Sing the Devil, Prick the Flesh

A/N: It's official, I should never see a movie that includes torturing werewolves. lol Actually, I should say, I should never read a book that includes killing werewolves... lol I got my Underworld: Evolution book at last (since the movie isn't going to be out here for like... forever probably) and I read all sorts of stuff about vampires and werewolves of the sort, lol. And of William Corvinus and stuff so yeah, all of these writing remind me of those scene where the writer writes about Werewolves being imprisoned and stuff... lol.

Thanks so much Gir'sDogSuit, for your review! I know, Carl died... I'm sorry I had to kind of kill him, sorry! Anyways, Please review! (:

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Chapter Five - Only One Choice

Anna and Rose, both alike in their situation, watched in horror at the terrible transformation in front of them as they saw Van Helsing ripping at his skin, shredding them apart to reveal dark fur. A horrendous scream erupted from his lungs, cutting through the darkened morning as the two prisoners trapped in the cage cried out for help.

Why have you condemned me to die here, Master? Have I not served you well? I have been loyal! Anna thought as she felt hot tears sliding down her cheeks. She was going to die, she knew. But Anna didn't want to die. She would be happy to still serve her master if it meant escaping death! But... something was wrong. She felt as if she tasted something awful in her mouth. Somehow, a voice in the back of her head started to talk to her. You are not who you think you are. There is always a brighter side in death... You of all should know this...

Anna shook her head in disagreement, confusion appearing in her eyes. For a moment her mind was more fixed on the voice then on the transforming man in front of her. The man… who was he? Anna cocked her head and for some odd reasons, tears of agony seemed to spill out of her eyes. And yet... she didn't understand. Who was he? Why was it that she seemed to know this man? How could she have known him? How?

One rather familiar memory sped through her mind, stabbing her with more questions as she closed her eyes, a single tear filled with all the true feelings of her life slipped past her and on to the scorched ground.

Flashback

Anna entered the dungeon of her master's new werewolf, holding a tray of food as she opened the door. It creaked loudly, making her wince inside as she stepped forward. She bowed her head low, as her master always expected her to do. Her servants' robes, which was a simple dress with the emblem representing how grand her Master was, swished back and forth at her feet. Her eyes filled with something like pity and sadness as she saw a chained man inside the dungeon.

The cold iron chains cruelly curled like a python around the victim as she heard the man groan and look up at her direction. She looked at him with sadness written on her face. She looked into his eyes and it gave her shock to see that she was... familiar with them. Somehow, those eyes showed knowing, as if she had met him before.

This is absurd! Anna thought, biting her lip softly. Those pleading brown orbs continued to stare back at her with sad, mournful eyes as she bit her lip harder. She needed to look away, away from the man, her master's new werewolf. She did so almost reluctantly as she set the plate on the floor beside the man and quickly left, closing the door softly on his unfaltering gaze.

Anna gave out a sigh of relief, but it was mixed with confusion. Something had made her feelings move, but she didn't understand them. Anna closed her eyes, her heart beating fast.

End of Flashback

Anna opened her eyes, and although her questions stuck with her, for a minute she understood. Those eyes, those knowing brown orbs that watched her with emotions she couldn't begin to understand, knew her. Anna tried to shake it off but she knew it was useless. The man knows about her, and they were connected.

But the wolf didn't care of the sort. The wolf cared for blood and fulfilling its task. It was given a choice. To pick one prey to devour... No one will dare stop the wolf from killing.

Rose was in panic as she kicked furiously for her freedom. She wasn't about to die. She won't have it! Van Helsing was no monster. She knew that. He had saved her when he was supposed to bring her to Dracula to serve him. Still, that didn't mean she was not going to die in the hands of a blood thirsty werewolf. Even Van Helsing will not be able to stop the wolf... could he?

Rose looked up at the chains that stopped her from escaping. It locked at her wrists, trapping her in the cage, lifting her off her feet. Rose bit her lip hard. How was she going to break that on her own without a weapon to free her? Another piercing scream reminded her that Van Helsing's wolf was ripping out of Van Helsing's system. Somehow she knew he will not be able to restrain it for long. She gazed towards Van Helsing's direction and now instead of fear, she felt pity and sadness for what he was. Van Helsing didn't deserve it... It was all that ugly bat's doing! Rose's eyes burned angrily as her gaze flicked towards the sky. Though the bars of the cage prevented her to see parts of the sky, she could still see a monstrous looking thing flying up in the air with his brides.

Her eyes burned in anger at the sight of it, and the triumphant laugh that echoed with Van Helsing's agonized screams. Rose bit her lip hard and this time she tried to squeeze her hand through the small space that trapped her wrists on the metallic chains.

