#gabriel van helsing x reader

[bookworm-with-coffee]

Night Terrors. . .

(Van Helsing Boys x Reader)

(A/N); Ollo and welcome, friends! I give you VAN HALEN— wait. No. VAN HELSING!! Please note, it's my first time writing for the film AND my first time writing lil imagines! As always, enjoy! ❤

Plot; How they comfort you after having a nightmare

Pairings; Gabriel Van Helsing x Reader (Romantic), Carl x Reader (Romantic), Count Vladislaus Dracula x Reader (Romantic)

Warnings; mature themes, blood, death, angst with fluffity fluff

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Gabriel Van Helsing

The night was quiet save for the sound of the gentle evening breeze rustling the trees, the last embers of the campfire now burning away into nothing.

Dark eyes monitored the small encampment from afar, eyeing the two sleeping bodies with care. Peaceful sleep was hard to come by for one Gabriel Van Helsing.

Horrific nightmares often stole his precious sleep from him. Every night, almost. Both yourself and Carl were oblivious to such things, unable to hear his struggles whilst slumbering within your own little worlds. Some part of Gabriel was grateful for that, not wishing to burden you in particular about such things. You, who had already been through so much.

His gaze fell upon you with a tenderness that you never were allowed to see in your waking hours. Softly, a sigh passed through his nostrils in seeing you sleeping so soundly. As envious as he was, Van Helsing was unable to mask his fondness of you even still.

Your breaths were even, the delicate strands of your hair falling perfectly over the curves of your face. He could barely spy the details in the fading firelight, yet it never failed to put him at ease. You were so beautiful.

With great care in his steps, Gabriel strayed closer to your sleeping form. He almost jumped at Carl's sudden loud snore, glaring at the sleeping friar for a moment before continuing on his way.

Kneeling by you, he gently pulled your blankets up and over your shoulders, no longer having to mask his vulnerabilities and affection for you. You would never know how much you meant to the monster hunter.

From the very beginning, you'd been there. You found him on the steps of the Vatican Church, half dead all those years ago. Not a sister of the church, but a volunteer in servitude of God and the Church for their kindness in taking you in after your family was brutally murdered. They were your family. And you invited Gabriel in with open arms.

You tended to his wounds, nursed him to health, never left his side. Your face was burned into his memory from the very start. No longer wishing to stand idle in the Church, you trained alongside him to become a monster hunter yourself. You followed him everywhere. It was in all this time together, that Gabriel realised he loved you. However, he would leave such things unspoken. Everyone Van Helsing loves, always seems to die.

The warmth of his lips pressed a soft kiss to your temple, swiping your hair behind your ear with one of his callouses. Before standing up, he took notice to a sudden shift in your behaviour. Your head had begun to shift softly, a grimace appearing strongly on your expression.

"No", you breathed out, your feet suddenly kicking from your blanket. Your body began to tremor and thrash slightly, Gabriel dropping fully to his knees beside you.

"(Y/n)", he tried gently to wake you, his eyes clouding over in concern. The realisation hit Gabriel that this was him every night and the thought of you going through the same thing made him sick.

"No!", you protested louder, your brows now creasing further. Sweat began to glisten on your skin, your breaths becoming erratic with your movements.

Grasping your shoulder, Van Helsing called to you once more, firmly, "(Y/n)!". You were suddenly pulled from your unconscious state, grappling onto the strong arm of your best friend. The echoes of your unwelcome dream lingered freshly within your mind, the brunette entering your field of view. "Are you alright?".

Feeling as if your breath had caught in your throat, you felt your emotions overwhelm you all at once. Your eyes stung with tears whilst you sat up, only able to whisper his name in your relief, "Gabriel". The dream hadn't been real; Gabriel was alive.

Your arms reached up, engulfing the larger man in a hug. The hunter's arms floated for a moment, not having the most affectionate upbringing. Yet, after a moment, he found peace and comfortability in wrapping them softly around your form.

Trembling from your sobs, you remained in Gabriel's arms, the brunette almost content to hold onto you. He could only imagine the horrors you'd seen, a sense of dread prickling in his mind. "It's alright", he hushed you, hesitantly reaching up to run his fingers through your hair. "It's alright".

The image of Dracula flashed into your mind, covered in Gabriel's blood. It had been so real to you. You'd already lost your biological family, the feeling of losing Van Helsing as well was too much to bare. He was the man who held your heart, after all.

When your cries died into calmer breaths, the brunette didn't pull away. He was allowing you to do so at your own leisure. "Are you alright?", he repeated, amidst his growing concern.

"Yes", you finally answered him, your throat tight and croaky. Finally breaking your embrace with him, you wiped at your reddened eyes, noting the worry within his own. He had such beautifully coloured gaze. Like the comforting smoothness of chocolate. "It was just a dream".

Reaching into his jacket, he pulled out a small flask of alcohol. "Have a sip. It might dull your nerves", he whispered, offering the bottle to you. The liquid was smoky sweet and burned your throat, yet it had a comforting warmth to it as it hit your stomach.

"Thanks". He inclined his head with a short smile. "I'm sorry if I woke you".

"Don't be", he placated you with a gentle tug to his shoulders, sipping from the flask as well. "We all get nightmares".

"Even you?".

"Yes, me", he murmured. "All too often, I'd think. But, nevermind that". Wishing to distance himself, he stood. "Get some more rest, I think we'll both need it—".

"Wait!", you almost shouted, clasping your hand around his larger one. You sent a cautious look to the nearby friar who was still somehow asleep before meeting eyes with the brunette's. His brows creased in confusion. "Will you stay with me?".

Marking the look of terror in your orbs, the monster hunter relented easily to your coaxing. Many nights, he too wished that he had company for comfort. With a silent nod, his hat and jacket were quickly removed. You shuffled over in your bedroll, allowing him to fit in beside you.

Despite how intoxicating it was for the both of you to be so close like this, it felt almost right in a sense. Familiar. "Thank you", you breathed out, Gabriel able to spy the gratitude in your gaze despite the dark.

"Get some sleep", he encouraged softly, offering a smile. "I'm here". Shifting closer to him, your head rested by his broad chest as his arms instinctively fell over you. His gaze monitored your expression, ever content to watch you slip into a slumber. After some silence, you quietly called to him,

"Gabriel?". You recieved a hum in return, beckoning you to continue. Hesitation almost had your throat closing, yet you couldn't allow your best friend to face the fate in your dreams without knowing what truly lies in your heart. "I love you".

For the first time in a long time, his heart was unsteady, thrumming faster within its confines. His silence was tormenting to you, insecurities already playing within your mind. Perhaps you shouldn't have said anything at all??

Tilting your head upwards, his lips seized your own with a dizzying gentleness, his hands burning hot against the skin of your face. Or was that the alcohol? You couldn't be sure.

Breaking down every wall of emotional shielding he'd made for himself, Gabriel finally allowed himself to give in to the wants of his heart. "I love you too". It was spoken beneath his breath, yet you could hear the smile and perhaps the affectionate warmth within his words; as if a burden had also been lifted in some way.

One thing you were both sure about was; when you both would wake the next morning, things would be different, yet better than they had ever been before...

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Carl

"I beg your pardon?", the young friar sputtered, gazing at his best friend incredulously.

"There's not enough room in the castle for all three of us to stay, so you and (Y/n) have to share a room".

"I can't tell if you've noticed", Carl's voice dropped an octave. "But, there's only one bed in each room!".

"You act as if you haven't been dreaming about this for years", Van Helsing teased with a rare and almost lighthearted grin, the blonde's face heating up. "Come on! Here I was thinking you would be happy about this!".

"She's your sister!", Carl hissed. "I can't believe you're happy about this!!". The hunter's eyes rolled amusedly, falling onto your approaching form with a gentle mirth. Anna strayed not too far behind, the two of you already getting along more than soundly in the few hours since your meeting.

"Ready to settle in, Carl?". With just the sound of your voice alone, the blonde's worries and his ability to form coherent sentences had both faded from him.

"Yes, yes", he fumbled, nodding to himself more than anything. "Let's go". Van Helsing's lips pursed to restrain any laughter that threatened to slip and ruin his composure, watching as the both of you journeyed together to your shared room.

"Did they take the bait?", Anna cocked a brow.

"All too well", the brunette replied, irking a smirk from his female counterpart.

"You come here to help me defeat Dracula and yet you also think it's the perfect time to help your sister end up with your friend".

"Is that a problem?". An amused giggle almost left the Valerious in her keen observation of this stranger.

"Van Helsing, monster hunter and matchmaker", Anna mused to herself, earning an unimpressed raised brow from Gabriel. "A curious title".

"Don't push your luck", he warned.

Settling into your shared quarters with the friar had been easy enough. The room was large and extravagant, easily impressing Carl with the study space and yourself with the various arrays of books upon the many shelves.

"Now", the blonde started to ready his bedroll once the time came to slumber. "I can hardly have you sleeping on the floor, so—".

"Carl", you halted him. "This bed is a palace. Just stick to your side and we won't have a problem". The friar found himself unable to argue with you, enamoured by the carefree and playful smile you'd offered him. However, he couldn't help but feel guilty. If you knew how he felt, would you still be so keen to allow him to sleep beside you?

It was no secret to anybody else that Carl loved you, Van Helsing's younger sister. He'd half expected the hunter to hate him for that, much less support the idea and tease him incessantly over it. But, the way Van Helsing saw it; Carl was a good man of faith and hardly able to stand against him should his sister face heartbreak at the blonde's hands, if at all.

Everyone knew, except for you.

In climbing under the thick covers of the bed with the friar, some part of you prayed that Carl's warm presence would ease the fear and pain you often experienced when falling into the world of sleep. However, you found that not even he could keep the horrific dreams away.

You awoke with a gasp, trembling uncontrollably in the early hours of the morning. The moon was shining brightly through the windows of the balcony doors, illuminating the room in a gentle blue glow. You were in a bed; it wasn't real.

You heaved a sigh of relief and exhaustion, your head falling into your hands to feel the wetness of sweat dripping from your face. Tears joined the mixture whilst you desperately wiped at your now swollen eyes. Not even you could remember the last time you slept pleasantly.

Turning your gaze to your counterpart, you were relieved to find him still sleeping. His restful expression was beyond adorable, a wet chuckle leaving you whilst you reached over to brush your fingertips along his cheek. He had light stubble and a soft snore, snuggling into his pillow. How you envied his peacefulness.

Carl had always been a comfort to you, although you'd never admitted it to him. His rambles, his creativity and ideas had all ensnared you. He had such a sense of innocence in comparison to yourself. You had so much blood on your hands, you wondered if you'd even make it to the gates of Saint Peter. You couldn't allow him to follow you into the dark. Not whilst he shone so brightly in comparison to you. So, silent you would have to remain.

Moving yourself from the covers, you hardly noticed Carl's eyes fluttering open. "(Y/n)?", he mumbled tiredly, his brows furrowing in concern.

"Go back to sleep", you hushed him, attempting to leave as to not burden him further. His warm hand upon your own stilled your movements, your head snapping back to him.

You would have preserved the image you saw before you now forever, the air being pulled from your lungs at how beautiful his blue-teal gaze looked in the shining of the moon. It didn't take long for him to spy your tearful eyes, the friar suddenly moving to sit up in his concern. "You've been crying", he fussed. "What's wrong?".

"Carl, it's nothing—", you tried again to release yourself from his grip only for him to squeeze your hand. "Just leave me be". Despite your assurances, his mind was far too quick, already figuring out what ailed you. Carl knew that Gabriel suffered from terrifying nightmares. As his sister, it must've been only natural that you would have the same thing.

"Please", his voice remained steady, his thumb running over your hand. Your eyes met his own glistening with tears and clouded with shame, completely frozen under his gentle gaze. "It's alright", he consoled you. "I know what ails you and you needn't hide it from me". At his kind words, your head dipped away from his whilst hot tears began to leave your eyes. "Look at me, look at me". He coaxed your face gently with his spare hand, wiping at all the tears that fell without a care.

Your fingers wound around the ones that grasped your own, blinking furiously to dismiss the tears of frustration and embarrassment. "I was hoping that you would never see me like this", you wept, entirely ashamed at your lack of composure.

"(Y/n) Van Helsing has emotions, God help us all", he mused with a playful sarcasm, delighting in the small laugh that left you whilst your crying slowly ceased. He even noted that his usual timidness had also dissipated.

With his nimble fingers, he moved the strands of hair that hid your face behind your ears and smiled whilst removing the last of your tears from your face. His focus, that kindness. If only he knew how beautiful he was.

"That's better", Carl hummed with a sense of accomplishment. "Shall I fetch you some water?".

"No, don't trouble yourself", you insisted. "You've done more than enough, Carl. Thank you".

The blonde's lips parted, a kind smile dawning on his features. "You're most welcome". He thoughtfully noted the exhaustion apparent in your features, tugging on your hand to pull you back under the covers. "I think some rest will do us both some good".

"I don't want to sleep", you refused politely, a shudder passing through you at the very thought of another horrific dream.

"Rest doesn't necessarily imply sleep". Moving his pillows closer to your own, Carl invited you to resume your place now alongside him. "Just close your eyes and relax. I'll stay close".

However, it wasn't your pillows you chose to lie upon. You shifted in beside him, instead resting your head upon his chest. His whole form tensed for a few moments, shocked at your decision. But, a tender warmth seemed to consume him whilst your arms encircled him.

Every part of him felt at peace, wishing to savour the moment which would probably never come to pass again. His larger hands worked caresses and circles over your back and arms, content to listen to your rhythmic breaths.

"Tell anyone that I cried and I'll have you", you threatened jokingly, the friar taking to it with a laugh.

"Even if you looked beautiful all the same?". Carl's words had your head lifting from his chest in some form of disbelief. The affection radiating from his halflidded stare was enough to affirm the honesty of his words and speak many more to you.

His callouses brushed over the curve of your cheek, igniting goosebumps across your skin before the warmth of his lips reached your own in a firm, yet gentle touch.

Sharing a smile with the young fri, your head returned to rest upon his beating chest. Accidentally falling asleep in each other's arms some time during the night, you awoke surprised the following morning. For the first time ever, you didn't have any nightmares...

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Count Vladislaus Dracula

The usually quiet castle of Vladislaus Dracula was now encompassed with a thunderous, rhythmic beating. It instilled a sense of terror that usually went unfelt by the Vampire as the deafening sounds reached the unparalleled senses of his hearing. Something, everything was wrong.

For this sound wasn't any drum or song. It was your human heartbeat.

These cold halls were a safe haven for Dracula, always well guarded both in the day and night. And that fact was no exception to you, his cherished human bride.

Never had he heard your heart in such a fearful state, not since that night over three hundred years ago. The night you'd lost your life defending him against Gabriel Van Helsing.

The raven haired male almost shuddered at the thought of it, still remembering the sharp and hurtful details of your death all those hundreds of years ago.

Alike to this current evening, there was a storm baring a cold rain. The thunder cracked open the skies with a deafening ferocity whilst the battle between Dracula and his age-old enemy had ensued.

You had screamed, begged for Dracula's life to be spared, along with your heart which undoubtedly belonged to him.

Gabriel was in love with you at the time, just as much as the Count had been. Always sworn to his sense of duty above all else, Van Helsing had sympathised with your pleas, but refused. He'd insisted that the man you'd fallen for, who had a gentleness, a need to be loved, accepted and wanted, was 'evil'.

So, you took the final blow for him, leaping in between Gabriel's blade and Dracula. In doing so, you had given him the chance to strike down the hunter. However, he was far too late to save the one who truly mattered to him. You.

Whenever you had stood beside him, smiled, held his hand or looked into his gaze, there was never any fear in your eyes or heart. Only the warmth of unconditional love. And perhaps that was what stoked the fire in his soul all those years ago?

Dracula had spent the next few centuries after your untimely demise feeling lost and alone, trying to replace the hollowness within his soul to no avail. Until the fateful night you returned to him many months ago.

Following a whim and the prophetic and vivid dreams you'd had since you were a teen, you'd travelled from your home in London to Romania. It had taken many days and nights, following the whispers of your dreams, but you had found Frankenstein Castle.

It had been a task for Dracula not to crumble to his knees before you, to take you into his arms and immortalise you forever. No, he'd decided to wait out of respect and love for you to give him the words. It had surprised many, but Dracula refused to lose you a second time. The fates had given him a second chance that he would not take lightly.

Despite his confidence in his home, Dracula's sharp eyes travelled the halls for unseen threats that could pose a danger to you, but found nothing in his quick journey to your shared room.

Moving faster than the shadows, he had wasted no time in rushing in, still scanning the darkness of the room. His steps were silent as he strayed closer to where you slept, his usually hardened eyes now soft as they landed on you.

Releasing the human equivalent of a breath through his nostrils, Dracula was relieved to find you weren't harmed. However, the new-found concern he had was completely different from before.

You were gripping the covers with a grimace, your head swaying side to side every so often. Whimpers and quick breaths heaved through your throat as if you were running. It was the one other disadvantage of being human. Nightmares.

With a featherlight precision, the raven haired male sat on the bed beside you. The back of his stone cold hand pressed against your forehead, the skin hot and glistening with sweat. "Oh, My Dear", he murmured, his dark eyes reflecting the worry now blossoming within his very soul. He hadn't realised he had one in the first place, until he met you.

Bringing his hand to cup your cheek, he felt your pulse raging beneath your skin. "(Y/n)", he cooed, attempting to gently lull you from your unconsciousness. His soft touches brought you suddenly from your dreams, a gasp shooting from your throat when your eyes fluttered open. "You are safe, My Love", he hushed you. "I'm here, it's alright".

"Vlad", you huffed in your breathlessness, noting the soothing of his cool touch on your blistering skin. Sitting up, your hands wrapped around your lover's, his hands lifting yours to his lips. Slowly, he pressed cool and sensual touches to your delicate fingers, his brows drawing together when he spied your tearful gaze.

"What ails you, My Beloved?". His voice was calm and gentle like the seas of a nighttime, his larger hands clasping around your own to caress them consistently. One quirk that you discovered early on in your relationship was the fact that your husband loves to play with your fingers and hands, even to self-soothe his own worries. To make sure you were still here.

The crevice of your throat grew tight, your chest fluttering and stomach almost nauseous with the building up of your anxiety. Flashes of your dreams remained fresh within your mind.

You'd seen the Vatican Church in Rome. You'd seen the Priests conspiring with a dark and faceless stranger to kill your husband. Anna Valerious was also prominent in your dreams. It hadn't made sense to you. Not at first.

When you'd seen horrifying flashes of the night you'd perished 300 years ago, it had all come together. The stranger's face was revealed to you. Gabriel Van Helsing. Like yourself, back from the dead. You saw his boat, you saw his array of weapons. He was coming to Transylvania.

"We're in danger", your voice tremored, furthering the confusion and concern Dracula felt. "He's coming for us, Vlad".

"Who is, My Sweet?", his voice remained steady and soft, shifting closer to offer you more comfort from his presence.

"Van Helsing", you whispered, almost too fearful to even speak his name. The shock instantly hit Dracula's dark gaze, his whole form stiffening in a sense of alarm and fury.

"Gabriel is long dead", he attempted to console you with a smile, his callouses tracing over the smoothness of your cheekbone. "It was just a dream, nothing more".

"It wasn't, My Love", you mumbled, offering him a wistful glance with the shaking of your head. "My dreams spoke true".

Sadness clouded the eyes of your husband, knowing already that your dreams were never wrong. He'd only hoped they had been.

"Why can they not just leave us alone?!", he ground out from between his teeth with a sudden white fury. "Why must they scorn my very existence?! Can they not see that I am happy, leaving the world to its endless existence in peace??".

"Vlad, My Love", your voice instantly softened the rage boiling up within him, your hands reaching to cradle his face. His eyes were as tearful as your own, even now, managing the strength to offer you warmth in his smile as he looked upon you. "We speculated that this day may come, when we would be hunted again".

"I will not lose you", he spoke with absolute surity. "Not again. I will not allow him to take everything from me".

"And neither will I". His brows furrowed, silently asking for elaboration. "It's time, Vlad". At your words, his undead heart may have leapt into his throat in both excitement and delight.

"My Love, are you sure?? I am content to—".

"I will not let him rob me of a lifetime with you for a second time. Nor will I allow him to erase everything we have done. It will destroy you all over again".

Dracula only managed a few soft nods. For the first time in his existence, he would not be fighting alone, an unspoken promise lingering between you both. If he would be hellbound, then so shall you be.

Dipping his head, Vlad's lips took your own with a breathtaking softness, firm and sure of the strong tether between you both. Some part of him savoured the warmth of your blood lingering beneath the surface, knowing it would be the last he would feel of it.

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By the coming of the morning, you would be a creature of the night...

Hey readers!! ❤❤ I hope you all enjoyed this set of imagines!! As always, any and all feedback is welcome! So, please - let me know how I went in writing these characters and how to improve, if I can! If you wished to be added to my tagslist, check out my masterlist and let me know what you'd like to be tagged in!

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Gabriel Van Helsing With Vampire!Reader HCs

TW: Slight mentions of blood and death

Unfortunately, you both would start off as enemies.

Still though, who doesn't like a little bit of enemies to lovers, am I right?

The only way Gabriel would end up in a relationship with you if you were vegan [drinking the blood of animals] and/or saved his life somehow.

Being a monster hunter, he can sense evil and has the belief that monsters have no redemption. Especially since that's all he's experienced throughout his career.

If you save his life and genuinely wish to help him, he will keep you around but remain cautious.

With you accompanying him when he goes on hunting trips for the Vatican, he will start to become more open with you.

Speaking of the Vatican, he will never mention you. He knows that if they discovered you, they would order him to kill you.

Helping him defeat monsters with your vampire abilities will make him start to fall for you.

However, what completely sealed the deal was seeing your kindness towards children that thought you were gorgeous and coming up to you curiously.

Despite your kind being depicted in literature as being blood-thirsty demons that show no sympathy or remorse.

You helped him believe that monsters can still be human and have the ability of being good.

When he's finally comfortable around you and what he feels for you, he won't ask you out the normal way.

During an extremely difficult hunting, the monster managed to get the jump on him and disarm him.

While he was on the ground close to bleeding to death, you rescued him once again and quickly rushed over to help him.

While you're worryingly checking over his wounds, he practically grabbed you and pulled you into a kiss.

From then on, your relationship was sealed.

Gabriel is still a little apprehensive over your bat-form, but in time he would get used to it.

He still finds you extremely beautiful.

One time he lost his horse that you both shared and your bright idea was to simply carry him while you were in your bat-form.

He hates the rides, he's gripping your legs like a lifeline.

You honestly didn't like it either because while you may be a vampire, your partner was extremely heavy with all his layers and weapons.

