Disclaimer: I do not own NBC's Dracula characters in any way, just my OC.
Hey world of Fan Fiction, sorry I haven't updated in a while, I have a lot going on. So, sense I haven't updated in a while, I wrote this short chapter for you all. (Sorry if it moves fast or seems vague. I was just trying to finish it to get it out to you guys). Thank you :-)
It was a cold, clear, sunny, October day in London and Van Helsing was on the way to the university of where he worked. M was following close behind, holding a bag with paper spewing over the top. Van Helsing occasionally looked back at M to make sure M was ok and capable of managing the bag; for he knew how heavy the bad could be and that M might purposely drop some papers as she did not like notes, but that did not mean she did not like the work. M had been working with Van Helsing for a little over a month now and both were working on a formula for daylight, but M was helping him without the permission of the order and with good reason. The daylight formula Van Helsing and M were working in was for someone, the Order would feel free to kill M for and not feel the least but guilty.
Once at the university, Van Helsing and M started to work on the daylight formula. Van Helsing had been trying for year to get the formula correct, but failed until he found M and allowed her to help; with M's help, he'd never been closer to solving the mystery of the daylight formula.
Van Helsing had cleared his small office before allowing M to enter so they could work because he knew exactly who M was and did not whether or not she was a spy for her father, but the Order as well. Only reason he had not killed M the instant he met her, he hoped to use her against her father in order to control her father.
Inside Van Helsing's office, the door was closed, curtains were closed, and his scientific equipment was spread all throughout his office. Van Helsing and M worked way into the night. Neither spoke to one another unless absolutely necessary, but Van Helsing broke the silence. In his heavy Italian accent, but in English, said, "So, M, I'm assuming you lived in America for a while?"
M, sitting at his desk, just a few feet away from where he was standing, put down her pencil, turned to the right, looked at him, and said, "Yes, why do you ask?"
He looked M in the eyes. "I only as because I occasionally notice you speaking in a British accent and with ease may I add. Am I also, then, to assume you were born in England, but primarily raised in America?"
M pushed herself and the chair on which she sat, back a few feet, stood up, bent down forward ever so slightly because she had hidden a knife just underneath her dress and she made sure her hand was on it before she replied. "Yes, why do you ask?"
Van Helsing turns around, walked to the back to his office, turns right a where a cabinet stood, opened the top draw, and pulled out, instead of his hammer like he wanted, but got pictures of M instead; which he had taken in order to ensure himself of she was. "You know who the formula is for, don't you?" he said from the back of his office in front of the cabinet.
While Van Helsing was at the back of his office, M had grabbed her knife and was holding it behind her back. She was standing up straight now. M calmly said, "Maybe. Why does it matter?"
Van Helsing turned around, now facing M. He walked towards her, pictures in hand. "It matters because he is your father. He asked me to lookout for you."
He walked over to M and stopped in front of her and handed M the pictures. M took them and asked, "What is this?"
"Those are picture of you. I took them when I found out who you were. I intended to give them to your father, but..."
M interrupted, "No, please give them to him. It may help out his mind...my mind at rest. Thank you for showing these to me."
M handed Van Helsing the picture, he took them from her dainty hand and put them in his bag on the floor by the door. Then said, "M, do you mind if I take some of your blood?"
M made sure her hand was on firmly on her knife, and then replied, "What for?"
"You are...different are you not?"
Before M replied, she took a moment to think. "My blood is what will allow a person to be in daylight without getting burned right away."
"Exactly."
Van Helsing then prepared to draw some blood from M, while she was not moving her hand off her knife. M did not trust Van Helsing as much as the poor man thought, but her thinking was, if she helps Van Helsing help her father, than she could possibly meet him.