to Hecate. Seems he was a follower of his, although why he was fighting for Rome he refuses to tell. Now if you are done with your questioning we should continue with our journey."

"I killed him," Van Helsing mutter as he digested the information.

"I've told you before," Atrum sighed, as she turned to head for the coach. "You have much blood on your hands."

"Atrum," Van Helsing said stopping her journey towards the coach. "You will tell me how you know so much about my past."

"One day perhaps," she replied as she entered the coach. Carl walked over to Van Helsing.

"You know the full moon is tonight," Carl stated, as he stared at the coach.

"Nervous?" Van Helsing laughed, breaking away from his thoughts.

"No," Carl replied weakly. "I'm terrified!"

"You never change," Van Helsing laughed as he headed towards the coach.

"But we don't know what she will change into!" Carl yelled as he followed Van Helsing back to the coach. Atrum stuck her head out of the coach.

"Stop cowering and let's go!" she roared. "Besides I am not transforming tonight."

She sat back on her seat, and glared at them as the sat down on the opposite side of her. Tanner closed the door, and she lowered her hood. Carl gulped as he stared at her.

"Must you always be such a coward," she hissed. "Trust me, you have faced more terrifying sights then my transformation. Honestly, it is nothing to worry about, it is more of a nuisance then a dangerous transformation."

"Well we don't know what we are expecting if you do transform," Van Helsing replied, as Carl shook next to him.

"Fine," she screamed as she sat back and crossed her arms. Atrum looked away from them. "I transform into a bloody panther!"

"What?" Van Helsing gaped at her.

"In other words I run around as a large black cat," she muttered.

"Wait," Carl laughed. "I was afraid of a pussy cat?"

"Actually a panther can rip apart a human in about a minuet," she looked to Carl and let a slow grim grin appear on her lips. "My fastest time however in panther form is about ten seconds."

"Van Helsing let me out," Carl panicked, giving Atrum the desire result of her bluff. The truth was she never killed a human in her panther form, but a few rabbits have fallen prey to her. But she did tell the truth when turning into a panther was a bit of a nuisance. After all how could she possible keep track of herself when she was more interested in chasing down rabbits and any other creature that passed in front of her.

"Calm down Carl," Van Helsing said as he held back his laughter. Atrum glared at him again. "You know you do a lot of glaring."

"I know," Atrum replied harshly. "It normally makes people squirm, yet you seem unaffected, unlike Carl."

"I don't scare easily," Van Helsing said seriously, as Carl squirmed in the seat next to him.

"That is a good thing," she made her voice as cold as ice. "The smell of fear, especially near a full moon drives me to kill."

Carl let a small whimper of fear as her eyes shifter to glare at him. She let that slow evil grin appear on her face. Carl was shaking terribly now, as he opened the door to the coach. Van Helsing grabbed him before he could jump out, and Atrum shielded herself from the sun light.

"Can you please stop scaring my monk," Van Helsing sighed as he forced Carl to sit and closed the door.

"I cannot help it if he is a coward," she huffed. "Besides, if I can't have fun with him, this trip would be long and boring."

"That's beside the point," Van Helsing retorted. "Now stop it."

"Fine," she snorted. "What ever you say."

The remainder of the day was spent in silence. Carl finally calmed down enough to stop shaking, but his eyes never left Atrum's form. Tanner stopped the coach near night fall, and again went to plead with his mistress.

"Mistress," he said, his voice full of hope. "You must transform. It is more of a curse not to transform. To prolong the pain, your instincts will kick in."

"Tanner," she hissed. "I will not give in to temptation of transformation. I will resist."

"Mistress, please," Tanner begged. Van Helsing was watching them, he was enjoying the show.

"Tanner I said no!" she roared. Atrum could feel the sun setting and the call of the wild began to fill her veins.

"Mistress," Tanner said softly. "You must."

"Jeez, try and kick the habit of transforming and people just force you to do it again." she huffed as she removed her cloak. Van Helsing's jaw drop at the sight of her flinging the lace gloves at Tanner, who had her cloak draped over his arm. There she stood in a deep hunter green corset top, tight black leather pants and high heeled black boots that went up to her calves. Her outfit hugged every single curve of her body, and Van Helsing had to stop himself from drooling. Carl appeared by him and his jaw dropped at the sight.

"Who would of thought that was hiding under her cloak!" Carl gasped. "It's enough to drive any man wild."

"This is the last time," she hissed as she poked Tanner in the chest. Atrum headed into the bushes to undress. Van Helsing and Carl stared at where she disappeared, and Tanner turned to glare at them. The sun had finally set and a small roar was heard as a black panther appeared where Atrum had disappeared too. The green eyes of the panther looked at Carl as it bounded towards him. Carl let a whimper of fear pass his lips as the panther passed by him. Tanner appeared next to them, now carrying her discarded clothing.

"Let us leave," he ordered. Then he headed towards the coach and placed her clothing on her seat. Van Helsing looked to where the panther disappeared and back to Tanner who was sitting at the head of the coach.

"She's naked," gasped Carl.

"Of course she is," Tanner sighed. "She would never ruin her clothes for something like the transformation. Now let us leave or she will be at the spot we agreed upon before we get there. I shudder to think what she would say if we left her naked in the sun light."

Van Helsing shook off the thought of Atrum naked, as he grabbed Carl and pulled him into the coach. As soon as the door shut they where off. Carl and Van Helsing remained silent as there thoughts drifted to the sight they had just witness.

"She tried to attack me," Carl muttered. "Tried to scare me."

"It worked didn't it," Van Helsing sighed. He tried to drive her from his thoughts, but something bothered him. Since he first laid eyes on her something seemed familiar about her, like he knew her before. Then after seeing what she looked like without the cloak the feeling of knowing her before seemed to grow. Only he could picture her in a toga, a sea green toga that brought out her eyes. This was all too weird, even for him.

Heehee. I'm not going to say anything, I would never blow my plot line. My serects to keep till the are revieled in the next chapters. Anyway review, pls! Reviews feed my muses. FEED THE MUSES! Till next time!