The bright side was the yells he would let out when you would randomly grab him and fly to your next destination.

If the Vatican found out about you and ordered him to kill you, he would refuse.

You're the love of his life and it doesn't matter that you're a vampire.

He would threaten to leave the church and they would lose their best monster hunter and while it may have been a bluff, he threatened he would allow you to sink your teeth into them.

If something were to happen to him, he would allow you to turn him.

He couldn't imagine what he would do if he lost you and he can't imagine leaving you heartbroken if he died.

Therefore, he would make a sacrifice and let you change him.

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And I Will Live Forever

Vladislaus Dragulia x fem!reader

Part One

WC : 16.2K

SW : No usage of "Y/N," physical appearance and details are left completely ambiguous and are up to interpretation. Mentions of violence, canon-typical, this fic follows the chronological events of Van Helsing (2004). Everybody lives AU! because I am first and foremost fruity, and want to slum it with Dracula and his wives.

If there are any more warnings to be added let me know!

Story Notes :

For reader's bride dress, I imagine the "Melora White Maxi Dress And Collar" but with a very light blue gradient.

All sentences in this formatting are flashbacks from part one.

This is a re-post, all of my old accounts were deleted.

‘He was truly my dearest friend, albeit a little strange, I owed everything to him.’

You wait on the steps of the Monastery, seeing the horse approach from across the courtyard, your dearest friend, Gabriel - The Great Van Helsing - was returning from France today. He had been sent on a mission to capture and bring back Dr. Jekyll, alive. But word sent the day before his return showed that he would be returning empty handed. You walk down the stairs to greet him as he slows the horse and dismounts, “Gabriel!” arms tossed around his stiff body squeezing until he moves to return the sentiment. After you deem the hug long enough you let go, quirking an eyebrow at him, a slight frown overtakes your features, “You know how much trouble you’re in right?” You’re immediately met with a sigh and an eyeroll, Gabriel beginning to walk away.

“I don’t understand how you managed to mess this up, the Cardinal is extremely angry.” furiously pacing yourself to keep up with his long strides, the brim of his hat pulled low to hide any sort of expression upon his face. “Van Helsing are you even listening to me? The Cardinal is going to throw a-”

''I don’t give a damn what Jinette thinks, I got the job done didn’t I?” his tone unwavering and final, holding the door to the monastery open for you, following after. You decide not to answer as you walk through the glittering hall, making your way down to the confessional, standing in front of it as he enters. 

You waited outside the door, the conversation between Gabriel and Cardinal Jinette fading in and out with the fluctuation of their volume, the Cardinal remaining the loudest. You hated the way that Jinette spoke to him sometimes, Gabriel never failed to provide results, and had done everything in his power to fulfil every deed given to him by the church.  He was good at what he did, that was undeniable, but he was truly a good man at heart. 

He was the only reason you were allowed to stay within Vatican City, having shown up on the Ministry doorsteps only a few years after he did, you however were significantly younger when you did arrive. You’d been abandoned, living in the streets, when a rowdy group of men chased you all the way to the doors of the church. He had immediately come to your aid and ever since then he had somewhat taken on the role of the older sibling you never had, convincing his superiors to allow you to stay within the ancient building. He always had this air of guilt surrounding him whenever interacting with you, claiming that you reminded him of someone he once knew, but never explaining further than that. 

He taught you how to fight, how to defend yourself if the situation ever arose, he made you carry a small vial of holy water and a collapsible stake on your person at all times, telling you that you never know when you may need it. He was your only companion besides a friar named Carl, who was somewhat closer to your age, a madman when it came to inventing. 

Hearing the scrape of the sconce as the Cardinal opens the secret door, you slide into the booth next to Gabriel right before the metal gate slams into place, quietly taking your spot behind your friend as you begin the descent down into the order. You listen as the Cardinal gives the same spiel about being the last defence against evil, zoning out as you watch the monks move about the place. You snap back into focus at the sound of the projector whirring alive, Jinette giving Gabriel his newest assignment. “We need you to go to the east, to the far side of Romania. An accursed land, terrorised by all sorts of nightmarish creatures.” You watch Van Helsing's face go slightly pale as the image changes, an even more grim look taking over the one that usually resides upon his features, “Lorded over by a certain Count Dracula.” 

You slightly zone out once more as you study the painting, you can hear Gabriel speaking but are unaware of what it is he’s saying. You can’t help but feel a strange mixture of happiness and sadness take over your body as you look upon the man - The Count - in the image, you could swear to all that was holy that he looked familiar. Like you’d met him before. 

You’ve decided by what little of him you could see, that he was still undoubtedly handsome. Slightly taller than you, possibly 6-foot, dark hair, and shockingly blue eyes. 

You don’t notice the looks Gabriel throws your way, the realisation hitting him that you're lost at the sight of the photo. 

When the Cardinal changes the image projected, you rejoin the conversation, looking up to lock eyes with your friend, giving him a wary smile as you fight off the sudden emotional pit forming in your stomach. Listening as Jinette lists off members of this royal family, watching as Gabriel becomes starstruck at the sight of Princess Anna, giving him a smirk and a hard elbow to the ribs, him responding with a slight stomp onto your foot. 

You stop listening again when the insignia of his ring is mentioned, the pit returning to your stomach as you walk away to find Carl. You find the aforementioned man yelling at someone in a pedalling machine, gasping slightly as the person on said machine is electrocuted. “Carl what are you doing?” you’re met with a few mumbles of “Almost had it,” and “Maybe next time,” as Carl shuffles towards you, giving you a small pat on the arm and a crooked smile. He turns his attention to Gabriel as he approaches, automatically beginning his line of chastising and questioning. You follow as Carl begins putting things into a bag for him, Garlic, Holy Water, amongst some weapons. After he causes a viscous fluid to erupt into sparks upon the ground, you giggle as he turns with his inventors' goggles down, magnifying his eyes to a ridiculous level. He gives you a sour look, “the air is thick with envy” he says, rolling his eyes and walking away as you continue to giggle. 

He shuffles around to grab more weapons, going on about some substances that can emit light equivalent to the sun, telling Gabriel to use his imagination with it. “No Carl, I’m gonna use yours that’s why you’re coming with me.” “Oh hell be damned I am!” letting out a dramatic gasp as you clutch your chest, “Carl! You Cursed! Monks aren’t supposed to curse.” You watch as a smug grin takes over his face, leaning in close to you as if to tell a secret, “Well actually I’m still a friar, I can curse all I want. Damn it!” giving you a wink as he shuffles back to his original spot. 

“The Cardinal has ordered you to keep me alive as long as possible.” he continues, about to walk away before you grab his sleeve, “Wait, what about me? I want to come along as well.” You’re met with a stern look, the both of you completely ignoring Carl's mumbles about not being a field man as you follow Gabriel out of the Laboratory, “No, that’s entirely out of the question.” “Why not? I want to come to Transylvania, I’m always left behind when you go on missions. You know I get bored easily!” “You’re always left behind because you don’t have the training to go on missions, it’s highly dangerous-” You stop him once more, “You trained me Gabriel, remember?” cutting him off as he goes to respond, “You’d rather let a friar, who has no fighting experience what-so-ever join you versus someone who can actually hold their own?” Giving him the best pout you can, “Please Van Helsing, let me come with you.” applying a slight shake to the arm still in your grip. 

He doesn’t know what comes over him, whether it be the determined look in your eye or the idea that maybe he could use you as help if all went south, but with a strong reluctance coating his words, he agrees to let you come along. 

‘It was the longest trip of my life, a battle through storms and cold only to be put right in the face of death.’ 

You were tired, aching, surrounded by an angry mob when the first one swooped in from the sky. 

The woman, Princess Anna, yelled for everyone to run inside, to find shelter, as Van Helsing shot at the circling Vampires, while Carl was leaning against the wells’ edge, whimpering. You follow the woman as she takes off running - right after landing rather promiscuously on top of Gabriel - eventually shoving her down a cart as two out of the three vampires reach for you. 

You pant for breath as the sun comes out, everyone in the town coming out with it. You walk towards your friends, reaching for the stake sheathed at your side as a noise emits from the well. You scream as the sun goes back behind the clouds and the orange haired vampire bursts up, grabbing Anna by the shoulders. The black haired one not far behind her, not even looking at you as she grabs you and tosses you through the roof of one of the houses. 

You lay there for a moment, paralysed with pain and fear that overtakes your whole body. You snap to attention as the door in front of you bolts shut, muscle memory leads your hand down to your stake sheath, only to find your weapon missing, cursing as you realise you must have dropped it somewhere along being thrown into a building. You let out a sigh of relief when you see Anna, the woman dropping to your side to check on you. You’re about to let her know you’re okay when all of a sudden the orange-haired vampire lowers herself from the rafters of the house. 

You point up weakly, eyes going wide and letting out a yelp as Anna immediately stands and turns to come face to face with her. “Hello Anna” she hisses out, completely dropping and transforming into her regular facade. You do have to admit, she is rather pretty. “Nice to see you too Aleera,” words doused with Venom. You make a move to help her, but when a sharp pain shoots throughout your whole body as you lean forward, you have no choice but to flop back down to the ground. “Did I do something to you in a past life?” Anna backs up slowly, the Vampire, Aleera, following her every move. “Don’t play coy with me, princess,” somehow teleporting to be in front of Anna, “I know what lurks in your lusting heart.” “I hope you have a heart Aleera, because someday I’m going to drive a stake through it.” You watch with bated breath as Aleera literally smacks Anna out of the window, then turns to gaze down upon you. 

She tilts her head at you, studying for a moment. A look that almost resembles recognition passes her features before she dives out the window after Anna. “Fuck.” you murmur, beginning to wiggle your limbs as you try to fight off the searing pain travelling through your body. When you’re able to move once more, you make your way out of the house, down the stairs and through the door, like a perfectly sane person, grabbing a large shard of glass from outside, watching as Anna bursts into another home. 

You weakly run, limping every step, attempting to follow her in case she needed what little assistance you could provide in your current state. Bursting into the house to see the two Vampires over her, mouths gaping open, fangs sharp and extended, their faces taking on slightly demonic forms. You watch as they suddenly scream, twisting and writhing as they turn back into their winged counterparts, flying out of the house.

You offer her a hand, no words passed between the two of you, only pained smiles and grateful expressions, lifting her up as the adrenaline leaves your body, limping out into the street with her. Walking towards the church where your friends sit on its steps, you pass by Gabriels’ hat, turning and grabbing it for him, gently brushing some of the dirt and snow off of it. Bringing it to him and sitting down, you’re met with concerning remarks from both him and Carl, hell, you’d be concerned too if you also saw your friend be thrown into a roof from 40 feet in the air, but you were just too tired to form any words. Letting your head thump back against one of the top steps as an angry crowd of Translyvanians forms around you. 

You’re thankful when Anna jumps to your defence, the revealing of Van Helsings’ identity forces the crowd to back off. You raise your head at the mention of a drink and somewhere to stay, muttering a ‘yes please’ before you slump back against the stairs. Feeling arms come around both your sides, both Carl and Gabriel help hoist you up, supporting your weight as you begin your trek to where Anna was staying, at the old Governors’ house. 

You can’t help the strange sense that washes over you at the sight of the building. 

“But soon, the final battle will begin, I must go and find out who our new visitor is.”

‘It was a restless night, full of aches. Visions of you and a man dancing through your head, along with visions of great pain and sorrow.’

‘Don’t do this Gabriel… Please let go of my wife.’

You could hear screaming, a woman falling through a window. Great agonising pain filling your senses ; grief, sadness, anger, all equally coursing through your veins. 

‘I’m sorry… But you broke the oath.’

Flashes of a happy couple pass through your mind, ending as you turn to be stabbed through the heart by Gabriel-

Shooting up with a gasp, feeling every bone in your body protest at such movement. You take heaving, gulping breaths, the fear seizing your muscles making it hard to intake oxygen. You can feel sweat running off you in rivulets as you try to equal out your heartbeat. What did you just see? This hadn’t been the first dream you’d had of this scenario, with Gabriel killing you, you’d had a dream eerily similar to this one when you first met him all those years ago, except in that one you were the woman falling through the window. 

Bringing up a hand to wipe absentmindedly at your forehead, trying to cease what you assume is a river of sweat. It’s only when your hand comes back covered in a fluid that’s smelling and stringing to your skin, it’s within that moment when you’re able to register the low growling do you look up, and come eye to eye with a werewolf. 

It pounces the second you look at it, giving you only a moment to roll out of the bed and scream as loud as you can. Dodging as best you can as the creature lays havoc to the room you’re in, ducking for cover as leaps for you, watching it crash through the window. You turn as your room door is opened, Gabriel looking in with features clouded by fear. He calls your name, coming around to rest his hands upon your shoulders, “What happened?” “Werewolf,” a shaky hand coming to point towards the shattered window, “Went that way.” Grabbing you by the shoulders he directs you to a ripped up armchair sitting in the corner of the room, sitting you down and handing you your stake, huh, where did he find that? “Stay here, I’ll be back soon.” 

You don’t stay, waiting a few moments after he’s left to get up. It’s only when yelling and crashing resonates from downstairs do you hurry your pace. You arrive at the sight of Gabriel running out of the estate and Anna standing in a catatonic state, staring off in his direction. Disregarding the broken window, you already have a feeling of what broke it to begin with, you turn to Anna, gently grasping her elbows and directing her attention to you. 

“Anna? What happened?” lifting one hand up to her neck, gently tilting her head from side to side, looking for any signs of pain or damage. “Are you alright? Did it hurt you?” That seems to do the trick as her glossy eyes fill with more tears, finally spilling over as she looks at you, “My brother. It’s my brother.” You say nothing, cooing slightly as her tears fall faster, pulling her into a hug. “He’s going to kill him.” Words murmured into your shoulder. “Who’s going to kill who, Anna?” “Van Helsings’ going to try and kill my brother.'' And with those words she takes off out the door. 

You grab a pile of fabric off the back of a nearby chair, knowing that the cold would be too severe for what Anna, and yourself, were currently wearing. You saddle up the horse you came into town on, going off in the direction of several sets of footprints. When you approach where Anna and Van Helsing stand in the graveyard you catch the remnants of what was undoubtedly a heated conversation. “He has taken everything from me. Leaving me alone in this world.”  You quietly dismount, grabbing the blanket you brought and throwing part of it over Annas’ shoulders, slightly startling her with your sudden presence. You say nothing as you resume your previous embrace with her, watching as Anna all but crumbles into the affection. 

“To have the memories of those you have loved and lost is perhaps harder than to have no memories at all.” his words spoken with a guilty glance towards you, an unexplainable rage filling you at the idea of whatever he could possibly be implying. “Alright, we’ll look for your brother.”

“It was obvious that Van Helsing was wary of this man, but when he turned to me I felt no fear. He looked at me in what could only be sheer reverence, and I felt my mind settle.’

The Castle was looming, with electricity zapping to and fro from the top tower. Hanging behind as to give Anna and Gabriel some time to talk. If the fate of Anna's family wasn’t at stake you would take the time to poke at his lovesick behaviour, but until everything was over you held your remarks at bay. 

Entering the dusty manor, pushing cobwebs out of your way, the three of you make your way into a room filled to the brim with sacks hanging from the ceiling, reminding you of very slimy chrysalides. “Have you ever seen these things before?” you aim your question towards either of your company. “No. What do you think they are?” Both of you turn to Gabriel, “Offspring.” “What?” spoken at the same time. “A man with three gorgeous women for 400 years-” “Yes, vampires are the walking dead, it only makes sense their children are born dead.”

Pushing your way through to reveal a grand hall filled with even more of the pods, electricity crackling down the hall and into the room you are in. Watching as the pods begin to pulse and wiggle. “Van Helsing don’t-” exclaiming in exaggerated disgust as he sticks his hand into the sack, throwing the slime substance out of his way. 

“So this is what you get when Vampires mate-” not given the time to finish his sentence as it comes to life, both you and Anna screaming out in disgust. Another blast of electricity barrels through the room, bringing with it a shiver up your spin and the jolt of a static shock. The three of you run as they begin to drop from the ceiling, faintly aware of voices coming from somewhere above you.

Despite Annas’ pleas, you watch as Gabriel exits out of your covered spot, entering the desolate hall once again to begin shooting at the vampiric offspring still flying around the room. He looks up somewhere in the room, a slightly smug look upon his face, “Now that I have your attention.” A giant winged creature falls from the sky and begins to pursue your friend. The gust of air it brings knocks over decorations, items falling all around you. You don’t even register Anna rushing up the stairs behind you, nor the beam and chandelier falling after her, blocking anyone from following. You do, however, register the doors at the end of the hall slamming closed, locking you in here with Van Helsing and the creature. 

Crouching down next to some crates, watching as the creature swoops down, turning into a man. Turning into the Count from the Cardinals’ slideshow. “I can tell the character of a man by the sound of his heartbeat.” A deep accented voice lilting, “Usually when I approach,” clapping his hands together in a slightly off-rhythm staccato, “I can almost dance to the beat. Strange that yours is so steady.”  Hands ending their sporadic clap as he continues to walk forward, all noise ceasing except for crackling of electricity.

When Gabriel drops down and stabs the man you can’t help the sadness that fills you. A strange sense taking over you, making you want to walk over and kill your best friend where he stands. “Requistat in pace” words uttered with an arrogance. You stand up, beginning to make your way towards them, “Hello Gabriel,” freezing in your steps. Did he know this man?

“Is this your silver stake?” pulling it out of his chest and tossing it over his shoulder. “How long has it been, 3- 400 years? You don’t remember, do you?” “What exactly is it I should be remembering?” The two of them begin to slowly circle around one another, “You are the Great Van Helsing! Trained by monks and mullahs from Tibet to Istanbul, protected by Rome herself! But like me, hunted by all others.” 

“The Knights of the Holy Order know all about you, It’s no surprise you would know about me.” “Yes but it’s much more than this” the man laughs as he takes a step towards Van Helsing, the two coming full circle. “We have such history, You and I, Gabriel. Have you ever wondered why you have such horrible nightmares, horrific scenes of ancient battles past. Horrific scenes of betrayal? Would you like for me to refresh your memory a little, a few details from your sordid past?” You shuffle slightly, the heel of your boot scraping across a loose tile in the floor, drawing the attention of both Gabriel and the Count. 

He gazes in disbelief. Freezing for a few moments before taking delicate, hesitant, steps towards you. You knew that you should probably flee, run for cover or to your friend, but instead you stayed put, Standing your ground as he approached you. He walks until the two of you almost stand toe-to-toe. An ungloved hand reaches out towards you and you can’t help the flinch that runs through your body, heart rate picking up in fear. He looks pained at your cower, hand still moving to brush lightly against your jaw, freezing cold fingers solidify his true nature to you.

 “Do not fear me.” 

‘I hope you’ve learned by now that I mean you no harm.’

Words spoken in such a hushed whisper that only you could hear with your proximity. And for some strange reason, you find yourself calming at his words, the fear leaving your still shellshocked system, heart rate slowing. You pay no attention to your friend who’s currently sneaking up behind the man, completely enraptured by the Count. 

He mutters something that you can't quite catch, his hand beginning to drift down your neck, brushing against the necklace round your neck. He picks up the chain and lets it run through his fingers, getting steadily closer to the ring that resides on the end of it. A small silver wedding band that never seemed to tarnish rested along the chain, you had no idea where you had gotten it, it had been in your possession for what seemed forever. It was obviously valuable and you could never seem to part with it, in fear of it one day sliding off your finger during your work you ran it onto a bare chain, deciding to wear it as a necklace. 

Before he can reach the ring at the end of the chain the sound of something clicking into place takes the attention of both of you, him whipping around to grab the silver crucifix Gabriel thrusts into his face, screaming in pain as he makes contact with the holy item. Jumping away as the crucifix bursts into flames within his hand, beginning to melt. He tosses the remains of it away, regaining his composure at a lightning rate. 

“Perhaps that is a conversation for another time.” He takes a few steps back, walking a few feet past you. “Allow me to reintroduce myself, I am Count Vladislaus Dragulia. Born 1422, Murdered 1462.” 

‘Vlad’ rings through your head, the memory of glass shattering and screaming echoing through your mind. You don’t realise that the screaming has become real, Van Helsing grabs your hand and pulls you away with him, still in a dissociative state you don’t realise what’s happened until you both make your escape through a dumbwaiter. 

The two of you make your way to the roof, running into a frantic Anna. “I think we’ve overstayed our welcome.” Words rushed to you and her, Gabriel grabbing one arm each and launching off a line, extending all the way over the rushing river below, to the nearby mountain. The three of you speed off, almost making it halfway across before the line suddenly shakes. The werewolf from the house, Anna’s brother, suddenly hitches a ride on the back, sliding a bit before one of its claws slices the line in half, taking you and the half closest to the Castle, down.

You can’t help the deja vu that washes over you as you fall, the freezing cold river below you. The sound of Van Helsing and Anna screaming for you is drowned out by your own. 

You can faintly see the outline of someone looking over the edge of the castle railing, a yell of ‘no’ reaching your ears. The person disappears from the edge, only for a winged beast to take their place and jump from the roof. ‘It’s the Count’ you realise somewhere in your mind, closing your eyes in what could only be described as… relief? Even though your heart was beating out of your chest, deep down you knew you’d be alright. The wind is bitterly cold, nipping at your back, whistling in your ears. 

Until suddenly it’s not. 

Your body smacks into the water, cold overtaking all your senses as your body freezes. You can faintly feel yourself moving, arms weakly flailing to break the surface of the water to no avail. The current of the roaring river continuously pulls you under, giving you no chance to save yourself.

Right before you pass out from either shock or adrenaline you’re faintly aware of being pulled from the water and into the air. You’re held against something much larger than you are. One minute you’re plummeting, falling down and then sinking to your untimely demise and then the next you’re going up, soaring through the air. 

