Wow people must have been woundering what happened to the author. Well had a case of the summer blues, writer's block, and I'm having one of those wrost week ever deals. Yet somehow I manged to get this chapter done. Sorry for the wait and also thank you to my reviewers Believer29, Ardina, Lady Wednesday, X-Kate-X, and Blood Thirsty Pirate. Still don't own Van Helsing relatedness.

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She walked out to the balcony of her room, the sun rising to greet her, she adored the warmth it gave her. A smile crept upon her lips as she leaned against one of the columns of her home in Lamia, Greece. Being a wealthy Greek had it perks, like enjoying the simple sunrise without having to worry about someone yelling at you to get back to work. Gently rubbing her stomach she awaited her mate's return. Excited at the thought of telling him the news of her being with child made her smile grow, and her smile was as bright as the sun itself. Nothing could have prepared her for the screams of terror she heard from the town. She ran towards the front door and found…

Atrum awoke from her sleep, her heart pounding in her chest. She clung to the shirt she leaned against, and steady her heart. The past was best left in the past, but who can really control what they dream. Atrum would give the world to forget the day she saw Roman soldiers marching through town. The day she lost her child, these thoughts brought tears to her eyes, and she let out a small sob.

"Atrum," Van Helsing looked down at her, his eyes full of concern. "You alright?"

"I…" she looked up at him and realize she had been sleeping in his arms. Bolting up out of his lap, she replaced the hood of her cape. "It's dawn we should head out."

"Right," Van Helsing yawned as he brushed the snow off his jacket. "Which way do we head?"

"You're hopeless," Atrum sighed as she scooped up snow in her cupped hands, carefully not to compact it. "Arrow point towards Carl."

She threw the snow up and watched it fall. the snow trickled down in a form of an arrow point towards Carl.

"Northwest," Atrum noted. Heading in the direction the arrow pointed she turned to see Van Helsing poke the arrow and it burst into a little snow cloud and rejoin the ground. "Coming?"

"How did you do that?" he asked as he closed the gap between them.

"For the millionth time," she huffed. "Witch."

"Sorry," Van Helsing muttered. The walked in silence. Atrum was trying to forget how she woke up, and Van Helsing was wondering what kind of dream would have her shaking with terror. It was her shaking that had awoken him. He looked at her, she was walking ahead of him, with her head down. Almost as if she was ashamed of something.

Atrum couldn't let the guilt go. It was her fault for not finding another way, for letting the rage go, for the murders, for the death of her unborn child. Van Helsing had no memories of his past, and she had her unwanted memories of long ago. She stopped, pain was searing threw her chest. Clutching her cloak above her heart she fell to one knee.

"Atrum," Van Helsing rushed to her side and knelt by her. "What is it?"

"It feels like my insides are burning," she said threw her clutched teeth.

"Painful is it?" said a dark voice to the left of them. They looked over to see Stefan leaning against a tree. Atrum glared at him, and tried to release herself from his Magick hold over her. "I'd expect more of a fight from you."

"What are you doing to her," Van Helsing asked as he stood up. He started to head toward Stefan, but with a flick of Stefan's wrist he was sent flying back.

"Pest learn your place," Stefan laughed, his laughter chilled Atrum to the core.

"You did it didn't you," Atrum gasped. "You gave them the spell to let Dracula rise! You sold your soul!"

"And I received all the power I could want," Stefan smirked. "I rival you in power now. In fact I surpass you! Muwahahahaha! Now join me or die!"

"Never," Atrum replied as she tried to stand. Van Helsing was knocked out cold. "I will never join the Devil's side."

"Give it up," Stefan sneered. "Your little angelic act has gone on long enough. Do you realize how powerful you are when you release the darkness inside you! I saw the destruction you let loose last time. Lamia was under attack by Roman soldiers, and helpless you watched as your mate fought and was struck by a sword. Thinking him dead you go to your patron Goddess Hecate looking for answers. You received none and let the darkness over take you. Slaughtering anyone who got near you, not even noticing the spear that pierced your stomach and killed your unborn child."

"The guilt makes me sick and wish for a painful death everyday," Atrum stated. "I can barely live with the guilt of those lives I destroyed."

"The darkness can alleviate that problem," Stefan smirked. He raised his hand at her, palm facing her. She was lifted off the ground the pain flowing through her body. "Give in to it! Let the dark win! Give into the feeling of nothingness and POWER!"

"NEVER!" she screamed. The pain was overbearing, her whole body felt aflame. "You will not win!"

"HA! You are barely holding on as it is," he gloated. "You will join me!"

Stefan was knocked to the side by a giant royal purple ball of energy. Atrum fell to the ground the pain gone, she took deep breaths and looked to where the energy came from. A cloak figure stood there, Atrum thought it was Hecate at first but then saw the long gray hair that belonged to Zytka.

"You fool of an old woman!" Stefan screamed as he leapt to his feet. "You shall di…"

His words where cut off as she sent another blast at him. Her old gray eyes shown anger in them. She slowly walked over to him. Atrum watched as Zytka walked, her gaze never wavered from Stefan's form, nor did the anger leave her eyes. She looked like a tiger stalking it's prey, and it scared Atrum to see this loving woman look so frighten. Atrum almost felt sorry for Stefan, almost.

"I told you no Dark Magick," Zytka stated, her normally light cheerful voice was dark and slightly raspy. "You disobeyed me, and now you shall pay."

"I'm not afraid of an old woman," Stefan said, Atrum heard slight fear in his voice. "But I have other business to attend to. Good day ladies."

Stefan apperated in a cloud of black smoke. Atrum watched him disappeared then looked to the spot Zytka was just standing. She was gone.

"What is going on here!" Atrum screamed to no one. She stood and look over to Van Helsing. Walking over to him, she held out her hand to help him out. Van Helsing looked to her hand and stood without her help.

"What was that all about?" he grunted as he shook the snow off his coat.

"The hell if I know," she sighed. "For once I am as confused as you."

Atrum's thoughts where a buzz. Why did Stefan do it? He was such a good kid when he was younger. She just didn't understand how one could change so much so quickly. After all wasn't it just three years ago he was talking about going into the forest of India to strengthen his connection to the Earth?

"Evil always corrupt the young," she sighed. Picking up snow she commanded. "Arrow point towards Carl."

Letting the snow drop the shimmering snow arrow pointed towards Carl's location.

"Let's go," Van Helsing said as he walked the way the arrow pointed. Atrum followed him. Neither wanted to discuss what had just happened.

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Next chapter will have some Drac scenes. Don't worry I didn't forget him. The next chapter will also contain the first meeting between Stefan and Drac. HeeHee. Well review, and hopfully my writer's block will go far far away, and the rest of this week will be better, I HOPE! Also anyone know the proper spelling of Drac's minions, the dewargies or something? Till next time!