Sing the Devil, Prick the Flesh

A/N: Yes, another chapter! Please review! Also, NO FLAMES!

Summary: AU Van Helsing had failed. He lost Carl, Anna and Frankenstein. Now Van Helsing has no choice but to be Dracula's slave and obey his orders. But still there may be hope... Rated T. Beware.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Van Helsing!

WARNING: There's Violence, Angst and Tragedy! If this isn't your type of story, you should go elsewhere.

Chapter Three - No Bloody Choice

The buildings of London that had once been treasured were now crumbling away, along with the people who had lived in it. The moonlight above Van Helsing's werewolf form stretched her light towards the buildings and the silky touch of its mistress made the beast inside of Van Helsing roar in rage and starve for flesh. Van Helsing pushed it aside, though the wolf in him didn't want him to. He had a task to do, and that always came first. His master will not be pleased if he didn't do as he was told. He may not be able to be Dracula's personal werewolf. It was definitely a privilege...

You know dying would be better, Gabriel... You should kill yourself before you harm another human being... his inner voice called out to him in his head, but the werewolf was stronger. It sank its teeth into those biting words of truth. Van Helsing had made himself believe and lied that he was grateful he had a master who freed his power. And yet, Van Helsing always knew that his own voice was right in the end, and the werewolf in him was only making him into a weak man. He should die for all the sins he had caused. All the deaths he had brought to the innocent.. But the werewolf will not let him free. It would obey his master, or else.

Van Helsing's feral eyes quickly scanned the area, searching for humans. The crumbled buildings now looked like someone or something had bitten a chunk out of it. Van Helsing doubted there were any alive. But still, he will have to be sure.

His predator instincts immediately caught sound of rocks crunching beneath feet, and then the scattering of rubble as it was followed with the sound of running footsteps. Immediately Van Helsing's wolfen head snapped back and he roared, lunging at whatever was hidden in the small, fallen wall. Van Helsing banged into it. His powerful body got up on its hind legs and its claws were outstretched to pick up the human. That was until he heard the sniffling, frightened cry.

His golden eyes narrowed to see a child, around the age of 13, look up at him. The child was a girl and her widened eyes showed fear. Her lips were quivering and her face looked tear stained. Her clothes were ripped and there was blood smeared on them. Her dark cherry colored hair was a mess and her face was cut all over but even in this state, she wasn't ugly. She was rather pretty. She was on the floor and she was struggling to get up, to run from Van Helsing.

Van Helsing seemed to stare at the girl for a little while, at her horrified expression and the fear in her eyes. Even now he was feared, even when he was human he was feared. He bared his fangs at the thought. But somehow, Van Helsing felt pity for the young girl. She still had a lot to live for... she shouldn't live just to serve a beast like Dracula. The pity made him hesitate to call for his master.

The girl seemed to shudder in fear. Van Helsing continued to stare until he felt himself change back to his human form. He saw the girl's eyes widen, both with fear and shock. She was scrambling to get up but Van Helsing quickly dived for her to stop. The tall brick wall, which was now only half standing, covered both Van Helsing and the girl. The girl flinched at his touch but didn't push him away. Van Helsing looked back at the girl and her eyes softened a bit.

"You are a werewolf..." she murmured and Van Helsing nodded. Then he looked around cautiously and then whispered, "Run. Get out of here. Don't end up like me, as Dracula's servant."

The girl nodded and just before she ran, she saw relief cross through Van Helsing's eyes. "What's your name?" Van Helsing asked. The girl gave a weak smile and answered, "Rose."

"Be careful... Rose," Van Helsing said softly and Rose nodded. She quickly got up and then ran, looking behind her and getting a glimpse of Van Helsing kneeling form before running straight forward. Van Helsing smiled. Rose...

There was a line of survivors that included woman and children. There were many men, all of whom just glared up at Dracula. Van Helsing had changed back into the wolf after his encounter with the little girl, careful not to give anything away that would make him look suspicious. He had lowered his head deeply, knowing what was going to happen next. He hoped Rose had gotten away just fine.

"Excellent, Wolf. Kill that one for me. Ladies and gentleman, serve me and you will come to no harm. If not, you will soon find out what will happen to you. Look!" Dracula said and chuckled coldly. He had pointed to one strong looking male. The man immediately started to struggle, trying to escape from his bonds. But the Wolf was quicker, grabbing him easily and slammed the man down with its claws.

Van Helsing howled mournfully into the dark sky and then his head dived downward, as he ripped the man's body. He will make the death swift for the poor man in his clutches. The man died instantly from the stroke and grew limp in Van Helsing's claws. The wolf in him immediately sinked its fangs into the fresh meat and greedily gulped it down into Van Helsing's system.

There were horrified screams from the prisoners. The woman carrying their young in their arms, started to sob pitifully. The men that had watched were also staring at Van Helsing with their eyes watering, their faces showing fear.

"Serve me and you will not meet the same fate that man had. I am offering you a choice," Dracula spoke calmly. The wolf in Van Helsing gulped down the last of the remains and looked up at the humans. They all backed away from his bloody appearance.

There was one thing Van Helsing couldn't do and that was control the wolf. The wolf had its own personal feelings like Van Helsing and Dracula had the power to switch it from Van Helsing to the Wolf. And now, Van Helsing felt himself slipping. The wolf was taking over. Dracula knew this. He was letting Van Helsing's wolf side take over.

No! Van Helsing cried out inside of himself and struggled for control. He did not want to kill needless people. Dracula was making him kill... and enjoy it. Dracula knew that the hunter did not enjoy killing. The only way for Van Helsing to enjoy it, was for the wolf to enjoy it.