And with that, you pass out. 

~~~

You drift in and out of consciousness. You can remember being placed in front of a hearth, someone’s lap laid under your head, rough fingers running through your hair. Then three sets of hands and whispering voices, belonging to whom you believe were women, placing and pulling different layers of clothes upon you. You heard conversations about a creature and tracking it down, followed by being picked up by something much larger than you, a hood being pulled over your head, and the flap of great wings. 

When you fully wake, it’s to the feeling of flying. Slowly blinking your eyes you try to adjust to the darkness. You realise you’re being carried by a large creature. Pointed ears, flat-bridged nose, and a maw that contained razor sharp teeth. Its wingspan had to spread to at least 15 feet or greater, and had to be at least 12 feet tall. And you realise that it oddly resembles a bat. 

You hadn’t realised it was looking at you. Too busy in your observative reverie to notice the slitted dark grey eyes that had snapped your way. The large bat lets out a strange rumble when you make eye contact with it, beginning its descent. You’re laid down on what you assume is grass, watching as the creature soars back into the sky, transforming midair. That’s when you remember the last few hours of your life; officially meeting The Count, and all the strange emotions that came with the introduction, all of the rage, anguish, and nostalgia. And the fact that he had saved you, throwing himself off the top of the castle to rescue you from the river. 

He drops back down to the ground with a certain grace and elegance to his actions, slightly bowing with a hand outstretched for theatrics. If you didn’t know any better you’d say he was doing it to lighten the air, immediately throwing you a smile and small chuckle as he does it. You can’t help the smile that overtakes your face as well, accepting the hand he offers you, pulling you off the ground. Finally taking in your surroundings, you realise you’re standing in front of a semi-dilapidated building. It looks to be a small fortress of sorts, surrounded by mountains on either side, along with the faint sound of a rushing river a great distance below you. 

“Where are we?” words muttered, turning to gaze at him. 

“Poenari.” 

‘He can lie and claim to be a hollow man all he wants. But when I finally realised who he was and what he meant to me, I could see the pure emotion overtake his face, and for once I swore I could hear a heartbeat that wasn’t my own.’

The two of you walked silently through the building. 

The dank remnants of the castle smelled foul; stagnant. The place reeked of death and sorrow, everything was covered in thick layers of dust. The Count walked quietly behind you, offering no explanation as to why you were here. Walking aimlessly through the corridors, footsteps echoing all around as you turn a corner, a loud gasp ripping its way out of the back of your throat. 

The hallway leading to a set of winding stairs was the embodiment of death. Dried blood and half decomposed skeletons line the path,  the stale smell of decomposition lingering in the air. You hadn’t realised you’d stopped until a hand placed itself upon the small of your back, gently pushing you forward. You observe the destruction around you, noticing baskets of mouldy, moth-eaten linens, and cleaning supplies next to some of the skeletons. “Servants.” rings out Dracula’s voice behind you, his hand still upon your back. Coming towards the end of the hall, right before the stairwell, you notice a bare spot. There was dried blood in an outline that shows it obviously pooled from someone’s body, but there was a lack of a skeleton, or any sign that one had been there, at least. “What happened to that one?” pointing down at the spot on the floor. “Agnes was buried.” is all he offers. 

You kept Agnes with you, after all she’d been one of your closest confidants since your mother had died.

He nudges you up the stairs, guiding you through the dark. At the very top of the stairs was a thick wooden door in the middle of a small hallway. At the end of a hallway was a painting. Unlike everything else in this place the painting was spotless. It looked brand new, not a speck of dust on it, like it had been visited often. 

That’s not what captured your attention though. What captured it was that the painting was a portrait of a man and woman. Happy, smiling, loving,

And they looked just like the two of you. 

You step forward, shoes lining up in the dust-free imprint of feet much larger than yours; a well-worn spot. Reaching a hand out, fingers gliding across the woman in the painting, your other hand coming up to brush against your own features. Same hair colour, texture, same eyes, same birthmarks and scars. Her hands crossed gently across her lap, upon her ring finger lay the ring you wear around your neck. 

Gasping, taking a stumbling step back, you whip around to face him. You can feel your heartbeat pick up, confusion and fear starting to take over. “Why-” breath uneven, “Why did you bring me here? What is this place?”

He brings a hand up to the door, pushing it open and stepping back, a slight sweeping gesture to show you go in first. 

“Our home.”

Entering the room, you’re met with what you assume was once a very luxurious room. A dilapidated four-poster bed sits in the middle of the wall that the door is on. The room is stagnant like the rest of the place, but like the painting, free of dust. There’s a dresser, a writing desk, and a gap, from floor to ceiling, jagged shards of glass still remaining around the frame of what was once a window. Torn, mouldy, moth-ridden curtains billow in the light breeze, the stone floor is covered in moss and mould, years of rain pouring in through the opening had made it so. 

In the middle of the room is a dark stain on the floor, a trail trickling from the window to it. You don’t want to believe it’s blood, the colour of it is black, too dark to resemble that which was under the skeletons in the hall, but you know. You know that it’s blood and whatever left the puddle wasn’t human. At the thought you cast a glance over your shoulder to the man who brought you here to begin with, he stands in the doorway, and goes no further than that. You take a step towards the gaping hole in the wall, mindful of any shards of glass on the floor.

You can hear the churning of fast moving water, you can hear the wind whipping in the wind, and as you bend slightly to look out, you can hear screaming. 

“Who are you?” 

“Who I am is of no importance at the moment,” 

“Well everything was lined up perfectly, but now, the Voivode has added a new term to the treaty. Your hand in marriage.” 

“I hope you’ve learned by now that I mean you no harm.” 

‘He always treated you with a gentle hand, was never harsh, never cruel, and he never-ever raised his voice. You were his wife, and you should never need to fear him’

You failed to notice the dark figure in the corner of your room.

 “Don’t do this Gabriel,” “Please let go of my wife.” 

And with that, he pushes you out the window.  

And then everything went dark. 

You stumble violently away from the window, knees collapsing under your own weight. A firm presence makes itself known behind you, an arm wrapping around your waist, holding you up. Your vision is spotty, head pounding with this newfound knowledge of a past life and your eyes well with tears. You tilt your head up, making immediate eye contact with the man holding you. Your voice comes out scratchy and choked, “Vlad?” as the tears begin to spill out of your eyes. Vlad gives a pained smile as he turns you around and pulls your body towards his. 

The embrace is emotional as you reduce down to nothing but shaky limbs and heart-wrenching sobs. He holds you strongly, there’s not an inch of his body that doesn’t touch yours, and you could swear that in that moment, you could feel another heartbeat alongside yours. 

The sound of sizzling breaks you away from the hug, looking up in time to see a singular tear make its trek down his cheek, burning the skin it slides down. You quickly bring up your hand, sleeve pulled around your fist to dry it before it causes anymore damage. As you make a move to bring your hand back down he moves quick as lightning to hold it to his face, head tilting to place a delicate kiss upon the skin of your palm. “I missed you,” the words are soft, your throat still scratchy. “Not as much as I missed you, my darling” and with that, he kisses you. 

The kiss is soft, yet powerful. With the force of almost 200 years worth of lost time fueling it. Vlad pulls you even closer, if it were possible. You can still hear the light sizzling where tears are undoubtedly still falling from his eyes. His lips are as soft as you remember, his movements still the same as well. The only difference was his temperature, a constant reminder that you were no longer the same. 

A reminder of the reason you were in Transylvania to begin with. 

Before you can say anything, Vlad pulls away from you. His left hand continues to hold you firm at the waist while his right moves from your cheek to smooth over the top of your hair, coming to a stop at the nape of your neck, cradling your head. There’s a furrow in his brows as his eyes flit across your face, “What is wrong my darling? Why does your heart panic so?” you close your eyes and gently shake your head.

“What about Gabriel, Vlad?” 

“What about him?”

“The only reason we’ve come to Transylvania is so he can kill you, Vlad. He’s vindictive and will not stop until he sees you turn to ash before his feet. Oh this is all my fault,-” 

“Do not say these things.” His right hand tilting your head to look at him, “How is any of it your fault, my darling? Fate is not your fault. You were meant to come back to me one day, and now you have.” A delicate kiss placed upon your forehead, “And as for Gabriel. I will handle him myself. Now come, we have somewhere to be.” Taking your hand and gently pulling you back the way you came. 

When you make it outside, there's three women dressed in lavish silks, gossamer, and fine jewellery. You find yourself subconsciously clutching his hand harder when the three women outstretch their arms and move towards you. There’s almost an ethereal echoing coming from somewhere as the women surround you, cooing their praises. Delicate hands with thin, claw-like fingers move across you. One hand pats your hair, another down your arm, with a ghosting touch on your back. The women skit around, their movements are graceful, like a dance of sorts, and you find yourself in a trance like state. 

“Oh Master,” says the red-headed one, who you recognize as the one Anna called Aleera, “She’s just as perfect as you said.” You find yourself blushing at the statement and the attention that’s being showered upon you. Two cold hands scoop up your face to bring you directly in front of the long black haired one, “You are absolutely stunning, my dear.” “Thank you” whispered quietly, your face practically engulfed in flames. 

Casting a glance towards Vlad only to find he’s already looking at you, a gentle smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. The women stop their parade of affection with a singular lift of Vlad’s hand. “Have you taken care of what you needed to?” His voice echoing out with a seriousness to it as he reaches his hand out towards you. “They tricked us with the carriages, master, and escaped with the monster.” You can see the second that the anger forms in his eyes so you pull yourself away from the women to walk towards him, taking his hand and rubbing your thumb upon the back of his knuckles in hopes to sooth him. Your efforts work as he tilts to look down at you, a soft smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. 

“No matter. Van Helsing is heading straight for Budapest anyways. Aleera I want you to go and follow them, Verona you go with her.” and with a gesture of his hand the two turn into their other forms and fly off into the night, leaving just Vlad, yourself, and the black-haired woman. “Marishka, take my darling and get her ready for tomorrow evening.” You hear a quiet ‘yes master’ as Vlad places a small kiss in the middle of your forehead, before releasing you to a now winged Marishka. “Don’t worry my darling, Marishka is a gentle flyer.” And with that you’re lifted into the air. 

~~~

You’re at a glorious castle in Budapest, a summer home, you remember Verona briefly telling you when her and Aleera finally catch back up. She works quietly and carefully to do your hair while you sit in front of the vanity, slightly nerved by the fact that you wouldn’t even be able to tell she was there if it wasn’t for her brushing and pinning your hair, the lack of a reflection startling. She makes small and polite conversation with you, including an apology for throwing you earlier in the town, as she admitted to not looking to see whom she had grabbed before she picked you up. 

“We are truly very excited to have you within our presence, for many years we have all heard stories of you, the heartbreak Dracula felt at the loss of you and your child never truly went away, no matter how we tried to quell it.” Her accented voice lulls quietly through the dim candle-lit room, and you're briefly hit with a burst of guilt and sadness at the idea of them trying to do everything they could to make Vlad feel better, only for him to rebuff their attempts. You can’t help but offer her an apology.

 “What for, my dear? You are here now and that’s all that matters, everything is as it should be.” and with that she finishes your hair, which has been gently pinned to your head, curls looking defined. Before you could say anything else she walks away as the two other brides enter the room. Aleera is the first to reach you, lithe fingers gliding down both sides of your neck as her cold hands come to lay delicately upon your shoulders. “You look magnificent,” words cooed to you, “truly stunning.” Finishes off Marishka, taking a seat next to you on the bench as she leans forward to reach for the jewellery. 

You hear the shuffling of feet, what you assume to be Verona returning from wherever she had gone. When Marishka is finished clipping in earrings for you, you turn your head to find Verona holding a light blue dress in a style much like that of her and the others dresses. It’s complete with gossamer sleeving that opens up around your wrist and trails all the way down to the floor, a form-fitting partially transparent torso and a loose skirt made of a layered sheer chiffon material. “And now for the final touch.”

~~~

You look and feel like a true goddess as the girls lead you down a hall, you’re conscientiously aware of the ethereal echoing that has returned as they giggle while taking you down to the ballroom. The music grows louder and louder as you approach a large set of double doors, half of a masquerade mask is quickly slipped onto your face as the doors are open and you’re thrust into the room. 

There’s hundreds of people in the room, ranging of all ages as you spot children up in the rafters. There’s people dancing, people performing on silks and with fire, and so many other things that it makes it hard to take in the grandeur of the room all at once. You’re aware of how you must look to all the others, jaw dropped and head constantly turning to take in your surroundings. When you turn your head to look back in front of you, you’re met with the sight of Vlad. He’s in his usual clothing, just with a gold cloak tied around his neck, a mask the same chromatic colour to match, with his hand outstretched towards you. 

You wordlessly take his hand and allow him to pull you closer, his hands gently begin roaming, one hand quickly lifting the mask to take in your features before dropping it back down to rest on your face. “You look absolutely stunning, my darling.” A cold kiss pressed upon your lips, “May I have the privilege of dancing with you?” Eyes boring into your own, he quirks up the corner of his lips into an ever arrogant smirk. “Why yes you may.” Words whispered towards him quietly, acutely aware of all the eyes that are upon the two of you. 

Vlad takes your hand and leads you to the spot directly in front of the platform in which a veiled woman stands upon. The rest of the guests clap as whatever piece of music is being played comes to an end, partners taking their places on the dancefloor. You quickly grab Vlad’s arm as a sudden realisation hits you, “Wait, Vlad, I can’t dance.” eyes wide with fear at the notion of making yourself look like a fool in front of all these refined people. He turns to you with a somewhat reassuring smile on his face, “Don’t worry my darling, you’ve danced this dance many times before. You know what to do.” A look of sheer disbelief covers your features, you open your mouth to throw a sly retort back to him but are promptly cut off as the woman on the stage begins a beautiful aria. He lifts your hand up delicately before softly spinning you outwards. All of a sudden you throw your arm out in a slow and graceful manner, the steps of the dance flooding back into your mind. When you spin back towards him there’s a certain look of, I told you so, overtaking his face, as he grabs your waist and pulls you towards him firmly.

He takes off his mask, then your own, before placing a kiss upon your lips. “I told you that you knew it.” as you both fall back into step with the others, “Of course,” smiling at him softly, “How could I ever forget the steps to the music of our first dance as husband and wife?” A puzzled look quickly takes place upon your face, “Is that the same singer?” question asked as you look back and forth between the veiled woman and Vlad. “You’ll find that many of the faces in this room, once unmasked, will appear very familiar to you.” He spins you until your back is to his front, subconsciously tilting your head to the side, exposing your neck for Vlad to place a cold kiss directly over your pulse point. 

The tempo of the music picks up and you, on instinct, fall into a faster spin with Vlad. He dips you in front of a mirror, eyes snapping over to look at your reflection, the way it appears that you’re floating, Vlad nowhere to be found, none of the other guests can be seen either. You come to the sudden realisation that you’re a mere mortal in a room with hundreds of vampires, your mind begins slipping, remembering the fact that you’ve been choosing to ignore to instead relish in your past; Vlad is dead.

An undead creature who never grows old, who feeds on other humans, you realise how temporary your situation with him is in comparison to the rest of his life. This one minute moment in a sea of others that are sure to come, and all of a sudden, your life pales in comparison. You can feel your stomach turning with the sudden acknowledgement, a wave of nausea hitting you. As if he can sense where your thoughts are going he quickly scoops you back up, continuing the dance. “It’s alright my darling,” the hand upon your back quickly sweeping up and down in a soothing gesture. “There’s no need to fear, nothing is going to happen to you, everything is going to be alright.” He stares into your eyes, his own translating the sincerity of his words. 

You feel yourself relax with the reassurance, head coming to rest just under his own, your eyes closing as you gently press your face into his chest. “What’s going to happen to me?” you don’t feel the need to elaborate, as you’re sure Vlad already knows what you’re asking. “Nothing that you don’t want. If you choose, it will be one brief moment of pain, and we can be together forever.” You pull your head away from him, your eyes still closed as he dips you once more, his hand skating up the front of your dress to rest upon your neck. “What if I choose yes?” “Then it would be my honour, my love.” A deep breath taken in, then he screams, dropping you in a blaze of fire as the cape he’s wearing begins to burn. 

You stand up quickly, worriedly making your way towards him before you’re swept off the ground. All the air is knocked out of your lungs as you tumble onto a balcony, slamming straight into a door. Disoriented, you can make out someone saying your name and shaking your shoulders. “Wake up!” You gaze confused into the eyes of Gabriel, as you hear a voice from down below. 

“Gabriel…” his voice is even, words spoken slowly. “Oh Gabriel…” you stagger towards the bannister in time to see Vlad step into the middle of the room, the cloak that he was previously wearing off to the side in a smouldering pile. All the guests have cleared a wide berth for Vlad as he stops and gazes upwards, a certain fear emanating from them. “Oh Gabriel, welcome to my summer palace.” A smirk thrown up towards him before he turns his eyes towards you, giving you a subtle nod as Igor bursts into the room with the Frankenstein monster in tow, screaming his revenge. 

“Now that everything… is as it should be… Ladies and Gentlemen, I give to you; Van Helsing!” The hundreds of vampires in the room unmask themselves, faces morphing into their sinister counterparts. The sound of screaming and screeching fills the room as you cover your ears, eyes cinching shut. Gabriel takes this as his moment to wrap an arm around you, pulling you away. You protest, squirming in an attempt to get out of his grip, which only causes him to hold you tighter and lift you off your feet. 

He burst through the door that you ran into, where you’re met with Anna right next to the door and Carl at the end of the hall next to a stained glass window. Passing Anna she grabs your arm, beginning to pick up speed with Van Helsing, causing you to squirm more, “Gabriel put me down!” But the protests fall on deaf ears. He strides with purpose towards Carl, a walk turning into a run. “O-Oh where are we going?” Carl stutters, dropping a device onto the floor, “Out the window!” and before either you nor Carl can protest, you shatter the probably thousand year old stained glass as you jump through. 

As you drop towards yet another river, a light equivalent to the sun fills up the entire palace, shattering all the other windows. The only thing you can think to do as you hurl through the air is to scream for Vlad, worried that he was caught in the blast of light, and then you once more drop into water. 

As you resurface you can hear the echoing of screams in the aether, your head continuously goes up and down as you struggle to get your bearings and to reorient yourself. Once you come up for good you take gasping breaths. Gabriel floats next to you, panting for breath with a certain ecstatic look upon his face, “Carl, you're a genius!” “Yes, a genius with access to unstable chemicals.” 

You watch as a boat with Igor, the Frankenstein Monster, and a few other strange looking creatures depart from the port, Van Helsing furiously swimming towards him, Carl and Anna following after. But you remain still. You can’t help but allow yourself to be consumed by the water for a moment, dropping back beneath the rippling current. The water is cold, all consuming, sending a shiver down your spine. You open your eyes, gazing up to see the moonlight cutting through the water and shining down to where you float. You watch the bones and remains of the vampires sink down to the bottom of the moat, the realisation that Vlad or any of the brides could be amongst them fill you with such an overpowering sense of loss. You clench your eyes shut and with the last little bits of breath in your lungs you scream. The air bubbles out of your mouth, floating upwards, you follow them, still screaming when you break the surface. 

The scream gains the attention of Gabriel, Anna, and Carl, who now hold onto a portcullis that had come down from the castle. Your voice gives out, eyes going blurry with tears, choked sobs making their way past your lips. You hear Anna call your name in a worried tone, beginning to make her way over to you. “Stay away,” voice so quiet that no one should have heard it, but Gabriel gives a sharp “Why?” You lift your head up to look at him, trying to blink the rain and tears out of your eyes. You’re about to say something but you see the half-circular red mark that had welted and scabbed over peeking out of his partially unbuttoned shirt. You’d recognize that mark anywhere. Years of pouring over all the books on the supernatural that you could find in the Abbey, hearing stories from Carl about the creation of monsters. 

Van Helsing had been bitten by a werewolf. 

Sensing your gaze upon the mark he places his hand over it. You continue to stare at him, not saying a word as Anna reaches you to place a comforting hand upon your shoulder. You hear her quietly ask what's wrong, turning to look at her, you see an abundance of understanding and hesitancy in her eyes. Could she know? Know that you felt your allegiances slipping to the other side? It was certain that Van Helsing knew, given by the anger in his eyes. 

You open your mouth to say something when the echoing sound of laughter comes through the air. You’d recognize that laugh anywhere. Three light shadows move through the sky, followed by one large dark shadow. You gasp as all 4 come swooping down towards the water, edges of wings slicing across the surface sending sprays arcing into the air. You watch as Carl and Van Helsing duck, Anna following their actions as well, her hand that was still on your arm tries to pull you down with her but before she can Vlad follows behind his brides, swooping down towards the water and plucking you from the surface. 

He makes a sharp turn upwards almost grazing the portcullis before flying higher and higher into the sky. He then straightens back out as you hang below him, Vlad holding onto you under your armpits as Aleera slows down to allow him to pass her before she places herself directly in front of you. You turn your head to look at her, noticing the ball of dark fabric within her arms. Watching as she unfurls it to reveal a cloak, placing the hood on top of your head before fastening it in place just below your collarbones. When it’s on you she gives a sharp grin before letting out another laugh and speeding up to resume her spot with Verona and Marishka. The wind whips at your back, causing the cloak to wrap around your front, you feel yourself being pulled up and jostled around until you’re almost in a position that resembles a bridal carry. Vlad uses one hand to pull the cloak all the way around your body, nestling you against him. You pull the hood further over your head before wrapping your arms into the cloak, balling it into your fists to hold onto the fabric, you turn your head until the wind is at the back of it, and at no risk of blowing the hood off. 

You shiver from the cold of your wet clothes, from the cold of the rain that is still falling, and from the wind that gets stronger from how fast you’re going through the air, the shivering leads to you being pulled impossibly closer to the creature that carries you, looking up to find sharp eyes already upon you, bat ears swivelling back and forth, listening for any signs of danger or discomfort. You can’t really read his expression, not in this form anyways. 

“How is it that I always end up falling from dangerous heights into water?” giving a half-hearted smile to convey that you’re telling a joke, and that you’ll be okay. You’re not given a verbal response, just a deep chuckle and the slight digging of sharp claws into your back, almost like his little way of jokingly warning you to ‘knock it off’. You let out a small giggle, laying your head against him once more, before closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep. 

~~~

‘The peace that I felt, the sense of homeliness within the presence of Vlad and his Brides. The comfort of having these people who loved and cared for one another begin to love and care for me was something that I cannot describe in its entirety to you.’ 

There was no telling how long you were into the flight or where exactly you were going when you woke up. Your clothes were dry and the rain had stopped, although the clouds wherever you were out hovered ominously in the air with the promise of more. You let out a yawn, trying your best to stretch out your limbs while not trying to move so much that you felt like you’d fall. You feel a large hand about three times the size of your own smooth itself over the top of your hooded head before a deep rumbling voice lets out a curt remark of “Almost there.” 

It’s then that you see a large castle, much bigger than Castle Frankenstein or the one in Budapest. It has a bridge that leads nowhere, broken off not even one-fourth of the way across, surrounded by a deep abysmal ravine and peaks of snowy mountains for as far as the eyes can see, offering no way in, and no way out. 

Unless you had wings of course. 

The wives drop down around the halfway mark of the crumbled bridge and Vlad follows suit, dropping down effortlessly, transforming mid-descent, all with you still in his arms. He sets you on your feet slowly as the other three come towards you, their steps almost floating, the ethereal echoing filling the air around you once more. Hands come out to pat your hair and your clothes, various questions being thrown about; Are you alright? Are you cold? Do you need anything? You can’t help but fluster under all the attention, feeling your face grow warm. You go to answer their question before you’re caught off guard by a sneeze, which makes you shiver and bundle back into the cloak. They’re immediately sent into a panicked frenzy, going on about you falling ill from all the rain and cold, mumbles about a warm bath are the last thing you hear as they all disappear towards the castle doors, leaving you and Vlad standing there by yourselves. 

