One review last chapter, guess this story just isn't what people thought it was. Ah well -le sigh- Thank you Lady Wednesday for the review. I know these inbetween action scenes are borining, but I enjy writting them. Still no ownership of Van Helsing on my end. On with the story.

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Van Helsing woke up and found himself in a dark room. His stomach felt off, and his head was pounding. Trying to process what had just happened he came up blank. In fact he could not remember anything from today. What was today anyway?

"Gabriel Van Helsing," came a low soprano voice from the dark. It was singing his name, over and over again.

"Who is it?" he asked the voice. "And what do you want with me?"
"I am Hecate," she said as she stepped foreword in the light. She was a small child that looked about twelve with long black straight hair that fell to her ankles. "I am the maiden, and can show you your past. It is time for you to remember."

"Hecate looked like an old crow last time I checked," Van Helsing said as he saw the dark world started to lighten. White Greek columns started to emerge from the dark.

"That is me also," the girl laughed. "That was me in my crone form. I have three form. The Maiden, The Mother, and The Crone. All are apart of me and all are my true forms. Now remember the past…"

Van Helsing saw a small Grecian town emerge from the darkness. A figure sat on the edge of town looking at the vast beauty of a garden. The figure seemed to be lost in thought, and his back was to Van Helsing. There was something familiar about the toga clad figure, but Van Helsing couldn't name it.

"Alexandros!" called out a familiar female voice. Van Helsing turned to see those brownish red locks gleam in the sun lights, and the piecing green eyes. It was her, in the sea green toga, and she was heading toward the figure in the garden.

"Atrum," Van Helsing gasped, as he saw the first figure turn around, it was him.

"Andreana," the figure laughed. "I see you found me."

"It was not that hard," Atrum replied. "You stick out like a sore thumb in all this beauty."

"While your beauty blends in," he said as he handed her a rose. "Marry me?"

"I told you before I cannot," she sighed. "I already decided to devote my life to Hecate. If I wasn't you are the only man I would be with forever."

"You are the only woman I want to spend eternity with," he said as he walked over to her. His hand cupped her cheek. "I love you Andreana."

The picture faded to black, and Van Helsing found himself where he began. Except the Maiden had been replaced by an older version of herself. Same long black straight hair, except she looked twenty and her stomach looked swollen with child.

"The Mother?" Van Helsing guessed.

"Yes," she said in a voice that sounded more mature then the little girl's. "I saw the love you both shared for each other. I told her I would not accept her service. There is no one who should come between the love you two shared for each other. Then the Holy Roman empire came on a mission from God to wipe out the heathens. Our town was swept up and destroyed."

"What happened to her?" Van Helsing asked, dreading the answer.

"I'll show you," she replied, and flicked a hand at the darkness. The darkness reviled a temple where Atrum was fighting the priestesses of the temple. "She saw you die. When that happened a darkness awoken in Andreana. Blaming me for your death, she attacked my temple."

"I died?" he asked as Atrum fought the priestesses in front of his eyes.

"You fell before her eyes as she watched from the house you plan to make you lives in. A Roman soldier stabbed you, but you got up after she had fled the sight. You slaughtered most of the troops, and then your service to God started. But her service to me started when she tried to take herself from this life. Look."

Van Helsing watched as a priestess plunged a dagger into Atrum's stomach. Atrum then punched the girl, and grabbed the dagger from her body and stabbed the priestess. The fight continued until a bloodied Atrum was the only one alive, her sea green toga was covered in blood. Dropping to her knees she raised the dagger up and went to slam it into her chest.

"STOP!" a voice boomed. Atrum instantly stopped, the dagger an inch from her heart. "Enough blood shed has happened in my temple. You will now make up for those lives you took in service to me."

"Please Hecate," she said in an emotionless voice. "I just want to die."

"You will pay for your crime," the voice continued. "Judgment has been passed, and you won't die until I say so."

"I die today," she screamed and plunged the dagger into her heart. The dagger disintegrated as it entered her body, becoming dust. Death was denied.

"She is in trouble," a wrinkly old woman said. She had taken the place of the Mother. "Save her."

"I will."

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Well now he knows. Next chapter more Dracula. Reviews are still welcomed! Till next time!