Mary's Point of View

A continuation of Abraham Van Helsing's journals by his daughter, Mary.

Long ago, Judas Iscariot tried to die for his sins. Today, Judas hung once more for his crimes against God. Once again He sent an angel to cut him free. Knowing the true identity of the vampire Dracula is only the beginning of unlocking his secrets. My father can rest from this burden his has hidden to protect the world, but most importantly, to protect me.

I didn't know what else to do, so I reported my father's death to the police. He was cremated, and his urn sits next to my mothers. The police blamed it on some vampire serial killer, and little did they know it was actual vampires. Lucy's room has been blicked off, and her reported missing. I know they will never find the bodies of Dracula's first victims as they turn to dust shortly after being killed. If they were vampires, that is. Who knows how many lives Dracula and his brides killed or turned in the sort time they roamed free. Even now, Dracula could still be claiming lives, though I doubt Anastasis would let him.

It was refreshing to get a full night's sleep without being haunted by the vampire that stalked me since childhood. It's better to know that I'm not mad after all. That I not ill, or possessed, just born of a vampire's blood. It's still not the greatest thing, but at least I know now what I am. For the first time in my life, I know who I am and where my future lies.

I am Mary Van Helsing, and I am my father's daughter. His purpose is mine now, to find Dracula to hide him from mankind and find a way to destroy him. And nothing can ever take that away.

I am hoping Anastasis can still help with it. She knew the hanging would not kill him, and the sun was a temporary death. Still, I do not understand why she cut him free. What I really want to know is what exactly she is and her connection to Dracula as it is clearly different from my own.

Simon is not optimistic that she is still an ally. He hoped my father still had some friends who knew about the vampire in case anything happened to him. Simon is great full that Dracula released me from being a vampire. I don't think I have it in me to tell him just yet that I don't think Dracula completely made me human again.

I can still see, hear, and smell better than before. I can hunger for blood but satisfy it with regular food and drink. I can walk in the sun, but it makes my arms and legs itch after a while of too much exposure. Covering them makes it go away. These are clear signs that though Dracula released me from his power, it simply means that the power is known as my own, not gone completely. Hopefully, finding the vampire and Anastasis will give me answers.

I put down my pen and my father's journal as Simon prepared to look for Dracula tonight. Though I had indeed sleeped, I was too mentally tired to join him this time. He understood, losing my father took its toll on him too.

"I don't he won't feed. Besides, after everything that happened, he'd come straight for me. I'm going to check nearly hotels and empty factories near the roof we were at. With Ana injured, he would not take her far," Simon said as he prepared to walk out the door. It was not quite dark yet, but he wanted to get the drop on Dracula.

"Please be careful. I don't need to lose anyone else," I warned. He put his hand on my shoulder to reasure me that he'll be fine and I believed him.

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Confined to my downstairs since Lucy's room was still considered an active crime scene, I stayed in my room reading Father's Journal. Though I liked the knew found silence, i wished Dracula would talk through my mind just so I would know for sure if he still can. A noise made me pick up a cross dagger and look in the hall. I gasped as the vampire stood there looking as mentally drained as me and very surprised to be here.

I raised my dagger, but he put his hands up, "I'm not really here..." cutting his words off, I threw my father's journal at him, and it went right through. I could always feel him, and he could touch me, but other people or objects went right through. He moved his hands to a why gesture that only made him look more tired of being here. "You summoned me. Why do you seem angry thar I showed up. What do you want so I can go back to ignoring the woman who betrayed me."

I walked past him to pick up my father's journal, "I don't want to talk to you either. The only reason I wanted you here is so I'd know if you still could appear."

He lent his head back in annoyance, "I can but not as freely. Our connection is now more equal, I don't have more control over it, though you could have summoned me before had you chosen too. Before, I could not see your surroundings blured over mine. Probably because you asked me to appear here. Don't worry, I won't cime after you anymore unless I have to. And, of course, you are not drugged beyond your reach of me, which helps our connection. Drugs, by the way, that would have killed you were it not for my blood, though those doctors didn't know any better, just your could stand stronger doses than most humans."

We stared at each other in silence for a moment, "I... I knew they were strong. A few days ago, I thought they were still not strong enough..." I decided to change the subject, "How is Anastasis? Was she hurt bad?"

He seemed to smile a bit, "She was, but she is all healed know. I'm still resting, though. Unless you and Simon plan on coming after me, I plan to get the both of us a change of clothes. She was complaining to herself that hers smelled, and she is not wrong, though I know it is not her fault."

It was strange he'd make such a gesture for her, but that is not my concern. Quickly deciding to exclude Simon's where abouts, I simply said he was out, but I'm clearly not, "I have a funeral to plan." Dracula looked to the urn and father's picture. I expected morbid pride or at least a smile. Instead, he simply nodded and disappeared. I made it clear in my mind that I did not want it back.