You turn to look at him, only to find him already staring at you, not that you’re surprised. He has this soft look in his eyes, one that you saw many times throughout your marriage in your previous life, there’s a smile on his face and you could swear that there was colour in his cheeks. 

You gaze around at your surroundings and are met with the sight of skeletons impaled on posts lining the bridge, giving Vlad an incredulous look you’re met with a look of sheer innocence. “Well I’ve seen this decor before.” laughing as you speak, “I have no clue what you’re talking about.” Vlad instantly responds without pause, wrapping his right arm around your shoulders, walking you towards the castle doors. “Oh really? So you’d have me believe that this is the doing of your brides?” feigning ignorance as you gently hit your forehead, “Oh silly me I had almost forgotten that you were married to Verona the Impaler.” sarcasm drips from your every word as he turns his head to look at you from under his brow. 

The walk remains silent for the next few minutes as you make your way inside the castle and begin traversing up the stairs. “Vlad,” met with a small hum, “How did you find this place?” You’re met with silence, watching as various emotions subtly twinge his features. “I didn’t find this place. I was banished here.” He doesn’t elaborate as you come to a set of doors, arm leaving your shoulders to hold it open for you. It opens to an expansive room, with another door in the room that is currently open with gentle wafts of steam billowing out of it. You’re met with the brides, who are finishing up drawing you a bath. You thank them repeatedly, stating that they didn’t need to do that for you, but are quickly silenced as they leave the room, except for Verona. 

“I’ll take your dress for you so it may be cleaned. The water has muddied it.” Giving a nod, you take off the cloak and move to drop it next to you before a hand swoops out and grabs it, throwing it over his forearm. Vlad then moves behind you to untie the laces of your dress, loosening it enough for you to drop it down your shoulders, where it is then promptly taken by Verona who leaves the room soon after. 

You make your way to the tub, trying to throw a leg over the edge in a very ungraceful manner before a hand is quickly placed on the small of your back, stabilising you as you lower yourself into the water that was at a perfect temperature. You move to take off all your jewellery, realising that you’re still wearing your wedding ring on a chain. Taking off the chain you remove the ring, acutely aware of Vlad’s eyes on you, sliding it onto your finger where it rightly belongs. 

“Are we still technically married?” question thrown thoughtlessly, “If I… you know, died.” growing quiet at the acknowledgement of your death, looking down and frowning to yourself. “Oh of course we are, my darling.” A cool hand tilting your chin back up to deliver you a kiss before pulling your head back some more to wet your hair. “Do not think otherwise.” 

You sit in a calm silence as he gently washes your hair before you decide to address what was really bothering you. “So, you were banished? By who?” He’s quiet for a few moments, the only sound in the room being the gently scraping of his claws as he swirls your hair around. “My father.” he says, voice nothing but a whisper, “after you and I died, I had a vision. The Devil had come to visit me to offer me eternal life, on the one condition that I would have to feast upon the living. I didn’t want it at first, I knew you were already gone, and the thought of living eternally without you was too much to bear, but the Devil told me that I’d be able to get you back if I agreed, so without thinking I made a pact with him.” 

Listening quietly as he rinses your hair and moves onto your body.

“When I awoke, I was in our home, in a pool of my own dried up blood. I saw the wreckage of the room and the rest of the estate and had no other option but to travel back to town. I walked on foot until I reached the Village where I was then met with the frightened looks of all the townspeople. When I arrived at the home of my father he was so disgusted by me and the demon that I had become that he had his men clap me in irons and walk me to a door of which there was no return, banishing me to this castle. I laid weak at the very edge of that bridge for many weeks, hoping that someone would come to let me back through, but when it was obvious that no one was coming, and that I was growing hungrier and weaker, I called upon the Devil once more, and he gave me wings.” 

You turn to look at him when the sound of light sizzling reaches your ears. “Oh, Vlad.” Reaching forward, the water of the tub gently sloshing with your movements, you place your hands on both sides of his face, fingers swiping carefully under his eyes to stop the tears before they can cause anymore damage. You pull his face towards you, placing your forehead against his own, closing your eyes and basking in the comfort of his presence. “I’m so sorry.” “You have nothing to be sorry for, my darling.” Leaning forward to kiss him, you move one hand upwards to push the wayward strand of hair out of his face. His own hands come up to cradle your head, smoothing down over the back of your neck. “You would not imagine how torturous of an existence it was without you.” Voice hoarse and deep, his eyes darting back and forth across your face. “I think I could.” Leaning back up to kiss him once more, this one lasting longer than the previous one. You press your lips impossibly closer against his own, letting a soft noise of content escape your throat, that draws a hum from Vlad in return.

“You don’t have to talk about it anymore if you don’t want to.” Pulling away and giving him the most sincere look you possibly could. The droplets of water on your back had dried and left you chilled, quickly dunking your body back underneath the surface of the warm water while Vlad reached for a very soft linen, gathering up all your hair and gently patting it dry. “No, no, it’s alright, my darling. After the Devil gave me wings I travelled to feast and rebuild my strength, then I went looking for you. Your body had washed up on a bit of shore quite far down the river, the shore was connected to a small alcove of trees and flowers. I buried you there, along with Agnes, where no one would ever be able to bother you.” He finishes with your hair, moving to grab another linen which he holds out across both arms. You take the initiative and lift yourself up and out of the tub, grabbing onto his shoulder for support as he wraps the soft and plush fabric around you, before helping you out. 

When you reenter the grand bedroom you find that a fire has been lit in the fireplace across from the bed, the flames roaring and flickering, filling the space with a comfortable warmth. You also find, to your shock, that your dress is sitting dry on the edge of the bed, cleaned and looking brand new. “Help me with it?” gesturing your hand to the dress, moving towards it as Vlad does the same, continuing with his story as he laces it up for you. 

“My existence trudged by slowly and painfully for many years after that. Even though I no longer feel emotion the way I once did, I can still feel hints of it, little tuggings of yearning or sorrow. I needed something to fill the loss, and that’s when I found Verona. She was a princess, if you couldn’t tell, she had regality and poise and she was stubborn in a way that reminded me of you. Then Marishka, who was a dancer in a travelling show, and then Aleera, who lived in the Village with Anna.” You raise your eyebrows, even though he can’t see it. “I didn’t realise that Aleera was that young.” a taunting lilt in your voice, remembering that you were only twenty years old when Vlad married you in 1460.

He pulls a little tighter on the strings, causing you to gasp and whip your head around to give him a look that simply says ‘Seriously?’  You open your mouth to say something when your stomach lets out a sound that rivals that of the fire blazing in the room, a heat filling your face as you slightly pucker your lips out of embarrassment. He laughs at this, tying off your dress. “Come, let’s get you something to eat.”

~~~

You spend the next two days relaxing in the company of the Brides, the more time you spend with them the more you come to love them. Marishka is witty, Aleera is a gossip, and Verona is a scholar, and their varying personalities make for a refreshing change throughout the day. You had, however, indulged all the girls in stories of what Vlad was like when he was still alive, the wistful look in all their eyes making it hard to deny them anything. You didn’t leave out a single detail, telling stories that made the girls cry, giggle, and blush, saying things that Vlad would surely deny if he was ever asked about them. 

Vlad had disappeared, to where exactly in the castle, you weren’t sure, but you were fairly certain it had something to do with the Frankenstein Monster and reviving the undead children. Even though the girls could keep you distracted you couldn’t help but have that nagging fear at the back of your mind; Van Helsing was still out there, and he wouldn’t stop until Vlad and the Brides were dead. Gabriel is vindictive and persistent, and you’ve seen what happens to those who test him. You’d expressed these feelings to the Brides, who had immediately began comforting you, the ethereal echoing and cooing bouncing off the stone walls as you were hugged and held while you spilled your every thought to them.

When you’d told them that Gabriel had been bitten by a werewolf, they all grew deadly quiet. The cooing had quickly turned into scared whispers that sent a chill down your spine before Verona quickly jumped up, changed, then flew off, presumably to pass this new information along to Vlad. 

“Vlad can control the wolves though, right?” A look passes between Marishka and Aleera, before the latter turns to you, “Only after their first full moon, before that they pose so much trouble.” “We can be killed by stakes, holy water, and other things, but Vlad is the first of us, our master, and he cannot be killed so easily.” chimes in Marishka before also leaving, quickly following after Verona. “There is only one thing in this world that can kill Dracula.” words spoken softly, timidly, Aleera sliding a hand down your arm before she moves to leave. “Can you guess what it is?”

Yes, you could guess. A werewolf. 

~~~

‘The final battle was beginning. I could feel myself being split in two, the half that was loyal to Anna, Carl, Van Helsing and the Vatican was fighting the half that was loyal to my husband, Verona, Marishka, and Aleera.

You had spent the rest of the night alone, sleep not finding you as you retired back to the bedroom, only to pace back and forth, nerves and nausea tearing at your stomach. It was later on during the witching hour when the door quietly opened, a dark figure making its way inside. “Vlad!” Crying out his name breathlessly, rushing to him to throw your head into his chest and your arms around his waist. His arms immediately find their way around you, pulling you so tight against him that there is no way to move, a gentle kiss pressed against the top of your head. 

He bends his knees, one arm lowering to rest right beneath your butt, hoisting you up effortlessly into his arms before walking over to the bed and laying down with you atop him. Your head lays on his chest, yet the room is absolutely silent. There is no noise beneath your ear, no gentle pulsing of a heartbeat, just hollow silence. The two of you say no words, and truth be told you don’t really think any need be spoken. You both understand what is to come, the battle that is no doubt making its way towards you. Vlad just holds you, a hand atop your head, lithe fingers running through your hair in a soothing manner. You feel yourself drifting to sleep, eyes growing heavy. You can hear him mummering to you in a language long forgotten in your dreary haze, making out a few words here and there. 

Another kiss is placed gently upon your forehead as the heavy covers of the bed are pulled up and over you, protecting you from the bitter cold of the castle. And with that, you sleep.

~~~

When you awake it is to the sound of thunder, and the view of lightning and pouring rain. There’s just the tiniest hint of light filtering through the rain, but the ever-prevalent darkness tells you that it’s almost nighttime, meaning that you’ve woken up just before everyone else. You step out of bed, stretching, before making your way over to the door. As you step out you’re met with the sight of the Dwergi roaming through the halls carrying various tools and papers. They don’t speak to you, they don’t even look at you, they just continue bustling down the hall as if you weren’t even there. You go the opposite direction of the Dwergi and make your way down the flight of stairs that leads to the connecting hall of the castle that will lead you to the wing where Vlad and the girls sleep. 

It’s then that you can hear the frantic blubbering of Igor from the main entrance. “How did you- how did you find… it’s impossible!” Quickly peeking out from around the corner of the door, you’re met with the sight of Igor hanging from the wall, blubbering some more as the person in front of him throws a hand around his neck. 

Van Helsing was here. 

You quickly try to think of a way to get around them so you can warn Vlad that they’re here when a loud shriek fills the entire castle, reverberating off the walls so loudly that you have to cover your ears for a split moment. You can faintly hear Igor, “my master has awakened,” and you take that as your moment to quickly sprint across the hall when the attention of everyone is taken by the Frankenstein Monster. 

You run up the stairs, following your instinct of where Vlad would be. You know that usually when he awakes he goes to the overseeing of the Dwergi working on bringing the children back to life, so you run as fast as you can to the Laboratory. Making your way up the spiral staircase that leads to the top of the tower you’re hit with the strangest sense of Deja Vu, ignoring the pit in your stomach that tells you the last time you went up a staircase like this you died. 

The doors open as you approach them, the Dwergi ever diligent in their appeasement of the masters of this home. You quickly stride across the room, dodging sparks and Dwergi before making your way to Vlad in the middle of the room. “Vlad! Vlad he’s here, Van Helsing is here.” words spoken in a panic, eyes wide open as you gasp for breath. You’re sure he can feel your fear, your heartbeat pounding wildly out of control, the whooshing of blood in your ears making it hard to hear anything else. 

His eyebrows furrow before his facial features morph into one of sheer rage, face partially transforming as he lets out an inhuman screech. Not even a split second later, Verona, Marishka, and Aleera appear before you, awaiting word from Vlad. “If Van Helsing has truly been bitten, they will go for the cure, I want you to go and stop them. Stop them and bring the cure to me.” They disappear as fast as they arrive, flying off in a mixture of shrieks and laughs. 

“And as for you, my darling.” Turning to look at you before you promptly cut him off. “No, I’m staying right here.” He protests, but you shut those down as well. “No, Vlad. You remember what happened the last time Van Helsing broke into our home and we were both apart from one another.” The question was rhetorical, and it seemed to garner the reaction that you wanted, Vlad seeming to be in deep thought. He slowly nods his head, but points back over to the door. “Fine, but you stay over there. Out of the way, you forget that you are still human, my darling.”

You wait anxiously by the door like Vlad told you, watching as lightning strikes and fills the room with an eerie green glow. Throwing your arms over your head for some form of protection as you hear a shout of “Give me life!” echo through the room. “One more bolt and my young will live!” You watch as Vlad suddenly becomes enraged, flying through one of the glass windows of the room. 

Moments later Van Helsing drops through the open tower that leads into the middle of the room, setting a few Dwergi on fire as he bursts through machinery. He stumbles as he stands back up, face twisted in confusion and pain, looking around the room. He spots you by the door, in your dress, covered in jewels with your hair done, looking every bit the part of one of Vlad’s brides. He looks betrayed, and for a moment you feel a sharp pain in your chest, wishing that you could say something to him, but before you could even think of what to say, Vlad drops back down, quietly behind Gabriel, sneaking up on him. 

“You are too late, my friend! My children live!” Vlad exclaims, stalking towards Gabriel, “Then the only way to kill them, is to kill you.” Nodding his head with a loose hand gesture, “Correct.” This causes Gabriel to laugh as he moves in front of the window, “Then so be it!” dropping his coat off as the clock strikes midnight. He transforms into a wolf with each toll of the clock as Vlad gives you a quick look before feigning surprise, maniacally laughing. 

“We are both part of the same great game, Gabriel! But we need not find ourselves on opposite sides of the board!” Quickly changing himself as he and Gabriel begin fighting one another. You duck down quickly next to a barrel as they traverse the whole room, explosions following their movements. 

You watch as Vlad throws a board off of himself, walking towards the middle of the room. “You are being used, Gabriel, as was I, but I escaped, so can you!” Before quickly flying off as Van Helsing jumps for him. You gasp as Vlad is thrown to the ground in a sound of extreme pain, revealing a broken wing. Watching as he jumps up to a platform, before falling, rolling over to his side to reveal that he is covered in blood and scratches. Van Helsing extends his claws before dragging them down a pillar in a threatening manner, jumping up to Vlad.

“Don’t you understand?” Backing away from Van Helsing, there’s a very obvious limp in his gait, causing you to step out from your spot, moving closer to where the two are. “We could be… We could be friends! Partners! Brothers in arms!” trying in vain to get away as Van Helsing catches him by the neck. You scream out his name, moving towards him before an arm is quickly gestured in your way, a sign for you to stay away. 

“Did I mention that it was you who murdered me? It must be such a burden, such a curse, to be the left hand of God.” Quickly appearing behind Van Helsing, “All I want is life, Gabriel. The continuation of my kind.” He throws a look towards you before holding up his hand, ring finger suddenly missing, “And perhaps the return of my ring! Don’t be afraid Gabriel, don’t be afraid. I shall give you back your life, your memory.” 

You miss the rest of what happens as a vial is placed in your hand. Snapping your head around your met with Verona, her vampiric face covered in scratches and bloody marks. “Give it to him, we must finish holding off the monster and the girl.” Flying back off to wherever she came from, you turn around right as Van Helsing jumps across the room, pinning Vlad to a piece of machinery, catching him off guard. 

He struggles to fight him off, Van Helsing's mouth getting closer and closer to Vlads neck. Vlad is using both hands to try and keep the werewolf as far away from him as possible, so giving him the cure is out of the option. 

There’s only one thing that you can do. 

Running across the room you’re able to make it to the pair right as Vlad’s arms give out from the effort of keeping Van Helsing away. He goes in for the finishing move but before he can your shoe scuffs against the floor, gaining his attention. He turns around, growling, pouncing on you without even a second look. You gasp as you’re hit, vaguely registering Vlad scream as you fly through the air with the wolf, quickly sticking the syringe into his side as you hit against a pillar, landing limply on the ground. 

Eyes wide open, but not seeing, slowly clouding over as you breathe your last breath, leaving nothing but a corpse on the floor. 

~~~

“No! What have you done!” words screamed throughout the room, Dracula making an ear-piercing shriek as he made his way across to you, pulling you into his arms, gently cradling your head. Cries of pain and shock are heard throughout the room as Gabriel turns back into himself, dropping to his knees before the dead body of his friend. 

Dracula is muttering words to you that Gabriel can’t understand as the three brides come bursting in through a window, one of them grabbing him by his shoulders and throwing him out the window onto the bridge that connects to the mirror they came through. On the bridge he is met with the sight of Anna, Carl, and the Frankenstein Monster slumped against the reflective surface. He approaches, shaking the shoulders of Anna and Carl to wake them up. Anna awakens first, groggily, “What is it? What happened?” placing her hand atop of Gabriels, the fog of her mind clearing away as she realises that Gabriel is crying. “What is it, Van Helsing, what has happened? Is Dracula dead?” He shakes his head, mummering your name quietly. “What about her? Is she alright?” He makes eye contact with Carl who is now also awake, watching as the realisation hits Carl, lip quivering “She’s dead.” Carl says with a finality, hanging his head and also crying. 

Van Helsing places his hand and quietly murmurs the word that will get the door to open before standing up and limping his way through. 

Damn the Vatican, as far as they’ll know, Dracula was defeated.

~~~

“No! What have you done!” words choked out through his injured throat. He lets out a shriek that will summon his Brides to him, running towards you before swooping to his knees, grabbing you, watching as your limbs remain limp, head flopping on a broken neck. He can feel the tears come, feel them burning tracks through his skin but he can’t find it in himself to care. He’s vaguely aware of Verona riding the room of Van Helsing, before all three of his brides drop sadly next to him, all of them holding onto you. Cries echo throughout the room, his pain is their pain, but their pain is also their own, given all the bonding they had done with you over the past few days. 

He places one hand upon your chest, right over your heart, and that’s when he feels one faint, barely-there swoosh of blood travelling through the organ. 

It’s not too late.

Ducking his head down immediately to latch his teeth onto your neck, draining you of your blood. He holds his arm out, feeling a nail slice down his wrist, not sure who’s but it really doesn’t matter. He holds his hand to your face as he continues to drink your blood, watching his own trickle into your mouth. He pulls away from you, leaning his head towards his shoulder to wipe his mouth off, waiting for the cut on his wrist to heal itself, deeming that enough of his blood had been shared. 

You remain eerily still. Not a twitch of the muscles, a blink of the eye, nothing. “Normally there would be a reaction by now.” words murmured to himself, but are met by the supportive whispers and touches of his Brides. “Oh, my Lord.” Verona speaks, running a gentle hand across his face, “It takes some time, you remember how long it was until it took with Marishka. We waited almost all night.” Marishka murmurs her agreement, remembering the words spoken to her when she had awoken to her new life, ‘We thought you weren’t going to make it.’ But she had made it, and surely you would too. 

“Let's move her to her room, master.” Aleera standing up and moving towards the door, “She will be more comfortable there.” Vlad can’t help but agree, moving his arm that wasn’t cradling your head under your knees and scooping you up, making his way towards the door. He walks quietly through the halls, dropping you gently on the bed before making his way to the bathroom to retrieve a damp linen to wipe the blood off with. When he arrives back in the main suite he notices that his Brides have already removed all your jewels and undressed you, finding a soft shirt that Vlad briefly recognizes as one of his own to take the place of the dress you were wearing. 

He quietly wipes down your shoulder where he bit you, small flakes of dry and crusted blood coming off with ease. He then tosses the linen off to the side and takes a gentle seat next to you on the bed so as to not jostle you around. 

Vlad is a patient man, and vows to sit and wait for as long as you may need. 

~~~

You wake up in the room that belongs to you and Vlad. Sunlight shining in through the large windows, filling the room with tiny fragments of rainbows. You turn your head to the side and gaze upon your husband sleeping peacefully beside you, not being able to help the soft smile that overtakes your face. Leaning back down to place a flurry of kisses along the warm skin of his face, giggling quietly to yourself. 

The quiet romanian muttering as he stretches all his limbs at once alert you to the fact that you have succeeded in waking him up, watching as he cracks one eye open for only a split second before it closes again. “It is far too early, my darling.” His arm comes to pull you back down towards the plush surface of the bed, wrapping you up snug against himself. “Too early? Vlad, it's daytime.” “Still far too early for my taste, and besides, you should be getting all the rest you can.” A finger poking gently at your stomach. “It will be good for you both.” 

You don’t argue, cuddling up to him and placing your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. 

Wait, Vlad doesn’t have a heartbeat. 

You snap open your eyes, the room is no longer sunny, it’s stormy and reeks of death. You’re covered head to toe in blood and Vlad’s dead body is laying in the centre of the room, hand clutching his chest, a pool of blood surrounding him. 

You spin around, breathing, panicking, turning towards the doorway when a hand of claws snatches you up by the neck; Gabriel. He walks you to the window before throwing you out, you fall, plummeting towards your doom, when all of a sudden you stop.

You stop mid-air, something catching you. Turning your gaze upwards assuming you’d find something holding yourself, something that was preventing you from falling, only to find nothing but clear sky. You hear the gentle whooshing of wings, grey clipping through your line of sight out of your peripheral vision. Frantically looking around, slightly panicked you realise that the wings are yours. Looking down at the rest of you only to be faced with the sight of ashy grey skin, hands lifting up revealing lithe fingers with monstrous claws. 

You don’t panic, no, instead you revel in it. Smiling to yourself as you launch yourself into the sky, wings working furiously to move you higher and higher, and you bask in the feeling of freedom that it brings you. You move up towards the clouds, white filling your vision. 