He faintly saw Dracula look back at him and spoke, "Gabriel, you are going to go to sleep now. I have use of your wolfen side. I don't need you."

Van Helsing still struggled but he knew he will not be able to win. Dracula's infulence over him was now too strong. He felt the wolf inside him rip through and take over.

Van Helsing's vision started to mistify...

Van Helsing felt control over his body again and he blinked in the darkness. There was a few candles lit in the cell but he could see clearly because of the predator eyes. He looked around and found he was in his usual bed. Except... there were bandages on him. He got up and he heard the familiar clank of chains. His chest was wrapped around with bandages and below he wore long pants that signified that he was Dracula's personal servant.

He also had another mark left by the vampire, but it was no clothing. Like the newly turned slaves in the fortress, he had been branded with the emblem of Dracula. He could still feel the scorching heat on his arm, the agonizing pain as his eyes welled with his salty tears. Van Helsing had screamed out in anguish when he had finally saw the bleeding imprint on his bleeding skin. It was the very same image of the dragon curled around a letter 'V' for Vampire. At that instant, he realized how far he had gone to become what he despised...

"You're awake then," he heard a rather familiar voice and his dremy eyes quickly looked up to see Rose. Van Helsing looked back at shock and perplexity. Why was she here? Why didn't she run away?

"Why are you here!" Van Helsing thundered angrily, the shock now evaporating. Rose shouldn't be here!

"I was caught... I had no choice but to be that Dracula's servant! Like you," Rose said and she smiled sadly. The anger was quickly replaced with sadness. So... she couldn't escape. The girl was trapped like him, to serve Dracula as Anna had been brainwashed to do.

"Who tended my wounds?" Van Helsing asked and got up, pushing the thin cover away from him. His bare chest was shivering from the cold. The bars in front of him now separated him from Rose, who also wore servant's robes.

She had definitely changed from before. She looked neat, her servant's robes hanging low on to her knees. Her hair, which had been spread everywhere, was now in a ponytail. Van Helsing noticed, even from the dark, that Rose had beautiful blue eyes like the sea. It made him remember Anna's wish of wanting to see the sea and its harbor, and his heart ached. And yet he could also feel a small hope.

"I did," Rose spoke and nodded to herself.

"Thank you."

"You are welcome."

"Wait... how did I get these wounds?" Van Helsing spoke and Rose looked awkwardly at him, a pained look on her face.

"You got it when you were trying to... your... wolf side tried to kill someone. They had guns and shot at you..." Rose explained and her face looked like she was going to cry. Van Helsing looked sympathetically at her.

"I wasn't awake that time. My wolf side took over," Van Helsing spoke and Rose looked up, looking perplexed. "So you can't control that thing all the time?"

"No, I can't. Master always releases or blocks the wolf when he wants and needs to."

Rose fell silent for a moment. "Why do you call him Master. That blood sucking monster is never our masters!" Van Helsing sighed.

"I know. But he is now. I'm a monster... like him. I obey his orders whenever he says anything to me and I kill when I need to. I'm never going to be free from the wolf in me... unless someone kills me," Van Helsing spoke and Rose seemed to bite her lips angrily.

"That ugly vampire has no right! He isn't our ruler, he isn't our king, nor our master-" Rose continued but Van Helsing immediately sensed the sound of familiar footsteps that he knew was Dracula. Van Helsing motioned for Rose to be quiet and she immediately did.

From the shadows Dracula himself came walking down the stairs towards Van Helsing's filthy cell. His malicious smile faltered at the sight of Rose speaking to Van Helsing.

"Leave, servant," Dracula hissed, and Rose lowered her head. The girl turned to look back at Van Helsing and mouthed, "I'll come back later." Van Helsing gave a silent look of understanding. Rose then vanished up the stairs.

Dracula looked at his servant with a distasteful frown. He turned back to look at Van Helsing, who had lowered his head also in a bow, although it had become reluctant now. The Count glared in annoyance. Was he going to have to break Gabriel as he had done with Anna? It would be much easier a task if Gabriel did forget everything and just obeyed him. But it would be no fun. He would have to tame Gabriel, not the wolf. The wolf was already tamed to obey his will. Maybe his other faithful servants will do the job for him.

"Raise your head, wolf! I saw you talking to the servant girl! You will not talk to anyone, even if I am not here, do I make myself clear!" Dracula hissed angrily and he saw Van Helsing look up at Dracula with a furious glare which reminded Dracula so much of that first time he had finally been able to torture Van Helsing.

"I will speak to whom I will, Dracula. You cannot stop me," Van Helsing countered. The courage that had been hidden in himself had seemed to make him stronger.

Dracula was frowning, but then it turned to a grin and laughter escaped from his cold lips. Van Helsing was not amused.

"You will obey me, Gabriel. I will hurt that girl if you do. She will suffer! Yes, that is rather a pleasing thought..." Dracula spoke and he seemed to be speaking to himself. Van Helsing immediately tried to turn into the werewolf so he could rip the chains away from him. But he didn't have the will.

"I think that would be a great event for some of my unfaithful servants. You will be their lesson, Gabriel. Unless you start obeying me, the girl will undergo the pain of this exemplar with you!" Dracula hissed and Van Helsing roared angrily, an inhuman roar that might have sent chills running through someone's spine.

Dracula gave a horrible chuckle and spoke, "Tomorrow, Gabriel, your taming begins!"

A/N: Grrrrr! Dracula is a bastard! I dont like him, he is too evil! x.X Well, I hope you enjoyed it. Please review!