As she did so, she caught a small glimpse of her so-called companion beside her. She was also dressed in a servants' robes like herself, but something about her made her more different then her. The woman beside Rose was beautiful, she couldn't deny that. She couldn't help feeling curious. Who was she? And why was she also trapped here with her? As if in response, the woman looked her way and answered with a frightened look, so unlike her adult features. She looked like a girl trapped in a woman's body. Like a soul that clearly was lost and just happened to find a fitting body to serve it. Rose looked back in confusion... Why..? Why was the woman with her? Had the woman done something wrong?

Then Rose remembered the terrible look of realization on Van Helsing's face before he started to turn. That look... perhaps, just maybe, the woman beside her was his lover? A lover he lost or was taken away from his grasp? Rose wasn't able to answer her own question, for at that moment, one hideous roar, mixed also with one anguished scream ripped through the air, turning everyone's direction to it.

Van Helsing was gone. In his place was a vicious looking werewolf, its fur colored in dark brown as yellow feral eyes looked at both its prey. For a second Rose thought she saw a smile creep on the creature's face. It slowly opened its jaws and the chains around the werewolf's body snapped like twigs as it dug its claws on the bars of its cage, bending it with its weight. Rose could hear a small gasp escape from the woman's lips as Rose to couldn't help but feel fear as well. She started to struggle harder, unknowingly feeling the touch of her tears on her cheeks. How can she stop from making the wolf eat her and the woman up?

"V-Van Helsing!" Rose shouted, and this seemed to get the creature's attention. The name felt strange when she spoke it, but she didn't really care. "Van Helsing, can you hear me?"

A growl escaped the werewolf's widening jaws and it was not a pleasant one to hear. Clearly the werewolf was hungry and angry. The wolf's ears twitched. Perhaps it would choose the noisy one? Yes... it seemed quite decent. Silent ones were no fun to play with. At least its noisy prey was moving.

The werewolf moved one step forward, and then lunged towards Rose, claws outstretched. Rose closed her eyes, still screaming Van Helsing's name, as she waited for the blow of death to come. Strangely enough, it didn't. She opened her eyes slowly, and her face met the werewolf's face. Hot breath blew at her, making her feel a bit sick as her gaze went to the outstretched claw. It was ready to slice at her, but for some reason it had not. She looked towards the werewolf's eyes and she realized why.

The werewolf's eyes were knowing, and although the wolf attempted to fulfil its task, something was holding him back. Rose guessed, knew, that it was probably Van Helsing. Van Helsing had heard her. He had heard and stopped the wolf.

An irritated growl was heard from the werewolf continued to stay frozen in its position, the outstretched claw trembling. Rose could only stare back at the werewolf, and at its eyes and dangerous looking fangs.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING! KILL HER!" a furious roar sounded from above as Dracula swooped down, standing in front of the huge cage, eyes glowing venomously. His brides followed suit, their beautiful dresses trailing behind their feet as they hissed at the werewolf, as if they were there to see a fight.

The werewolf only responded with a growl as slowly the claw drooped downwards, avoiding Rose's neck as. Rose gave out a sigh of relief. She wasn't going to die...

"You will obey me!" Dracula hissed and he raised a hand and did a motion as if he was squeezing something invisible in his fist. The werewolf immediately cried out and this time it turned its head to face the woman. Rose's eyes widened in horror as a evil curl appeared on Dracula's lips.

"Kill her, wolf. Let Gabriel see!"

The wolf howled in reply as Anna screamed. But nothing happened.

The werewolf was stopped. Again.

It howled in fury as it tried to swipe, strike, bite, anything to kill the prey near him.

Anna eyed the werewolf with such fear she knew she had never endured before... But why was the creature resisting?

Tired of the embarrassment the wolf was making, Dracula frowned dangerously and glared at his werewolf. At Gabriel. Gabriel did not have the will, and yet he had the power to stop the werewolf. Dracula felt his fangs grow. He made one more motion with his hands and he heard the werewolf howl loudly. The coats of dark brown fur was shed and it was replaced by a battered Van Helsing, whose eyes were slowly closing.

Anna looked back, and this time her expression showed total confusion.

"Why did you save me!"

Van Helsing wasn't able to answer as his eyes rolled into the back of his sockets and he crumbled on the ground, his body strewn out.

Dracula felt his nose screw up in disgust. He will think all of the ugly possibilities later. He turned his back without a second glance as he signaled for his followers to clean up the mess. They obeyed and moved in, pulling Van Helsing's body roughly out of the cage. Rose was pulled out as well, freed from her chains. It hurt as hell, but she didn't feel it. Anna was also released. She held a lucid expression on her face. Both of them were pushed out to the open, where all the rebellious crowd looked at them in awe. Anna looked at the people, but not for the first time she wondered. Why did that man save her?

A/N: Yay! Woot! Van Helsing didn't kill any of them! (; Please review and tell me what you think!