And then you wake up. 

~~~

You open your eyes, overwhelmed by everything you see. 

It’s as if the whole world has changed, everything is so much more clear than it used to be. You can see everything; the intercrossing of the fabric of the sheets that lay overtop of you, the various colours of the flickering flames in the fireplace across the room, the detail of each individual snowflake that falls in front of the window. Turning your vision to the left, finding Vlad sitting on the edge of the bed facing the wall. 

Moving a hand from where it lays across your chest to place it gently on his arm. He jumps in surprise as you snap him out of whatever melancholic reverie that he was in, head snapping around to gaze at you in pure disbelief and relief. He scoops you up into a sitting position as he pulls your torso against his own in what should have been, quite literally, a bone crushing hug. “I thought it hadn’t worked.” words muffled from where his head lays pressed against the crook of your neck. “You were so still for so long, I… Never, never leave me again, I couldn’t bear it.” 

Pulling your head back slightly, Vlad doing the same, the two of you hold eye contact for a moment, opening your mouth to say something you instantly grimace, closing it back and reaching a hand up to grasp your throat, a searing pain now making itself known, a pain that you recognize as thirst. “Are you hungry?” Nodding your head to him at the same time the door to the room bursts open, Verona, Marishka, and Aleera pouring into the room in a symphony of ethereal echoings and giggles. Aleera is carrying a cup of a viscous red fluid which she then hands over to you. “Perfectly aged, to tide you over until we can get to the village.” 

Taking the contents of the cup with greedy gulps, you find that it doesn’t taste as metallic as you would’ve thought, in fact it’s not metallic at all, it’s actually rather sweet. It helps the pain in your throat enough that you can pretend it’s not there, at least until you get some more. The other four people in the room watching your reaction, and as you tilt the cup all the way to the ceiling to try and get the last dregs from it there’s a deep chuckle from Vlad. 

“Don’t worry, my darling, we’ll leave for the village and then you may sate your thirst.” 

The girls grab you, pulling you up from the bed, once the sheet drops you realise that you’re back in your dress, fully looking the part of your new life. There’s giggling and excitement filling the air, and you can help but practically vibrate in place from the joy that’s coursing through your veins. Once you’re up you all prance out the door and into the hallway. 

Vlad watches on in contentment at the billowing of green, yellow, pink, and blue fabrics through the hallway, the four of you radiating sheer joy and happiness. 

You’re not exactly sure where you’re going, but you follow the girls willingly. They lead you to a large room with dramatic arches on the ceiling, and large, sheer drapes hanging down from various spots. There’s a thick stone coffin with no top lying in the dead centre of the room surrounded by tall candelabras and you assume that it’s Vlad’s, which leads you to wonder where the girls sleep. Across the room there’s a carved out arch that leads to nothing but a solid wall, and you wonder what it’s even there for. When Vlad finally does catch up to you he throws his arms out wide, welcoming all four of you to him. When you’re all together you begin to slide across the floor towards the wall, the second you come into contact with it, you seem to almost melt through it, coming out the other side to a room that you remember being in Castle Frankenstein. 

It’s a portal. 

There’s an open skylight in the room that it leads out into, and when the girls begin to transform you know that’s your exit to the village. They fly up, leaving you and Vlad alone in the room, but hovering over the Castle, flying around in circles until you’re ready to join them. 

You stand awkwardly for a moment, turning to look at Vlad. “Um, how do I, you know,” arm coming up to gesture loosely towards the sky. “There’s really no way to explain it, you don’t think, my darling, you just do it.” Transforming himself, lapels melding into wings before he too, takes flight. 

“Oh yes because that advice is so helpful.” mumbling under your breath even though you know that he can hear you still, nevertheless you try to take his advice, willing yourself to fly, closing your eyes tight and balling up your fists to focus. When you hear cackles of laughter close by you open your eyes back up, realising that you’ve lifted through the skylight and are in-fact flying. Your skin grey to match the wives, equipped with claws and teeth of your own. 

You fly in a few test circles before giving a reassuring nod to them all. Then, you all take off towards the village. As you fly, you notice three horses racing through the mountains out of the corner of your eye, your newfound heightened senses allowing you to see miles ahead of where you used to be able to before. 

Upon one of the horses, is someone in a shaggy brown cloak; Carl. On the second, someone with a head full of curls, bouncing behind them with the movement of the horse; Anna. And on the last, someone who wears a leather coat and a hat, someone who with all his training surely recognises the feeling of the eyes that lay upon him as his head turns to look back, someone who notices that there is one more bat in the air than there used to be, someone who ignores this fact as he turns back around and continues on his way.

And so do you. 

~

Originally posted April 14th, 2023.

[paarthurnax59]

Summary: Dean Winchester blamed you for the death of one of their friends, Charlie. Dean breaks your heart and throws you out of the Bunker. You then travel to Europe to help the Vatican after they requested your presence to find your old friend and mentor that had gone missing. Gabriel Van Helsing. 

parings: Ex!Dean Winchester x Reader, Modern!Gabriel Van Helsing x Reader

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

[aviradasa]

Welcome to my masterlist

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

{Picture from Pinterest}

Shows:

The umbrella Academy

Supernatural

The walking dead

Miraculous ladybug

How to train your dragon (all spin-off shows)

The dragon Prince mysterys of Aaravos

Once upon a time

Hazbin hotel

Helluva boss

Movies

Van helsing 2004

Hellboy 1 and 2

Labyrinth 1986

The MCU as a whole (Marvel cinematic universe)

Same with the DC universe

Avatar 1 and 2

Pirates of the Caribbean (all movies)

Games

Sally face

Call of duty

Skyrim

Legend of Zelda breath of the wild/ tears of the kingdom

Assassins creed 2

Stardew valley

Books

Creepypasta

(Work in progress I’m reading a lot more recently so give it time any book suggestions are welcome.I’m a huge fantasy fan!!!)

Bands:

Ghost

David Bowie

Mcr

(I’ll add more here once my will to live dies again.)

Characters I will write for:

The umbrella academy:

Luther

Diego

Allison

Klaus

Five

Ben

Viktor

Lila

Marcus

Fei

Alphonso

Sloane

Jayme

Supernatural:

Sam

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

Dean

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

Castiel

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

Lucifer

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

(I'm only on season 5 so if you want more characters let me know and I'll do my best!)

The walking dead:

Rick

Daryl

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

Glenn

Maggie

Michonne

Negan

Carl

Rosita

Abraham

Ezekiel

Carol

Miraculous ladybug:

Marinette

Adrian

Luka

Julika

Nino

Alya

Chloé

Kim

Sabrina

Jagged stone

Meeting the kids jagged stone x fem!reader HC

Rose

Nathalie

How to train your dragon:

Hiccup

Astrid

Ruffnut

Tuffnut

Snotlout

Fishlegs

Heather

Eret

Dagur

The dragon Prince, mystery of Aaravos:

Callum

Rayla

Claudia

Viren

Soren

Janai

Aaravos

Love long lost Aaravos x Fem!reader pt 1

Love long lost Aaravos x Fem!reader pt 2

Love long lost Aaravos x Fem!reader pt3

The sight of two stars Aaravos x Startouched elf! Reader

Nyx

Ibis

Amaya

Corvus

Gren

Terry

Zubeia

Once upon a time:

Emma Swan

Regina Mills (the ‘Evil’ queen)

Mr.Gold ( Rumpelstiltskin )

Mary Margaret Blanchard (Snow white)

Captain Killian ‘Hook’ Jones ( Captain hook)

David Nolan (Prince charming)

(work in progress)

Hazbin hotel:

Charlie

Vaggie

Angel dust

Husk

Nifty

Alastor

Lucifer

Rosie

Vox

Velvett

Helluva boss:

Blitz

Blitzø x male!reader HC

Blitzø x Gn!Reader HC

Moxie

Millie

Loona

Van Helsing (2004):

Dracula

Aleera

Marishka

Verona

Gabriel Van helsing

Anna valerious

Velkan valerious

Carl

Hellboy 1 and 2 (live action 2004-2008 movies)

Hellboy

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

Abe

Liz

John

Prince Nuada

Different characters react to you stoned/couch logged

Princess nuala

Labrynth 1986

Jareth the goblin king

Marvel:

Peter Parker

Thor

Loki

Tony Stark

Dr, Stephan strange

Wanda

Bucky

Natasha

Nick Fury

Bruce banner

Steven Rodger

DC:

Bruce Wayne

Barry allen

Oliver Queen

Clark kent

Robin

Starfire

Raven

Cyborg

Beastboy

Joker

Harley

Poison Ivy

Catwoman

Avatar 1 and 2

Jake sulley

Naytiri

Neteyam

Lo’ak

Kiri

Miles Quaritch

Javier “spider”

Aonung

Grace

Pirates of the Caribbean:

Captain jack sparrow

Captain Hector Barbossa

Will Turner

Elizabeth Swan

James Norrington

Bootstrap bill turner

Davey jones

Lord Cutler Beckett

Calypso ( Tia Dalma)

Sally face:

sal fisher

Larry johnson

Ash

Travis

Call of duty:

Ghost Mw2 and 2009

König

Soap

Price

Graves

Skyrim:

Cicero

Astrid

Arnbjorn

Farkus

Vilkas

Aela

Balgruuf the greater

Legend of Zelda Botw/totk:

Link

Zelda

Mipha

Daruk

Revali

Sidon

Urbosa

Kass

ganon

Assassins creed 2:

Ezio

Stardew valley (Sdv):

Alex

Elliot

Harvey

Sam

Sebastian

Shane

Abigail

Emily

Haley

Leah

Maru

Penny

The wizard

Caroline

Dwarf

Jodi

Kent

Krobus

Robin

Pierre

Sandy

Ghost:

Papa Emeritus 1 (primo)

Papa Emeritus 2 (secondo

Papa emeritus 3 (terzo)

Papa emeritus 4/cardinal copia

Swiss

Aether

Mountin

Phantom

Aurora (we have the same name irl lol)

Rain

Cirrus

Sunshine

Cumulus

Sodo

Dewdrop

David bowie(going by era and current stage persona):

Ziggy stardust

Aladdin sane

The thin white duke

Major tom

David bowie

My chemical romance

Gerard way

Party poison

Mikey way

Kobra kid

Frank iero

Fun ghoul

Ray toro

Jet star

I will add Other characters to any of these lists if you would like to request a character go on ahead!

What I will write/Rules:

Rules:

No bullying or harrassment to anyone or groups of people in the comments. BE NICE TO OTHERS

No homophobia

No racism

No hatred

What I will write:

Fluff

Angst

Smut

Lemon

Info about Aviradasa!

I go by she/they

I have a cat named Nyx!

I am Demiaroace

I love horror movies with my whole life!

I have a tendency to obsess over shows/movies for undetermined periods of time 🤣

My favorite colors are Purple, red, pink, and black

My favorite singer is David bowie!

I can't choose a favorite band cause I love to many!

The movie Labyrinth by Jim Henson with David bowie and Jennifer Connelly Is my favorite.but Van helsing 2004 is a close second

PS. When requesting please be specific to what fandom/character you want(I will do crossovers.) just so I can make sure to get everything right for ya!

[spaceagebachelormann]

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

!!REQUEST REQUIREMENTS!!

-> state the character, romantic or platonic, the format of the request, and a plot

-> do you have any specifics for the reader? blonde, poc, male, neurodivergent, etc? (please keep in mind i will write poc readers but i’m white so they may be a little difficult for me)

-> requests are preferred to be sent through inbox, but i can make dms work if needed

-> PLEASE ACTUALLY SPECIFY WHAT YOU WANT WITH YOUR REQUEST!! ITS VERY HARD FOR ME TO WRITE “____ x reader fluff” GIVE ME A PLOT LINE

!!WHAT I WILL WRITE!!

-> platonic

-> romantic

-> familial

-> any gender x any gender

-> headcanons

-> long fics

-> multi character

-> blurbs

-> poly relationships

-> x reader

-> i will only write cheating if it’s a character comforting r after being cheated on, not a character cheating on r

!!WHAT I WONT WRITE!!

-> smut (i’m 14)

-> yandere

-> most aus, ask about the specific au before requesting an au

-> incest

-> age gaps

-> canonical gay/lesbian character x a man (if lesbian) or a woman (if gay)

-> song fics

-> things about ocs

-> ships

-> sunshine x grumpy tropes, i’m horrible at this trope

character list

keeper of the lost cities

sophie foster, dex dizznee, fitz vacker, keefe sencen, biana vacker, marella redek, maruca chebota, tam song, linh song, wylie endal, jensi babblos, stina heks, elwin hesledge

chronicles of narnia

peter pevensie, edmund pevensie, susan pevensie, lucy pevensie, caspian

riordanverse

percy jackson, annabeth chase, grover underwood, jason grace, piper mclean, leo valdez, hazel levesque, frank zhang, nico di angelo, will solace, reyna arellano, rachel dare, travis stoll, connor stoll, thalia grace, magnus chase, alex fierro, carter kane, sadie kane

harry potter

harry potter, ron weasley, hermione granger, neville longbottom, luna lovegood, ginny weasley, fred weasley, george weasley, sirius black, james potter, remus lupin, mary macdonald, marlene mckinnon, lily evans, dorcas meadows, regulus black, barty crouch jr, narcissa black, andromeda black, bellatrix lestrange

ride the cyclone

ocean o’connell rosenberg, noel gruber, mischa bachinski, ricky potts, jane doe/penny lamb, constance blackwood

shadow and bone

alina starkov, malyen oretsev, genya safin, zoya nazyalensky, david kostyk, tamaar & tolya, nikolai lantsov

six of crows

kaz brekker, inej ghafa, jesper fahey, nina zenik, wylan van eck, matthias helvar

the outsiders

ponyboy curtis, johnny cade, sodapop curtis, darry curtis, steve randall, twobit matthews, dallas winston, cherry valance

the hunger games

katniss everdeen, peeta mellark, finnick odair, johanna mason, cinna, effie trinket

it (2017)

bill denbrough, eddie kaspbrak, richie tozier, stan uris, beverly marsh, ben hanscom, mike hanlon

the school for good and evil

agatha, sophie, tedros, hort, hester, anadil, dot, nicola, rhian mistral, rafal mistral, clarissa dovey, leonora lesso

the land of stories

connor bailey, alex bailey, red riding hood, jack, goldilocks

scooby doo

shaggy rogers, fred jones, daphne blake, velma dinkley, thorn, dusk, luna

little women

jo march, amy march, beth march, meg march, laurie

dracula

dracula, lucy westenra, arthur holmwood, john seward, mina harker, abraham van helsing, renfield, quincey morris, jonathan harker

frankenstein

victor frankenstein, elizabeth lavenza, henry clerval, adam frankenstein, justine mortiz, ernest frankenstein, the bride

dr jekyll and mr hyde

henry jekyll, edward hyde, richard enfield, gabriel utterson, hastie lanyon, lucy harris

phantom of the opera

christine daaé, erik destler, raoul de chagney, meg giry, carlotta giudicelli

a good girls guide to murder

pippa fitz-amobi, ravi singh, naomi ward, cara ward, connor reynolds, jamie reynolds, nat da silva

the mighty ducks

charlie conway, adam banks, lester averman, guy germaine, connie moreau, fulton reed, dean portman, julie gaffney, ken wu, luis mendoza, dwayne robertson

monster high

frankie stein, draculaura, clawdeen wolf, cleo de nile, abbey bominable, ghoulia yelps, operetta, rochelle goyle, spectra vondergeist, elissabat, clawd wolf, deuce gorgon, heath burns, jackson jekyll, holt hyde, kieran valentine

the powerpuff girls

blossom utonium, bubbles utonium, buttercup utonium, brick jojo, boomer jojo, butch jojo

david bowie

david bowie, ziggy stardust, jareth, thomas jerome newton, celliers

sweeney todd

sweeney todd, anthony hope, mrs lovett, johanna todd

the rosewood chronicles

lottie pumpkin, ellie wolf, jamie volk, ollie moreno, raphael wilcox, anastacia alcroft leblanc, saskia san martin, lola tomkins, mickey tomkins, binah fae

hairspray

corny collins, link larkin, amber von tussle, tracey turnblad, penny pingleton, seaweed j. stubbs

attack on titan

eren yeager, mikasa ackerman, armin arlert, jean kirstein, sasha braus, connie springer, annie leonhardt, bertholdt hoover, reiner braun, hange zoe, levi ackerman, erwin smith, colt grice, niccolo, yelena, onyakopon, zeke yeager

daisy jones and the six

daisy jones, billy dunne, graham dunne, karen sirko, warren rhodes, pete loving/roundtree, eddie loving/roundtree, camila dunne, simone jackson

miscellaneous characters

sarah williams, bernard the elf, rodrick heffley, varian, lisa frankenstein, the creature (lisa frankenstein)

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 837

Gifs NOT mine. (Found on Pinterest.)

If any gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me know, so I can give you/them credit.

Gif credit goes to - Unknown.

Year posted - 2021

*I might extend this at a later date.

[thedailyimagines]

Imagine being the descendant of Victor Frankenstein, and working alongside Gabriel Van Helsing.

Description: Though the threat of Dracula was gone from the world, there were always other supernatural threats. Who better to help Van Helsing than the granddaughter of one such legend?

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This is bending the Van Helsing universe just a little, where Victor Frankenstein isn’t as young as he is portrayed to be in the movie. Otherwise everything takes place after the movie.

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“So. Plovdiv. Bulgaria. What exactly is in the city?” Gabriel Van Helsing walked alongside Cardinal Jinette, crossbow resting against his shoulder.

“There’s been reports of attacks in the city, mostly at night. Our sources say that while nobody has died, the injuries are not of human nature. There has been requests for help.”

“And you decided to send me. I assume you want me to take Carl?” Jinette shook his head.

“No. Friar Carl will be busy with another assignment. You’ll be headed to an ancient library in the city. Hopefully you can find some information on the attacks there. The locals say the attacks have happened in the past, and there might be records of them.” Van Helsing stopped and gave the Cardinal a confused look.

“So if Carl isn’t going, who is?” Jinette kept walking and Van Helsing had no choice but to follow. Soon the two came to the entrance area of the church, where a woman sat writing in a journal. When she saw them, she shut her journal and held out her hand to shake. Cardinal Jinette took her hand in both of his, shaking it in greeting.

“Van Helsing, this is Y/n Frankenstein. She’ll be going with you to Plovdiv.” Y/n’s smile twitched downwards slightly at the mention of the Frankenstein name.

To Van Helsing, she didn’t seem like she could be related to the creator of the monster. Of course, every account he had read about Victor Frankenstein claimed that the scientist was a madman whose loved ones and family died because of his actions. This woman looked like a school teacher.

“So the church finally invested in a necromancer? Have to say, usually it’s the Big Guy who does the reanimating.” The woman scowled and crossed her arms. Cardinal Jinette shook his head in annoyance. Of course Van Helsing would joke about holy miracles in a church.

“And I’m a scientist, not a witch. I assume you know the difference.” Van Helsing raised an eyebrow in amusement.

“Well excuse me Madam Frankenstein—”

“Lavenza.”

“Pardon?”

“I go by my grandmother’s maiden name, it attracts less attention. Her name was Elizabeth Lavenza.” Jinette began apologizing profusely, but Gabriel just shrugged nonchalantly.

“Alright then, Madam Lavenza.”

“You could just call me y/n. I’m not married nor a spinster. Not yet anyway.” Van Helsing turned to the cardinal.

“Explain to me why she’s coming with me?” Cardinal Jinette shook his head. Van Helsing was really going to complain his whole about taking the scientist, wasn’t he?

“Because she can translate the texts you’ll need, at a much faster rate than you could hope to.”

<—>

The hot sun beat down on y/n’s head, and she was glad she had chosen to wear lighter clothes. Glancing over at Van Helsing, she almost winced in sympathy. The man was decked out in his usual heavy leather gear, which while offering protection from the sun was no doubt unbearably hot.

“See something you like, Miss Lavenza?” Y/n rolled her eyes and leaned back in her seat in the cart. The man was still refusing to call her by her first name.

“I was considering if I should ask you if that’s the city we’re headed to, and if you were beginning to suffer from heat exhaustion. All that heavy leather can’t be comfortable in this heat.” Van Helsing chuckled and tilted his hat to shield his face from the sun.

“You almost sound concerned.” A small huff came from y/n, and she pulled her journal out of her small bag.

“Considering you’re the expert in getting around the city, I’d prefer not to lose you and be stranded.” Van Helsing just turned to the cart driver and began talking with him. Y/n began writing in her journal, making note of the city and the sites around them.

When they arrived at a small church, a meek looking man greeted them. Compared to Gabriel, y/n noted in amusement, the pastor was tiny. He guided the two visitors to the old library beneath the church and left them. Neither y/n nor Gabriel noticed how the pastor’s eyes lingered hungrily on the two of them.

<—>

Sighing and rubbing her eyes, y/n looked down in frustration at the book in front of her. Translating it from Latin to German was easy as breathing for her, but sometimes there were random words thrown in that were of a completely different language and it was slowing y/n down.

Across the room, Van Helsing was tossing books to the side if he didn’t deem them useful. It slightly annoyed her to see the delicate books thrown aside so carelessly, and y/n briefly wondered who had taught the monster hunter his manners.

“If all you’re going to do is throw books around, you can leave.” Van Helsing scowled at another book, and as if to rub it in y/n’s face, tossed the book down the aisle between the shelves.

“No.”

“What? Think the scary monster is going to come after me?” Y/n laughed and adjusted her reading glasses, fixing Van Helsing with a stern look. “I’m not a child, Van Helsing. I can look after myself. Besides, didn’t you state that this library was sanctified by your church?”

The dark haired man opened his mouth to argue, then closed his mouth and shook his head.

“Don’t stay up too late. We’re leaving early tomorrow morning.”

“I’m touched, Van Helsing. You do care.” The monster hunter snorted, taking a lantern with him as he left the library. Y/n turned back to the book in front of her and cracked her knuckles. It was time to get back to work.

Not even an hour into her work, a scratching noise came from one of the aisles. Y/n quickly turned her head towards the source. The area between the shelves was too dark to see, and against her better judgement y/n took a lantern and walked down the aisle. Dust motes floated through the air, and y/n raised her lantern a little higher.

A loud growl came from in front of her. A large, dark mass emerged from the darkness and another growl rumbled from its throat. Y/n’s mind took two seconds to register what she was seeing before she booked it for the exit. The monster howled and gave chase.

“Shit shit shit shit!” Her mother would have been horrified at her use of language, but right now y/n could care less. Her mother could come lecture her when she wasn’t being chased by a monster four times her size. Said monster crashed through the bookshelves in front of her, and y/n screamed and changed direction.

“GABRIEL!”

<—>

Gabriel was halfway up the stairs to the exit when he heard the loud crash. He half wondered if y/n had knocked something over, or if—

“GABRIEL!”

That didn’t sound good. Taking the stairs two at a time, Van Helsing all but flew back into the library. Shelves were shattered and books lay in pieces everywhere. And there was y/n back to a wall as something huge closed in on her.

“Y/n!” Gabriel grabbed the closest thing to him, an unlit torch sconce, and flung it at the monster. The beast didn’t even flinch, but it turned slowly towards Van Helsing. With a roar it lunged at the seasoned monster hunter, who dodged and ran for cover. He found y/n with a book, ready to hit whatever came near her.

“It’s me! It’s just me!” Y/n lowered the book slightly.

“How did that thing get in here?!?!” Van Helsing shook his head and handed his crossbow to the scientist.

“Take the crossbow, and shoot it!” Y/n jerked back in surprise, almost dropping the heavy weapon. She shoved it back at Gabriel.

“I don’t know how to shoot a crossbow!” The monster hunter gave her a disbelieving look.

“Seriously?”

“I’m a fucking scientist, not a bloody monster hunter! I study the human body and it’s different functions!” Gabriel rolled his eyes. Of course she couldn’t fight. She could translate dead languages seven ways to Sunday, but not fight.

“Fine. When I say go, you need to make a run for the exit. Keep running and don’t look back.”

“What about you?” Gabriel prepared a crossbow bolt.

“Is that concern I hear, Miss Lavenza?”

“Yes.”

“Then thank you. Now get ready.” Y/n took a deep breath, and got into position. Van Helsing stood up and sprinted away from y/n. Once he deemed himself far enough, he quickly shot two crossbow bolts into the monster. The beast howled and whirled to face the monster hunter.

“Run!” Y/n sprinted towards the exit. Van Helsing kept the beast occupied with his crossbow. For a brief moment, he saw an open wound on the creatures underbelly.

The creature reared up again, and Gabriel fired a crossbow bolt at the wound. The monster howled and staggered, clawing at it’s chest. Finally, it fell to the ground. With a spasm it began to shrink, until it was a middle aged man covered in black goo.

“Gabriel?” Van Helsing turned to find y/n standing at the exit, armed with nothing but a fireplace poker from the church above.

“I thought I told you to run.” Y/n stepped into the library, staring with wide eyes at the the goo-covered man.

“I—wait, isn’t that one of the church’s men? The one who showed us the way here?” Gabriel gently turned the man over, finding that it was indeed the pastor of the church.

“Shit.”

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[bookworm-with-coffee]

MASTERLIST

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The Hobbit & Lord of the Rings 🍃

• Excuses - (Thorin Oakenshield x Child!Reader) Part One, Part Two & Part Three

• LOTR/TH Characters as wrong number texts! - Part One, Part Two & Part Three

• Sleepless Nights - (Fili x Reader)

• Insecurities - (Kili x Reader)

• Softly - (Kili x Reader)

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Assassin's Creed 🗡

(*mainly writing for Assassin's Creed III & Rogue )

• Aesthetics - Shay Cormac , Haytham Kenway , Liam O'Brien & Chevalier de la Verendrye

• Torn - (Liam O'Brien x Reader)

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Hogwarts Legacy 🪄

• Incorrect Quotes - Punch in the Crotch

• Aesthetics - Ominis Gaunt & Sebastian Sallow

• The Greatest Heist of All - (Slytherin Boys x Reader)

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Van Helsing 🦇

• Night Terrors - (Van Helsing Boys x Reader Imagines)

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Being Human 🩸

• Dancing With Death - (John Mitchell x Reader) Part One, Part Two & Part Three - COMING SOON

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Star Trek 🪐

(*mainly writing for AOS movie series - 2009-16)

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[6lostgirl6]

Hey bestie, can you do one for me with Van Helsing where he saves the reader from vamps and then lets you tag along with him cause said vamps killed your parents and over time you two fall for each other??? Fem reader please. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

My Kind of Woman

Pairing: Gabriel Van Helsing x Fem!Reader

TW: Cursing, slight gore, dead parents

"Please, can I go with you?"

"No."

Gabriel continued walking, carrying his signature crossbow as he barged through the intense thicket. Behind him, you appeared as you brushed away a stray leaf from your hair. Your favorite dress shredded from sharp branches and coated in brown from the mud.

"Why not?" You asked, trying to keep up with his long strides. "I could help!"

"The only thing you would do is slow me down." He replied, trained eyes drifting from tree to tree, his gaze searching for something unseen. "And get yourself killed."

You sighed as you wiped away the tears that were starting to dry, your hair sticking to your cheeks. You felt like a mess, however you couldn't blame yourself for the situation you were put in.

It was been several hours since the incident. A traumatic change in your life that you've never expected to occur and discovering that humans weren't the only monsters that walked amongst you.

You were paralyzed, watching in horror with tears streaming down your face as two monterous creatures feasted on the corpses of your dead parents. The lifeless gaze of your mother haunted your subconscious as you own gaze returned her own. Your father was already almost devoured, the pale bat-like monster licking its bloody claws while the other continued tearing through your mother's own jugular.

You couldn't understand why they were keeping you alive, taking their time to traumatize you before they would brutally make you their next meal. The monsters that seemed to take pleasure in your suffering and it will be your turn soon. Your pitiful end when you thought you barely started your beginning.

Until he arrived. Your savior.

It was an intense battle and you couldn't take your eyes away from the man that seemed to be made to defeat monsters. With his strong, massive stature and fierce precision with the crossbow that he had strapped to his back, he was able to vanquish the horrifying bat-like creatures.

Gabriel stood there, watching your traumatized figure staring at the ashes of the vampires he had slain and clinging onto the corpse of your mother. He sighed to himself, feeling guilt torment his heart that he didn't arrive sooner, saving you from this cruel reality.

He hesitated before stepping closer to you, hovering behind your sitting figure. The crushing of leaves captured your attention and you turned slightly towards him, your doe-eyed expression full of tears made him falter in his words.

"...There is a town a few miles West from here, there's a church there and I'm sure they'll take you in." He said, staring down at you.

You continued to stare at him, causing him to shuffle a little, feeling awkward at comforting. "You'll be safe there. Take this." He proceeded to pull a map from one of his many pockets and handed it to you.

You hesitated before taking it.

Gabriel watched as you looked through the map and he glanced around for any sense of danger. Finding none, he gave you one last glance.

"Take care." Awkwardly, he patted your shoulder and walked away, leaving you sitting there in the dirt surrounded by carnage. 

No, he was not going to leave you here. 

"But I have nowhere else to go." You whispered, voice cracking as tears filled your eyes once more.

He paused, hearing the hurt in your voice which caused him to feel a little guilty for how he was acting towards you. He felt bad for you, truly he did, however he would never forgive himself if he allowed you to travel with him and get yourself killed, he would blame himself for eternity. Plus, he wasn’t used to having another companion with him on his missions, more accustomed to being a lone wolf that kept away from others. 

Fuck, you could also die if you gotten lost trying to find the next town over which left him in a little bit of a predicament.

He sighed before turning towards you, lowering his weapon as he continued to stare at you. He had to admit, you were gorgeous, depite your blood-stained dress and reddened eyes from your tears. God, you were going to be the death of him.

“Why would you want to come with me? This life is dangerous and you shouldn’t involve yourself with this mess.” He asked, watching you intensely as you shuffled a little in your place. He figured you would change your mind and walk away, heading for the town. 

However, he was severely wrong. 

“I want to help you kill these creatures. Nobody should go through what I’ve experienced and if I can do something about it, I want in.” Your voice was full of passion, lacking the hurt that you once held. Your gaze focusing on his own were full of fire and Gabriel was left speechless for once in his life. 

‘Maybe I’ll be the one that gets killed.’ He thought to himself. 

“Fine.” He answered, turning his head away, adjusting his wide-brimmed fedora to conceal his heated gaze from your figure. “If you stay with me, you listen and obey everything that I tell you, understood?”

With tears returning to your eyes, you smiled and nodded. “Of course!”

“Good.” Without another word, he stalked off again, which you feel like he would do very often during your time with him.

You smiled more and quickly followed along.

"First off, we need to get you out of that dress, last thing I want for you is tripping and that's a death sentence."

The sudden neighing captured your attention.

You paused as you noticed a large black horse that was situated with its reigns tied to a tree branch, securing it from wandering off. You quickly realized that it was his horse, and you would be sharing.

Gabriel unloaded a large dufflebag that seemed to be filled to the brim with equipment, camping supplies, and spare clothes.

He looked through for a moment before pulling out a shirt and trousers that were definitely going to be much bigger on you. Silently, he handed them to you and pointed towards the tree before turning away to start building a fire.

Looks like you both were going to camp for the night?

Shrugging your shoulders, you walked behind the tree and spared another glance, making sure he wasn't looking in your direction for a perverted peek. Seeing that he was still busy with his task, you quickly changed, pulling off your dress and replacing it with his shirt and trousers. Of course, the trousers were too long, brushing over your feet while the sleeves of your shirt went well past your fingertips. You left your shoes on as they weren't damaged.

Hesitating, you stepped out from behind the tree and joined him, sitting next to him as he was finishing up with the fire, sparks coming to life.

"Here, you can use this." You said, handing your dress to him to use as fuel for the dry logs.

Gabriel could feel his cheeks redden at the sight of you in his clothes that seemed to devour you and the feeling of the material of your dress in his hands.

"Thanks." He replied, before adding the dress to the pile and watching as the flames became bigger and brighter. He turned towards you and noticed your feet practically swallowed by the material. "Let me help with that."

Carefully, he grabbed your ankle while pulling out a small hunting knife that he carried on his person.

You flushed a little, watching as he carefully carved away the excess material and freeing your feet before using it as more fuel for the fire.

He glanced over at you before looking away. "What's your name."

"(Y/n). What's yours?" You asked.

"Gabriel." He replied, turning a little towards you and staring at you from under the brim of his fedora. "Pretty name for a pretty girl like yourself."

"O-Oh, thanks." Your heart threatened to stop having your savior compliment your appearance even though you felt like you were the opposite at the moment.

Gabriel wanted to hit himself, he didn't realize he said that out loud until you thanked him and he was ready to turn in for the night and hopefully ignore your presence until the morning.

"...You're welcome."

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You smirked, putting your heeled boot against the temple of the goblin you had slain, retrieving the arrow that was lodged in the back of its head. Grimacing at the oozing wound of green blood staining your weapon, you wiped it against your trousers.

"I'm getting better at this." You muttered to yourself, putting the arrow away into the safety of your quiver.

Gabriel would be proud.

It has been six months since you've joined Gabriel as his hunting companion and you wouldn't have it any other way. After months of Gabriel's challenging training and gruesome endeavors with monsterous creatures, you were becoming a phenomenal monster hunter.

After a few months accompanying your savior, you were beginning to notice unknown feelings wrap around your heart and squeeze whenever you were near his presence. Gabriel was an awkward man in the beginning, however things have prospered and you came to understand how caring and quite charming he can be. Soon after, you realized the feeling you had for him was love.

However, you never brought about mentioning your feelings for him. Whether it was the fear of rejection or losing the friendship you've both built, you hesitated in letting your feelings be known. If you had an idea that he returned your feelings, you would have confessed long ago.

"Good work, (y/n)."

You quickly turned, smiling at the approaching figure of the man that held your affections. "Fancy spotting you here." You teased.

Gabriel returned the smile and looked down at the goblin that remained motionless. He noticed how much you have improved with immense skill, and it honestly terrified him. What if you didn't need him anymore?

For three months, Gabriel has been pining for the return of your affections. Due to him being an awkward man that was used to being alone, he didn't know how he could display his feelings for you the correct way. Simple touches on the shoulder and praises when you successfully defeated a monster was the only time he was able to show you how much he loved you.

Perhaps you simply didn't feel the same or believed he was just doing what any mentor would do for his student. He needed to push a little more.

"Like I would ever leave you." He replied, glancing towards you.

You felt your cheeks warm before turning away. "You can't, you're stuck with me." You replied, turning back to him and giving him a playful smile.

"I wouldn't have it any other way." He stepped closer, forcing you to step back. He continued walking towards you until you were flushed against the tree.

"Gabriel..." You whispered, looking up at him with pure adoration and confusion in your eyes. "What are you...?"

"What do you feel for me?" He asked instead, returning your gaze, searching for something he desperately wished to see.

"I feel..." You hesitated, glancing away and placing a hand over your chest. Your heart was rapidly beating and butterflies were fluttering in your stomach.

"I know what I feel for you." He gripped your chin between his thumb and forefinger before returning your eyes to meet his own. "Something that I never thought I would ever know."

"And what's that?" You asked, wrapping your fingers around his wrist where his hand kept its firm grip against your chin.

"That you were made for me."

Without another word, he pulled you into a kiss which you gladly returned.

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[thepaperpanda]

Naughty Nun || Gabriel Van Helsing x Reader Smut

Summary: You're the nun working at an old abbey. You happen to know Gabriel Van Helsing himself, the greatest monster hunter of all time. After another mission, he visits you and he's hurt. He expects you to help him, not only to deal with his wounds.

Warnings: Smut

Words: 1875

Authors: Cass & Rouge

A/N: We fell in love with Hugh Jackman, not so long time ago we watched Van Helsing together and were like “Let’s write something!”, so we did! We are sure he won’t appear on our blog ever again but we simply wanted to write it! ENJOY!

Gabriel wasn't really lucky, sure, he was an infamous monster hunter known as Van Helsing but even he had bad days. Encounter with a group of vampires was the main reason for it. In short, it didn't go so well, Gabriel didn't get bitten but he got pretty beaten up.

Now, covered in dirt, blood, bruises and other unidentified injuries, he hobbled to one of the chapels to find his friend who was a great nurse.

"I am done for today," Gabriel muttered going trough big entrance. "Oh, sister Y/N. I kinda... I kinda need your help." He said loudly, he knew the chapel will be empty at this point so he wasn't afraid someone's gonna see him.

You rushed to him, holding hems of your habit in one hand, you slipped arm under his shoulder to support him. "Van Helsing, what the hell has happened to you this time?!," you asked. "Don't answer, I don't really want to know!" You led him to another room and sat him in the wooden bench. "Wait here and don't die, I go brings medicaments!," you informed him.

"Hell? Isn't it like the forbidden word for you!?" He asked, teasing you. No matter the state he was in, he never stopped testing you. You weren't a real sister, you were helping around the chapel a lot but that was it, Gabriel felt less guilty for flirting with you or teasing you that other sisters didn't scold him.

Gabriel let out a growl as he tried to slowly remove layers of clothes that would for sure interrupt in your work. He removed his coat and then his thick shirt, now he was sitting shirtless, waiting at you like a good boy he 'was'.

You ran to him, holding small wooden box with bandages and some kind of mixtures. "Fuck, it doesn't look good, Gabriel," you told him as you poured some alcohol on the rag. "Oh, look, I see a warewolf!," You pointed on the ceiling and when he looked up you pressed the rag soaked with alcohol to his wound. "I'm sorry, tried to distract you."

Gabriel yelled and hissed loudly. "FUCK! It didn't help! Couldn't you simply hit me in the head!?" He said highly annoyed and let out a loud sigh. "Thank you for your help, sister," Gabriel said. "And I got into a fight with a pack of vampires." He informed you. "I think they broke my ribs..."

You shook your head. "Have I missed something? Two days ago you sworn at the holy Crucifix that you won't be messing with them without proper equipment and now this? Eh, Gabriel, you fucking dumbshit," you whispered into his ear and kissed his cheek briefly. You pressed his sides gently and smiled. "They ain't broken. Don't worry. I gotta put stitches though."

He rolled his eyes. "This wasn't my idea, I got a mission to do." Gabriel told you and hissed as you pressed on his ribs. "Oh, so now you whisper dumbshit but you were saying hell out loud? Nice sister." He teased you before stealing a kiss from your lips with a cocky smile on his.

"Shut your mouth, Van Helsing, and maybe you'll get some of the treat," you winked at him. You gently cleaned wounds in his chest and stomach, one of them required stitches so you out them on. Then, you wrapped each wound in bandage and prepared him some mixture to drink. "Drink, it's gonna help."

He looked at you with the suspicious look but took the bottle from you. Gabriel took a sip and was ready to spit it out because of the taste but he swallowed the mixture. "What the hell was that?" He muttered wiping his lips.

"Something that will help you gain proper level of stamina," you informed softly and offered him hand. "Come on, we gotta out your ass to bed so you can rest, sweetie."

Gabriel grabbed your hand and smiled. "Now I am sweetie but before I was a dumbshit. You change your mind really often, sister Y/N." He teased as he followed you to your room. Inside, he locked the door and wrapped his arm around your waist. "So, sister. Let's see if your mixture started work and I know the excellent way to test my stamina." Gabriel purred and kissed you.

You led him to your bed and pushed him on it. "You can watch but don't ya dare to touch," you pretended to sound angrily.

You moved your body and rocked hips as you were slowly taking your thick, brown robe of, reviling your shoulder first. "Like what you see?"

Gabriel smiled and giggled. "Oh, sister, I have a feeling that devil himself took control over you." He said getting comfortable on the bed despite alle the injurys that slighlty annoyed him.

You slipped your habit lower, freeing your boobs. You looked at him and smilee, playing with them a little before slipping rest of your robe down. Younwere in your velvet panties only, you walked to him and looked a him from above. "Ah, Gabriel. What shall I do with you, huh? Look what you're doing to me. First you got into troubles and later you came like a hit puppy to me to be rescued."

"Just come here!" He grabbed your waist and pulled you into the bed. Gabriel quickly turned both of you so he was towering over you. He kissed you deeply, slipping his tongue into your mouth as his thumb stroked your cheek. Gabriel pulled away after a moment and looked at you with eyes full of adoration. "I missed you, Y/N." Man addmited before pulling you into another kiss.

You reached hands to his belt and undid it quickly looking him deep in the eyes. "Oh, how much I missed you, Gabriel. I was afraid everyday that you might not come back to me," you slipped hand in his pants and smiled, wrapping palm around his soft member. You squeezed and jerked on him while kissing him with tongue.

Gabriel growled into a kiss as you jerked him off. "Such a naughty, naughty sister you are." He purred before returning to kiss. Gabriel missed you so much that just a bit of your touch made him rock hard. "And look what are you doing to me."

You rolled with him trying to be careful to not hurt him. You tugged his pants down and pumped his shaft few times before taking him in your mouth.

Gabriel gasped and looked down on you. "Fuck, Y/N." He moaned quietly before moving his hand into your hair to gain some of the control over your movement. He bucked his hips to push himself deeper into your throat, Gabriel was really desperat for any feeling.

You pulled him out of your mouth to lick vein on his lower part. You sucked his cock before sucking it back into you mouth and bobbing head quickly back and forth. Your free hand massaged his balls as you deep-throated him.

"Fuck." He gasped and rolled his head back into your pillow. Gabriel grabbed your hair and your head down, pushing his cock as deep as possible. He emptied himself into your throat and sighed loudly. "I think I waited on you too long or I got too excited." He teased you.

"I see this, Gabriel," you said as you slipped out of your panties and straddled his bearded face. "If you'll be a good boy, you'll get a price," you informed.

Gabriel smiled and wrapped arms around your hips, he pulled you down to place gently kisses on your clit and lips. First, he played with you by sucking your lips gently before pushing just the tip of his tongue past your lips. Soon he started to eat you at like a hungry animal.

"Oh my holy hell," you rolled head back into your head, pleasure was already unbearable. You waited for this too long. You craved him and his touch, he was spinning your head round. You rocked your hips quickly trying to.het more friction while.you reached your hand back to jerk over his yet hard again member.

"Don't use this word, sister." He lectured you and winked at you before pressing his face to your heat, pushing his tongue deep into you. One of his hand relised your hip and his hand traveled to your entrance. Gabriel looked up on you before he started pushing two fingers into you. Now he was eating you out while fingering you.

"Fuck you, van Helsing," you grunted rolling head back and jerking hardly onto his cock. Soon, you got off his face and bended down to kiss his lips, you tasted your wetness on them and grinned happily. Then, you straddled his lap and guided his cock right into your core, your pussy sucked it all and you let out a moan.

He smiled and gladly kissed you back. Gabriel sat up, pulling you closer to him, he started to buck his hips into you while playing with one of your breasts. He was kissing and biting your neck as his fingers played with your nipple.

"Just like this, Gabriel and you'll fucking make me cum so hard around your sweet cock," you whispered into his ear as your nails digged into his shoulders. You bucked your hips for him as well, his cock was spreading your inner walls on and on.

"Come on, don't hold it, sweetheart. I want to feel you, I want to feel your pussy spasming around my hard cock." Gabriel purred and his hand traveled to your clit to rub gently circles there. His thrusts became deeper and faster.

"God, yes, yes, yes!," You threw head back in outburst of pleasure that overwhelmed your body. Cold shivers ran down your spine. After a second you removed yourself from him and laid down on your side, wiggling your bun at him. "Come one, van Helsing, what are you waiting for? Come on and save me, I'm losing my mind."

He let out a quiet, tired chuckle. "You really love to tease me." Gabriel purred and laid down on his side right behind you. He let out a quiet hiss because of his injuries but soon he pushed back into you. He took your leg and place it above his hips, his hand traveled to your clit to continue his fun while he fucked you hard.

You reached hand back to wrap.it around his neck, you were a moaning mess, whimpering his name and whining about how good your pussy feels.when it's being fucked by his rock hard cock. You massaged you breasts then placed hamd on his palm between your thighs. "I'm cumming!" You screamed.

"Good girl." He purred and kissed your nape as his hips didn't stop moving. Gabriel followed you soon and pushed deep inside of you, filling you up. He growled and nuzzled to your back as he tried to catch his breath, the hand that was on your clit now gently stroked your belly. "I love you, Y/N." He whispered, kissing your shoulder.

You turned your head to kiss him deeply, lazily. "I love you too. Nuzzle to me and rest, you're safe and sound.”

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Caught By Moonlight: Chapter 13

McCree’s POV

The five of them split up as they neared the castle. It was unlike one McCree had ever seen, but so was this world. It was sterile and cold, with no signs of life. Of course, Jesse knew that the Manananggal made nests in dimensions but to have one here in the between world….

This world was dangerous, Jesse knew. It was a step between life and death, and if they died here, their souls would forever be trapped to live among an empty plains, unable to leave. Unable to move on.

Perhaps Jesse didn’t believe in God, but he believed in a better place after death. And this sure as hell was not it.

As Jesse and Hanzo neared, Jesse could see that the castle was actually in the middle of a massive canyon. Looking down, the two could only see so far down, the canyon growing darker and darker. From what they could see, there were many small bridges made from dirt and rock that reached between the castle and the outside walls of the cavern, all at different levels and sides of the structure.

After a moment, Hanzo pointed at one bridge that was perhaps fifty feet down, but not too far away. “There’s a door at the other end of that one,” he says after a moment. “Most of the others have holes. I assume that the Manananggal don’t use doors, so I would think the doors a bit safer.”

A slow grin lit Jesse’s face as he shoved down the unease growing in him. “Nice observation, Shimada. There’s only one bridge that’s level with us now and the others will have to use it. The bridges all look awfully small,” Jesse said, rubbing his chin in thought.

What neither of them said was how small they really were. There was at least sixty feet between the castle and the sides of the canyon, but the bridges were dangerously thin in the middle. Would they be able to hold them?

“Should I…?” Hanzo trailed off in question after a moment, turning his head slightly to look at Jesse. His eyes seemed to change, becoming bright blue and cat like.

Biting down on the toothpick between his teeth, Jesse knew that if Hanzo transformed now that surely everyone would learn of their presence, if they didn’t know already. This already felt like a trap: but Jesse couldn’t afford to lose this opportunity.

No, Jesse had been looking for Zenyatta for a long time. If McCree didn’t do this now, it might be his last chance to take the bastard down.

“Nah,” Jesse said after a moment, before reaching onto his belt. He’d taken some precautions and brought a long rope with him, which had been on his belt. “Thanks, darlin’, but its too risky. We’ll just have to scale the wall. It isn’t too far down.”

Hanzo didn’t seem particularly excited about the idea, Jesse took from his expression, but Jesse knew that he’d follow him no matter what. Now all there was to do was find something to tie it to..

“I’ll hold the rope and lower you down,” Hanzo said, taking the end of the rope and wrapped it around his arm and hand four times each. “I’ll make it down after without the rope.“

Jesse blinked in surprise, before raising an eyebrow. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, buttercup, but I‘m not exactly light,” he chuckled, though he wondered if his odd partner meant it.

A scowl that Jesse both knew and loved covered Hanzo’s face, but the demon walked closer. Dangerously close, their arms grazing as Hanzo slid the rope through the loops of Jesse’s belt and began to tie it.

Jesse didn’t know when he’d fallen for this strange man, but he sure as hell loved him.  “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, ‘buttercup’, but I’m not your average demon,” Hanzo said, surprising Jesse by the tenderness in his eyes. It always caught him by surprise though, when Hanzo showed even the barest feeling or vulnerability with him.

Before he could ask, Hanzo turned away and dug his feet into the ground a few feet from the edge. “Hurry. We don’t have any time to waste,” Hanzo says crisply, returning to the demon he knew so well.

Pausing, Jesse knew the man was right. “Fine. But if you drop me, I’ll friggin sing the whole damn mission. I know how you love Romeo and Juliet by Taylor Swift,” Jesse chuckled, and smirked at the vicious glare the demon gave him.

For a moment, he was almost scared.

Giving the rope one last tug to make sure it was strong, Jesse began to lower himself over the side of the cliff. He couldn’t help the nudge of panic as he looked down at the endless abyss below, but Hanzo had tied the rope securely and as promised, he didn’t so much as budge when taking on Jesse’s weight.

Jesse lowered himself carefully, the walls around him having little to no places for his footing. No where that would hold him…how Hanzo planned to get down, he didn’t know, but the demon always had a way. 

It seemed like forever, but only a minute or so later Jesse’s foot felt something solid below him. Peeking down, it was most certainly the bridge. He let out a deep breath, and decided that heights…might not be his thing after all.

“I’m all good, darlin’,” he called up in a hushed voice, before turning to look at the bridge.

Not only was the middle thin, but the bridge itself was narrow. They’d have to go one at a time, Jesse thought and grimaced. If it broke on one of them, the two would be a goner…

The rope suddenly went slack around his waist and Jesse looked up…just in time to catch Hanzo in his arms with a loud grunt and a snarl, barely managing to keep his balance. Hanzo was shocking light, though the impact still sent a shock through his legs.

“What the hell was that?” he growled, but he was relieved that he’d at least caught the demon instead of a worse fate.

The demon didn’t even have the grace to look apologetic as he shrugged, neither of them speaking for a moment as Jesse kept him in his arms. “I don’t want to talk about it,” he said finally, grimacing. He didn’t want to admit he’d slipped, nor did he like the fact that Jesse would likely compare him later to a damsel in distress.

He would have badgered Hanzo but the sound of wings flapping in the distance caused him to freeze. “Damn it…we need to get across now. Quickly…but it won’t hold us both,” he growled, putting Hanzo down on his feet.

The archer took a moment to study the bridge, considering the options. McCree kept glancing at the sky, knowing they only had minutes before more Manananggal arrived to fly to their nests.

“You go first, McCree. I’ll keep the rope tied to my arm-If you slip, I will not let you fall. I promise,” Hanzo said at last, looking at McCree with a serious expression.

The plan seemed correct, but Jesse broke the bridge on his way over….Hanzo would have no way over. “What if-” Jesse started.

“Now, McCree. We don’t have time,” Hanzo hissed, shoving his shoulder lightly and Jesse took a step away from the wall, away from the thickest part of the bridge. 

Swallowing hard, Jesse was much too aware of the tapering bridge, of the fact that it would be all too easy to fall. Was there a bottom, he wondered? Was it so deep and dark that the rest of the Manananggal hid down there?

It was a struggle to focus on moving his feet forward, but somehow he managed as he pushed himself to continue across. Each step was careful, one foot in front of the other. He could feel Hanzo’s eyes on him, could tell that the demon was tense. Would this be a success?

As Jesse made it close to the middle, he felt the world waver in his mind. The bridge was so narrow now that he had to put one foot in front of another. It was like walking on a thicker tight rope, but one that might break any second. He heard the sound of tiny rocks falling off as he shuffled, his arms held out at his side.

“You are doing good, Jesse. Almost there,” Hanzo encouraged, his eyes scanning the skies and his mouth tightened as he saw the black specks in the distance. “But could you…hurry a bit more?”

“Yes, Hanzo. Just let me skip across!” Jesse said sarcastically. “Because this is so damn easy. Would you just-”

A cry cut him off and Jesse’s head whipped around. There was one, probably that had come from a hole above. It had spotted him on the bridge, its eyes glowing red with hunger and bloodlust. They were still as ugly as he remembered, too.

It dove toward him, moving faster then he had thought they could move. In that second, Jesse’s panic got the better of him and he immediately leapt forward, bounding across the bridge in long, rough steps. The worry of falling was still there, but so was the worry of his face being ripped off.

Just as he made it to a thicker part of the bridge, the Manananggal was upon him. Jesse saw the flash of its claws, saw the glimmer of blood and teeth, even as he ran  desperately for the wall only a few feet ahead of him.

The rope tightened before going slack, and the impact of the creature never occurred. Jesse’s hand closed on the knob of the door, twisting and ripping the door open. The adrenaline was pounding through his blood, his heart racing a hundred miles per hour and he stepped in the dark, feeling temporarily safe.

Turning, Jesse was about to call back to Hanzo to hurry across, that he would cover him. Except Hanzo was standing where Jesse had been only two moments before, a dagger driven into the chest of the Manananggal. Claws had ripped into Hanzo’s shoulders and Hanzo’s other hand held an arrow that was buried deep into the eye of the creature.

Blood streamed down Hanzo’s muscles, and it seemed the two were almost frozen. And then the Manananggal’s body started to twitch and spasm, and Hanzo managed to push it off.

Jesse saw it fall away, fall back into the chasm and disappear into the darkness below. Immediately he lunged, even as he saw Hanzo sway, just managing to catch his arm and drag the demon into his arms. 

Pulling back toward the door, he half carried Hanzo through and sat him against the wall, leaving the door open as he crouched beside him. “Hanzo! Hanzo, answer me, buttercup,” Jesse said, panicked as he tried to look at the wounds on his shoulders.

The gouges from the claws looked deep, but Jesse had a hard time seeing more with the lack of light. Little scared the cowboy, but the moment he’d turned and seen Hanzo like that…it spooked him pretty bad. 

A hand took Jesse’s trembling one, and in the dim light he jaw Hanzo lift his head. “I’m fine, Jesse,” Hanzo said gently. “Don’t fret. Just give me a minute or two to heal.” Hanzo’s voice sounded so normal, like nothing had happened.

“But your wounds-” Jesse started.

“Jesse,” Hanzo cut him off. “I am fine. I promise. It will be healed within a few minutes, or mostly healed. It will take much for then some little Manananggal to kill me.”

The barest smile lifted Hanzo’s lips as he looked up at Jesse. “You sound so worried, cowboy,” Hanzo murmured, before pressing a soft kiss to Jesse’s hand briefly.

Taking a deep breath, Jesse managed to push down the terror he’d felt. Hanzo was okay...he hadn’t realized how he would react to such a thing. Hanzo almost never got injured: no one ever got close enough, his skills usually defying logic. And yet, without even a second thought Hanzo ran between Jesse and the Manananggal.

After a moment, Jesse’s face scrunched up and he scowled. “You’re damn stupid,” he mutters, getting up and turning his back on him. He didn’t like being weak in front of the demon, to show that something really did frighten him.

“A thank you would have sufficed,” Hanzo says, but after a second he’s pushing himself up onto his feet. “Lets get moving, shall we?”

It wasn’t safe to stay here, he knew. Light wasn’t an option either, Jesse knew, so he’d have to rely on Hanzo to guide him through the pitch black. Only the demon could see in the dark, and neither could afford running into anymore...unwanted company.

Taking one last look at the wounds, he saw that Hanzo was right. They were already beginning to close up, and at worst might leave a nasty scar. The Shimada’s are much more powerful then Jesse had originally thought, he pondered.

Using the rope, Jesse help on and let Hanzo begin to lead them. They needed no words- the two were so used to going on missions together that they often knew how these situations worked out before they were even in them.

Finally within the castle walls, the two began their journeys into the depths of the Manananggal nest, hopeful for their success.

[bluedrawsanddreams]

Van Helsing x Valerious! Reader

A/n: I have seen that movie on Netflix many times (I lost count), and thought about writing a story so suddenly. Enjoy!

Update: this story is edited. 

As you hid behind a bush with Anna, your sister by your side, you kept your glance on Velkan, who was tied to a post by his hands in the middle of the forest. You had a bad feeling about this plan, but when you turn to look at her, she gave a reassuring grin, as if to say that the plan will work. 

Since your father was missing 12 months ago, you, along with your older brother and sister, promised yourselves that you would kill Dracula before your ancestors will enter heaven. However, since you were the youngest of the two, they also made a promise to protect you, no matter the cost. Of course, you were determined enough to prove that you would take on Dracula or anything else, despite Anna or Velkan having to lecture you about your stubbornness and nearly getting killed. 

You didn’t care, though. You just hated being the defenseless one. 

Soon, a twig nearby snapped, causing Velkan to turn his attention in a different direction, maybe to where the creature is hiding. You couldn’t tell what he was saying under his breath, but you could tell that he is determined, just like you and Anna both are, to stop it. 

Suddenly, the creature, now revealing itself as a werewolf, leaped out of the bushes, and Velkan jumped up on top of the post before the monster can catch him. He grabbed onto the rope and was pulled up, only enough for the werewolf to unsuccessfully jump up and grab him. 

You then came out of your hiding place, followed by Anna, before one of the villagers stopped you. “(Y/N), don’t! It will kill you!”

“That’s my brother and sister out there!” You said and broke out of his grasp. 

Velkan saw you both coming in and shouted at the villagers to cut the rope now, just as the werewolf turned to look at you with your weapons ready. It leaped off the post to get to you but fell right into the trap below it, and then is lifted up nearly to the top of the tree. 

“My gun! Find my gun!” Velkan shouted, from a branch of the tree. 

“Find Velkan’s gun! It has to be the silver bullets!” Anna shouted as she searched the ground for his gun. 

You soon found his weapon, a bit far away from where the trap is. 

“Move!” You pushed two villagers and rush to his gun, before the cage where the werewolf is in suddenly fell to the ground. 

“(Y/N)! Look out!” 

You look up to see the cage fall too close to you and suddenly made a dash, running for your life. 

“(Y/N)! Run!” Anna’s voice called from afar, and the werewolf started chasing after you. 

As fast your legs can carry you, with it not far behind you, you eventually stopped at the edge of the cliff. 

“Oh, no,” you thought. “This is it.” 

You turned to finally see the creature leaping at you, ready to make its kill. But then, Velkan pushed you of the way, and you can hear a gunshot, then a scream, his scream, which faded as he fell into the water below. Y

our dreaded thoughts are confirmed when you pushed yourself off the ground and saw ripples of the water move. As you stood there, heartbroken for the loss of your brother, Anna came out from the bushes and looked down in the direction you were looking for. 

“This is all my fault,” you said through silent sobs. “It’s all my fault. I let that thing kill him.” “(Y/N), no. It’s not. We’ll try and find him if he lives” She laid a hand on your shoulder. “I promise.” 

You then looked up to the horizon, as you heard Anna mutter, “God...help us.”

It wasn’t until a few days later, after you both came back in the village of Vaseria, that you saw two men walking to the well, as the people gave them glares and suspicious looks, their weapons at the ready. They seem to be talking about the reasons why they need to kill Dracula, you can tell. You followed Anna as she stepped up to the well, with you standing beside her. 

“You, turn around,” She said to the strangers. 

They did so, but one of them had a hat covering half his face. You were rather intrigued by this man, about the way he looked at you and Anna, who had her hands on her hips. 

“Let us see your faces,” she said. 

“Why?” The man with the hat asked. 

“Because we don’t trust strangers.” “Strangers don’t last long here,” the gravedigger said, using his bar to measure the short man standing with the other. 

“Gentlemen, you will now be disarmed,” you said, your eyes still on the intriguing man. 

He reached into his coat, a gun in view as the villagers close in. 

“You can try,” he said.

A few of the people back up a bit, seemingly afraid. 

“You refuse to obey our laws?” You asked. 

Anna looked at you, surprised by your confidence. 

“The laws of men mean little to me.” He looked up at you, his eyes finally staring into yours. 

To be honest, you are rather impressed with his supposed defiance and pride, and more intrigued about him. 

“Fine,” Anna replied. “Kill them.” 

You looked at her in complete shock, and the crowd starts to come on to the men. 

“I’m here to help you two,” the stranger with the hat said, and they suddenly stop. “We don’t need any help,” said Anna. 

“Really?” He replied. 

He abruptly pulled a crossbow weapon, pointing at her. Luckily, you were able to spot Dracula’s brides coming in, and pull her down with you before he started shooting at them. The villagers scattered to their hiding places, while the man continued to shoot at them, the brides sometimes taking hits and sometimes dodging them. 

“Everyone inside!” She yelled. 

You pulled out your sword, prepared to fight. But out of nowhere, you felt your feet leaving the ground, and claws lifting you up. A cry escaped your mouth as you dropped your sword, and Anna rushed to try and grab you, with no success. 

“(Y/N)!” She cried as you are lifted farther from the ground below. 

Luckily, the stranger saw you being carried away and managed to grab you by the ankles, and the bride dropped you both because of the weight. He landed on the ground feet-first and caught you in his arms bridal style. 

You both looked at each other for only a second, before he sent to you down quickly. “Stay here!” “No, you stay here! They’re trying to kill us!” You picked up your sword and went back to help Anna fight the three brides and get the villagers to safety. 

You were able to avoid one of them catching you before they suddenly vanished. 

That’s when you discover that the sun is already out, the reason why the brides disappeared. The stranger who saved you turned his attention and his crossbow to the well, and you and Anna did the same with your weapons in your hands ready. 

The three of you looked down the well to investigate before the sun disappeared into the clouds. You can hear the short man nervously trying to alert the stranger about it. 

Right at the moment, Aleera suddenly flew up out of the well, and grabbed you by your wrist, flying off the ground while laughing. The force knocked down both the stranger and Anna as she takes off with you. 

“Do you like to fly, (Y/N)?” She laughed evilly. 

Growling, you pulled out your knife and stabbed her foot, which caused her to let go, only to have Verona grab you as well. Before she can go any further, an arrow shot her in the foot, causing her to drop you again, and falling to a nearby roof. 

You attempt to grab on, but your hands failed to grab hold, so you fell to the ground while letting out a scream. 

The stranger, though, was quick enough to catch you again in his arms. Again, you both looked at each other, only a few seconds longer, before you remembered the situation you are in at the moment. 

The two of you ran back to the well, before Marishka, another of the brides suddenly flew in and knocked the stranger to the ground, with you dodging her attack. You suddenly start looking around for Anna, and where the other two brides are, while Marishka stood on a fence, preparing for her next attack. 

You then looked at the church, and an idea popped into your head. 

“The church!” You called to the stranger. 

He looked to the direction where you are pointing at, where the holy water is. After taking a few more hits from the bride, he saw that he is close to the crossbow weapon he had dropped earlier. 

The short man called to him, “Here she comes!”, which spurred him to race quickly to the church. 

He soon made it to where the water is, dipping his weapon in, and, as if in slow motion, he shot her straight into her heart multiple times, finally nailing her to the roof of a tower. 

A roof nearby suddenly behind you blew, and Verona and Aleera flew away while crying in agony. Fear struck you as you rushed to where you were hoping Anna could be, while Marishka dissolved to a skeleton and let out a cry in pain. 

As soon as you reached it, she only made it halfway out before you attacked her with a hug. She was caught off guard by it, but she returned the hug. She then checked your face for any injuries. 

“Are you alright? Did they hurt you?”

“I’m alright,” you replied, breathing heavily. “Did they get you?” “No, (Y/N), they didn’t. Thank God for that.” “He killed her.” She looked at you confused. “The stranger, he killed Marishka.” 

“I think I know who he is,” Anna said. 

You followed her to see the people surrounding him, waiting to kill at any moment. You were relieved for your sister to stop them from doing so in time.

“What name, my good sir, do I carve on your gravestone?” You heard the gravedigger ask the stranger. 

The crowd departed for you and Anna to walk through. 

“His name is Van Helsing,” she said. 

The villagers gasped and murmured at one another. 

The name struck you the most. You have heard of him in stories from a few of your friends a few years back before your father went missing. You were most amazed by his methods, even though most people were irritated for him “murdering” people he had encountered, by how daring and reckless he is. 

“Your reputation precedes you,” You said to him. 

The man, now known as Van Helsing, looks at you and walks over to where you are standing. “Next time, you and your sister stay close. You’re no good to me dead.” 

“Well, I’ll say this for you. You’ve got courage,” Anna continues. “He’s the first one to kill a vampire in over 100 years. And he saved me and my sister’s life. I say that earns him a drink.” 

You looked at him when she said that he saved you from the brides. Van Helsing noticed you looking at him, and him grinning at you caused you to blush profusely. 

“Your name is Van Helsing, huh?” you said to the man who saved you and Anna’s life. “I have heard of you in stories before, but I haven’t seen you in real life.”

“Gabriel Van Helsing,” he replied. “At least, that’s what I remember about my past.”

“So, how did you get here?” You asked him and the short man, who had introduced himself as Carl, while you and Anna walked down the hallway. 

“We came by sea,” Carl replied, him and the other man following the two of you. 

“Really? The sea?” Anna asked, curiosity and wonder in her voice. 

“Well, yes.”

“The Adriatic Sea?”

“So, where do I find Dracula?” Gabriel interrupted the conservation with Anna and Carl.

“He used to live in this very house four centuries ago,” you replied. “No one knows where he lives now.”

“Our father would stare at that painting for hours, looking for Dracula’s lair,” Anna spoke up, walking to gather up her weapons. “So, that’s why you’ve come?”

“I can help you two,” he said. 

Internally, you would love to let him help you, but deep down, you knew your sister wouldn’t let him do so. 

As the two of you gather your weapons, Gabriel and Anna started discussing why the vampires attacked in daylight and the whereabouts of Dracula, and about the loss of your last nine generations of your family. 

No, don’t think about Velkan, don’t think about him, you kept repeating the thought in your head, and attempted to hold the tears back. 

“I’m sorry about your father and brother,” you turned to see Gabriel following Anna down the hall. 

Don’t do it, don’t think about them. “I will see them again,” she said. “We Transylvanians always look to the bright side of death.”

“There’s a brighter side of death?”

“Yes. It’s just harder to see.” 

The last part you heard before you found yourself fleeing to the room where you used to spend time in as a child and barely closing the doors when the tears finally are let loose. 

Eventually, night fell, and you were still crying from losing both your brother and father and about messing everything else up in the past. 

“It’s all my fault, Velkan,” you said to yourself. “I wish it was me instead of you.” 

A thump came from somewhere in the house, and you stood up and walked to investigate the noise. Grabbing your sword, you search the place, fear growing in you quickly. 

Your back touched something and turned abruptly before seeing Anna with her gun in her hand. 

“Anna? What are you doing here?” “(Y/N), quiet. I think there’s a werewolf in here.” 

You looked down to see wet footprints on the floor, and your eyes grew in terror. The two of you continued searching before you saw water drip from above you, and low growling came from behind you. Anna was the first to look up and shoot at the creature, causing you to run to hide. 

Breathing heavily, you turn to run again, only to gasp and look up to see...

“Velkan?” You said in shock and happiness. 

There he is, standing before you, alive and well, besides his hair being wet and his clothes torn to shreds. 

He’s not dead, it must be a dream. You probably slept while you were crying, and are having a dream. 

Yet, he is actually standing in front of you. 

“(Y/N),” he replied, a smile on his face. 

“Oh, my god, you’re alive,” you cried tears of joy, placing your hand on his cheek. 

He wasn’t dead, he’s alive. 

Unfortunately, his face changed from relieved to frightened. 

“No. (Y/N), I only have a moment.”

“But there’s a werewolf--”

“Never mind! Listen to me! I know Dracula’s secret! He has a--” He stopped mid-sentence, and backed away from you, groaning and staggering backward. 

You only stood there, terror and sadness overwhelming you as you watched your brother, your only brother, climb up the wall and gaze at the full moon, then back at you one last time. 

“Run, (Y/N).” was the last thing he said to you before he transformed into a werewolf right in front of you, heartbroken that he is consumed by the curse placed upon him. 

“(Y/N)!” 

Gabriel’s voice gained the creature’s attention and he escaped through the window. 

As Anna checked over you, Gabriel went out with the bullets meant to kill a werewolf.

“(Y/N)? What happened?” She asked you, worry filling in her. 

“Velkan...” you said, crying. 

Anna caught on what you meant, and together, you went to find him. 

By the time you arrived at the graveyard, Gabriel was already prepared to shoot the werewolf. Though, to both of you, he was still your brother. 

You suddenly rushed to him and pushed his gun up. 

“NO!” You shouted. 

The werewolf who was once your brother dodged the bullet and escaped climbing up a building. 

“MOVE!”

“No!” You cried. 

The creature has made it out over the house. Both you and Anna looked on before you felt Gabriel’s hand grab you by the neck, and your back colliding with the building. You cried out, your fingers wrapping around his hand to break free from his grasp. 

“Leave her alone!” Anna cried, startled at the reaction. 

He ignored her, his hand still around your neck.

“Why?”

“You’re choking me!” You gasped. 

“Give me a reason not to.”

“I can’t. If people knew...” 

He let you go and you coughed to let the air come back in your lungs. 

“He’s not your brother anymore, (Y/N)!” He shouted. 

You and Anna looked at him, confused and shocked at the same moment. 

“You knew?” She asked him, anger and hurt in her voice. 

“Yes.”

“Before or after she stopped you from shooting him?” You both walked to where he is standing. 

“Before.” 

Betrayal and anger took over you. He knew about your brother the whole time? Without even telling you? How could he?

“And still you tried to kill him!” You yelled at him in your rage. 

“He’s a werewolf. He’s gonna kill people!”

“He can’t help it! It’s not his fault!”

“I know, but he’ll do it, anyway!”

“Do you understand forgiveness?” Anna asked him, angry at him for not telling her as well. 

“Yes, I ask for it often.”

“They say Dracula has a cure.”

“Then, if there’s a chance we can save our brother, I’m going after it,” you said to them and turned to leave, but Gabriel stopped you. 

“No, I need to find Dracula.”

“And I need to find our brother! He gave his life for us. He’s the only family we have left. We despise Dracula more than you can ever imagine. He has taken everything from us, leaving us alone in this world.” 

Turning away, uncontrollable soft sobs came out of your lips, and you crossed your arms in defeat. Anna placed a hand on your shoulder since she understood your pain and loss. 

It was the truth. Velkan had given up and risked his life to save you and Anna both, only to be taken from you again when you just found him alive. And Dracula had stolen everything you loved dearly away from you, and left you alone and defenseless against the world. 

You were the most determined to finish him off more than Anna ever is, to avenge your father and brother, too. 

“To have memories of those you loved and lost...” you can hear Gabriel say, to you and Anna presumably. “Is perhaps harder than having no memories at all.” 

You both turned to see him looking at you with soft and determined eyes. 

“All right. We’ll look for your brother.”

As you approached the Frankenstein castle, you talked to the man about your personal goals, to the part when you, Velkan and Anna had vowed to stop Dracula. 

Gabriel had explained to you that he was sent from Rome by the Knights of the Holy Order, an organization hidden from the world, which dedicated themselves to protect the world from deadly monsters and nightmarish villains. You were interested in his work, even though you have been told by others that he was known as a murderer. Anna walked ahead of you, though she can clearly hear the conversation going between you two. 

“So why do you do it, this job of yours? What do you hope to get out of it?” You asked him. 

“I don’t know. Maybe some self-realization.” He examined the ground for footprints and looked up for clues. 

“What have you got out of it so far?” 

“Nightmares.” He saw a tuft of fur on a nearby branch, and taking it in his hand, examined it. 

“Werewolves only shed before the first full moon,” Anna replied, taking the fur to look at it closer. “Before the curse has completely consumed them.” 

You hated to think of Velkan trapped in a curse such as this. 

The three of you rushed over to where the castle of Frankenstein is still standing. 

“What is this place?” Gabriel asked you. 

“Castle Frankenstein,” she answered. “But it should be abandoned.”

“I don’t understand,” you spoke up. “The man who lived was killed a year ago. A grave robber, among other things.”

“A year ago,” Gabriel repeated. “It was just after that your father went missing.”

 You both saw lights and flashes coming through a window. 

“Yes, he was looking for Dracula. He was on his way to the sea.” You heard Anna say to him. 

“I’ve never been to the sea before. I’ll bet it’s beautiful.” You said to yourself. 

You can feel his gaze falling upon you, and you were unable to hide your blushing. 

After finding an old entrance that would lead straight to the lab, the three of you came to a room full of eggs, something you have never seen before in your life. 

“Offspring.” You heard the man beside you say. 

“What?”

“A man with three gorgeous women for 400 years. Yes, vampires are the walking dead.”

“It only makes sense their children are born dead,” said Anna, taking your hand cautiously. 

“He’s obviously trying to bring them to life.”

As you slowly made your way between the cocoon-like pods with your sister and Gabriel, you felt fear growing in you. Why do you always have that fear inside when there’s nothing to be afraid of yet?

“Dracula and his brides only kill one or two people a month,” he said, still looking at the pods. 

“So, if he brings all of these things to life...” you started. 

Suddenly, electrical lines appeared and touched the pods variously. You gasped and backed away, with Anna standing in front of you protectively. A second later, the electric lines are gone, but the eggs started moving slowly, causing him to move towards one and pull off his glove.

“What are you doing?” Anna asked him. 

“I want to see what we’re up against,” he answered, and began pulling off the outside of the egg. 

You looked away in disgust, not wanting to see what is about to come out of it. Finally, you heard him stopped and you turn your gaze to see him only looking at a half-opened pod. 

“So this is what get when vampires mate,” He muttered. 

As he reached his hand in, a small creature suddenly popped out, another one popping out beside Anna. You let out a scream and you three backed away in fear, as other electrical lines appeared on more of the pods. Soon, more of the offspring abruptly came out and started flying to wherever they are going. 

“Come on!” He exclaimed, and you and Anna followed behind.

One of the vampire offspring started flying towards you, but luckily, you were prepared and pulled your sword, slashing at them. Gabriel saw you and did the same with his gun. 

“This is where I come in.” “No! Wait!” 

But her warning came too late, as you swung your sword at any creature that made its move on you, while he shot the others. A vampire started for you, but he managed to shoot it before it could land on you. You spun around and saw him with his gun. 

“Thanks,” you said and finished off the last remaining offspring. 

You saw Dracula looking at you in anger, with the man following your direction. 

“Now that we have your attention,” he said to him. 

Dracula growled and flew off the balcony towards you. Gabriel then took you by the hand and you both made a quick dash for escape. Unfortunately, the doors suddenly closed, as if on its own, leaving you no other chances of escape.

A shadow flew over, and you rushed to find someplace to hide, Gabriel no longer by your side. Dracula, though, landed in front of you, and you stopped, grabbing your sword in a firm hold. 

“I can tell the character of a man by the sound of his heartbeat,” he said, looking upwards, and started clapping his hands. “Usually when I approach, I can almost dance to the beat.” 

Then, he slowed down his hands together. “Strange that yours is so steady.” 

Where in the hell is Anna? you wondered. 

Then you knew she must have gone to find Velkan before something bad happens to him. 

“Princess (Y/N) Valerious,” Dracula said when he saw you, a devilish grin on his face. 

You slowly backed away from him, but he kept coming closer every step you took. 

“How wonderful of you to come to visit me. You look lovely as always.” 

“I did not come here to see you, Count,” you said to him in disgust. “What have you done to my father?” 

“He was no longer useful to me, but I did find another one, suitable to bring my children to life.” 

Your eyes grew in horror, and a scream came from somewhere else, something you are familiar with. 

Could it really be?

“No. Velkan.”

“Correct,” he answered as if he had read your mind. “Your brother has werewolf venom in him, that I believe he would be of greater benefit. He wouldn’t let harm come to you and your sister, I see.”

“Leave them out of this!” You yelled enraged at him and struggling to keep tears from falling. 

“Very fond for you and her, he was. And perhaps, you can be my new bride. I’ve planned on looking for one.”

“Over my dead body.” 

“With pleasure.” 

Before Dracula can take another step closer towards you, a small flaming object fell to the ground behind him. As he turned, Gabriel suddenly fell from above in front of you and drove a silver stake right into the monster’s heart. 

He backed away and said something in Latin. 

However, Dracula was somehow still alive and looked to see Van Helsing, who was as shocked as you are. 

“Hello, Gabriel,” Dracula said and pulled the stake out of his chest. 

The other man instantly stepped in front of you protectively. 

“Is this your silver stake?” Dracula threw it to the floor and kept his gaze on him. “How long has it been? 300, 400 years?” 

Gabriel only looked at the vampire, confused. 

“You don’t remember, do you?” He walked slowly towards you both. 

“Exactly what is it I should be remembering?”

“You are the great Van Helsing. Trained by monks and mullahs from Tibet to Istanbul. Protected by Rome herself. But, like me, hunted by others.”

“The Knights of the Holy Order know all about you. It’s no surprise you would know about me.”

“Yes, but there’s much more than this. We have such history, you and I, Gabriel,” Dracula continued. 

How does he even know his name? 

“Have you ever wondered why you have such horrible nightmares? Horrific scenes of ancient battles past.”

“How do you know me?” Gabriel asked him suspiciously. 

A mix of a roar and a scream echoed behind you, your mind still fixed on Anna trying to save Velkan. 

“Would you like me to refresh your memory a little?” Dracula asked, walking towards the man. “A few details from your sordid past.” 

Gabriel pulled out a crucifix and held it in front of Dracula, who grabbed it and it burst into flames at his touch. As he let go, the crucifix has already melted to nothing more than a liquid and dropped to the ground. You and he were both petrified about this. 

“Perhaps that is a conversation for another time,” Dracula stated to him. “Allow me to reintroduce myself. I am Count Vladislaus Dragulia. Born in 1422. Murdered 1462.”

Cries and screams of agony echoed through the room this time and caught his attention. As soon as he did, Gabriel took your hand again, and you both made it to an old elevator, using one of his devices to cut the rope holding it, and you both went straight up. 

By the time you have made it to the top where Anna was coming down the stairs, Velkan was already transforming back into the werewolf again. 

No, we’re too late, you thought, we lost him. 

“I think we overstayed our welcome,” Gabriel exclaimed to Anna. 

He shot a line with a grappling hook that connected to a tree a few seconds later. 

You turn around to Velkan one last time before he completely changed to the monster. 

“(Y/N), hang on!” You hear Anna say. 

A device was placed in your hands. You listened to her and connected it on the line. Following behind the two, you barely made it unscratched before the werewolf can catch you. 

Halfway to the other side, however, the line above you suddenly snapped from behind, and you swung safely to the ground, while the creature fell to the water below. You sat up to see the tower almost falling to ruins, destroyed by the lightning. 

“Are you alright? (Y/N)?” Anna asked you, kneeling on your level. 

By then, tears started falling from your eyes, and your sister embraced you over failing to save Velkan. 

By the time the three of you have found a dry shelter, the rain had already poured down. 

But you didn’t care about it. You were so focused on how Dracula still lives through murdering attempts made by the villagers. 

“A silver stake? A crucifix?” Anna exclaimed. “What, did you think we haven’t tried everything before?”

“We’ve shot him, stabbed him, clubbed him, sprayed him with holy water, staked him through the heart, and still he lives! Do you understand? No one knows how to kill Dracula,” You spoke to the man. 

“Well, I could have used that information a little earlier,” he stated. 

Defeated, Anna sighed and walked a few inches from him. “You were right. I’m sorry. He’s not our brother anymore.” 

Gabriel approached her, and taking off his hat, placed it on her head. She only smiled at the action. As much as you hated to admit, you both were starting to like the man. 

“Do you have any family, Mr. Van Helsing?” You asked. 

“Not sure,” he responded. “I hope to find out someday. That’s what keeps me going.” 

He pulled out the cork from a bottle of green liquid and handed it to you, but you declined. “I’ll pass.” 

He handed it to Anna, and she gladly took it. “Here’s to what keeps you going.”

“Absinthe. Strong stuff.” 

Anna took a short sip of the drink and returned it to Gabriel. 

“Don’t let it touch your tongue. It’ll knock you on your--” She didn’t get to finish her sentence when the ground below you broke loose, and you knew no more. 

When you came to, you felt pain on your lower back for only a moment before it disappeared. As you sat up groaning, you heard a loud growl, then a scream, and terror filled within you again. 

Please, don’t let it be that monster, you thought. 

When you climbed out of the rumble, you saw, to your relief and horror, that it’s not vampires or the werewolf. 

A large man is walking towards your sister, trying to get away from him. Your protective instincts kicking in, you pulled out your sword and slashed him in the back. When you did, he immediately spun around and knocked you down to the floor, causing you to lose your weapon in the process. 

“(Y/N)!” Anna cried. 

You immediately scrambled away from the man who made his way toward you. You finally saw the face of the man who is stalking towards you. 

“Oh, my god! The Frankenstein monster!” You said fearfully.

“Monster?! Who’s the monster here?” He lifted you up by your shirt while you whimpered, terrified. “I have done nothing wrong, and yet you and your kind all wished me dead!” 

Gabriel quickly came up from behind him out of the water and shoved him against the wall, which made him drop you. As you watched him being thrown back into the water, the Frankenstein monster looked at you and Anna again and started heading right towards you. 

“What do you want?” Anna shouted-asked him, her arm protectively in front of you. 

He stopped suddenly at the question.

“To exist,” he responded. 

Before he can do anything else, darts are blown on his back, and you two got out of the way as he fell against a wall. You look to see Gabriel holding a blowdart, and then Anna pulling out her gun to kill the creature. 

“Anna, don’t!” You stopped her, grabbing her wrist and lowering it. 

“We must kill it.”

“Wait.” The man said to your sister. 

“If you value your lives and the lives of your kind,” the creature-man said to you three, still on the ground, the darts wearing him down. “You will kill me.” 

Anna started again, but you stopped her the second time. 

“If Dracula finds me. I am the key to my father’s machine. The key to life. Life for Dracula’s children.” 

“He already awakened them last night,” Gabriel replied to the Frankenstein monster. 

“Two. And those were from only one bride. From one single birthing. And they died as they did the last time he tried.” The darts are taking him over to sleep. “Only with me, can he give lasting life.”

“There are more? More of those things?”

“Thousands. Thousands more.” The last thing the monster had said before his eyes fell and sleep overcame him. 

Anna was about to shoot him, but Gabriel was quick enough to prevent her. “No.”

“You heard what he said.”

“My life, my job is to vanquish evil. I can, I can sense evil. This man, thing, whatever it is, evil may have created it, may have left its mark on it. But evil does not rule it so I cannot kill it.” 

“I can.” You stopped her before he can do so. 

“Not while he’s here.” 

“(Y/N), please...”

“As much as I fear that thing like everyone else, I can’t let anything happen to him, too. He’s been through too much for too long. Let’s not make it worse for him. And besides, our family spent 400 years trying to kill Dracula. Maybe this poor creature can help us find a way.” 

Anna looked hesitant at first but seeing that neither you or Gabriel will let this creature get hurt, she looked like she would give it a chance. 

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a soft click came from the side of the damaged building, and you both saw the werewolf, your controlled brother, watching you with predatory eyes. Heartbroken and determined at the same time, you took out your gun and shot at him as much as you can. 

He dodged the shots and escaped through the opening that you had fallen through. 

“Oh, my god. He’s seen us,” Anna said in horror. “Now, they’ll come for him, and neither you or us will be able to stop them.”

“If I can get him to Rome, we can protect him there,” Gabriel replied. 

“So, run through me this again,” you said to Carl, while the Frankenstein monster watched you both, though you paid no mind to it. “A painting came to life, where two men, one into a werewolf, and the other, a vampire, began fighting fought each other? Yet, you have no idea what it could mean?”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I said,” Carl responded. “Do you?”

“I have no clue, either.” 

The five of you-consisting of Gabriel, Anna, you, Carl and the Frankenstein monster-are traveling back to Rome so that the Holy Knights of the Holy Order could protect him from the hands of Dracula and his brides. Along the way, you took turns driving the carriage, so that one of you could rest. By the time you have arrived in Budapest, you switched the carriages with the one filled with stakes if the brides tried to attack you again.

With Gabriel driving the one with the trap, you started to worry about him. Sure, he is called a murderer by most people, but you feel like he was kind and daring, when he had saved your life back in Transylvania, the first time you met him. 

Carl noticed your expression and tapped you on the shoulder. “Are you worried about Van Helsing, (Y/N)?” 

“What makes you say that?”

“I can tell that you are fidgeting, and glancing out the window all the time. You care about him deeply, do you?”

“No, it’s not that. It’s very brave of him to try and protect something like this creature-no offense,” you apologized to the Frankenstein monster, who grunted in response. “And when he offered to help us defeat the man who stole everything from me and Anna, I can tell he was sent to not only help us but save us, too.”

“You must have feelings for this man,” the Frankenstein monster replied to you. “He worries about you more than your sister ever does. I saw it in his eyes when you volunteered to stay with us. And I believe he has feelings for you, too.” 

You turned your gaze away from their own and stared out the window. 

Is it really true, that Gabriel Van Helsing, the famous monster hunter and supposed murderer named by everyone who encountered him, has feelings for you? 

No, it can’t be true, but you wanted to believe it. 

You heard sounds of horses, and you look up, with excitement and relief, to see him, unscathed and alive, riding on the horses that were steering the carriage trap. 

A loud boom and a female scream both confirmed that the trap has been set off, and by the sound of that cry, you can tell that it was Verona’s. 

Now, it was only Aleera left, you thought. 

When he got back on the carriage being driven by Anna, he looked inside to see you grinning at him, and he grinned back at you in return. Unfortunately, it didn’t last long, when your face changed to horror. 

“Watch out!” Your warning reached Anna and Gabriel’s ears in time, and they ducked down just as the werewolf jumped in front to get them. 

Broken glass and ablaze of fire were heard from above, but you couldn’t see the creature anymore. On your side, Gabriel was dangling, while Carl started to help Anna get back on from the other. As you opened the door, the Frankenstein monster stopped you abruptly. 

“I can help!”

“You won’t kill us?”

“Only if you don’t hurry.” He held out the locks and you found the key to unlocking it as fast as you can. 

He then held you by your waist gently, and you managed to grab Gabriel’s hand when a piece he was holding on broke off. Lifting him back to the front with the help of the creature, you leaned back, and he sat back as well. 

“Thank you,” you said to him, and he nodded. 

But Carl suddenly whimpered, and the face of the werewolf appeared at the back window. You suddenly screamed, loud enough for Anna and Gabriel to see him standing where the fire had grown bigger. 

The Frankenstein monster screamed as well, as the roof has fully caught on fire. You grabbed both his hand and Carl and kicked open the door on his side. 

“Jump!” You shouted. 

You, Anna, the monster and Carl jumped to the ground, while a gunshot and a monstrous roar came to your ears. The carriage crashed and was inflamed on the road ahead of you. You sat up, breathing heavily, and looked around for any signs of the man. 

“Where’s Van Helsing?” Anna asked. 

When no one around you responded, you shot up and ran off to where he and the werewolf went off to, Anna following you behind. 

The morning had come, and by that time, Velkan was lying against a rock, already dying. 

“Velkan,” Anna whispered. 

You both ran to where he is. She lifted him up, and his eyes landed on you two. You couldn’t hear her, but she had begun crying as he slowly faded away. 

“Anna...(Y/N),” he raspily said. “Forgive me.” 

A sigh escaped from his mouth, and he sunk into her arms. You shook your head, backing away and covering your mouth with your hands. 

“We will see you again,” she said and kissed his forehead, before standing up slowly and embracing you entirely, with you crying on her shoulder. 

Footsteps are heard from behind you, and you never got a chance to stop her before she pushed Gabriel, who is holding his chest, against a tree. 

“Anna, no!”

“You killed him. You killed him!” She yelled at him. 

Even though he had killed your only brother, you knew he had to do it. 

“Now you know why they call me a murderer,” he said. 

Anna stopped for a second, and you knew the reason why when she moved his coat to see a bite. 

But not just any bite. A werewolf bite. 

You gasped and stepped away from him, Anna following your move. 

“Oh, my god. You’ve been bitten.” 

As she moved away from him on the side of the tree she had pushed him against, he only stared at you apologetically, but you remained where you are. 

“Oh, my god. What are we gonna do? What are we gonna do?” You fearfully said to yourself, your hands covering your mouth. 

He looked from the bite back to you, possibly worrying about what would happen to you if he would be turned against you. 

He didn’t want to hurt you, not after you saved each other’s lives earlier. 

A loud thump nearby and evil laughter quickly caught your attention, and you look just in time to see Anna being carried away unconsciously by Aleera. 

“Anna!” You shouted. 

Gabriel followed you until you both stopped at the edge of a cliff. As you looked on devastated, Carl and the Frankenstein monster arrived to see Aleera carrying your sister away to the town of Budapest. 

“No...Anna,” you sobbed. 

You lost your brother, you can’t lose your sister, too. She had promised that she would protect you, the same way you did. 

“We’ll find her, (Y/N),” he rested his hand on your shoulder, but you didn’t flinch at his touch. “Somehow, we’ll save her.”

Arriving at the small town, the four of you are suddenly stopped by the last bride, who looked at you while clicking her tongue. 

“So much trouble for my master. So much trouble.”

“What do you want?” The man beside you asked her impatiently.

“The master commands a trade,” she responded to him, a wicked smile on her face. “The monster for the princess.”

“I swear to God,” you said to her, rage filling within you. “If you ever so much lay your teeth on Anna before we have her back, I will put my sword through your heart.” 

You reached for your sword, but the Frankenstein monster stopped you. 

“Somewhere public. Lots of people.” 

You and the monster turned to face Gabriel. 

“A place where your master will be less inclined to expose his other side.” 

Aleera’s eyes lit up at the suggestion, and the wicked smile came back again. You hated that grin. 

“Tomorrow night is All Hallows’ Eve. Here in Budapest, there is a wonderful masquerade ball.” 

She then flew and disappeared behind the wall while laughing maniacally. As soon as she was gone, Gabriel groaned and grabbed his chest. You held him so he wouldn't lose his footing. Carl seemed worried and went to check his chest. 

“Are you all right?”

“No.” He stopped him before he can do so. 

The creature, however, unconvinced, shoved you out of the way and pulled off the coat to let him and Carl see the bite clearly. You stepped in his view, but he had already seen it.

“He has been bitten,” he stated. “Bitten by a werewolf. Now you will become that which you have hunted so passionately.” 

Gabriel out the dart weapon from his coat and raised it to his lips slowly.

“I am sorry,” he said.

“May others be as passionate in their hunting as you,” the Frankenstein monster replied. 

He finally pressed the weapon against his mouth and blew a dart straight into his chest. 

A while later, Gabriel and Carl had placed him in a hole, in a small building, where there is an unlikelihood someone will find him. They are already dressed up in their masquerade disguises, but you were almost finished dressing in your own. 

“Well, they won’t find him in here,” you heard the man say. 

“I’m sure this is some sort of sin,” Carl said worriedly. 

“Don’t worry. God will forgive us. We need to save Anna.”

“You don’t think the hat’s a bit much, do you?”

“Carl, help me!”

“Oh, right.” 

As you put your (H/L) (H/C) up in an (H/T), you can hear a gravestone being moved in front of the door of the building. 

“How many commandments can we break in one day?”

“(Y/N), are you finished yet?” Gabriel called you from the other side. 

“I’m almost ready.” 

As soon as you stepped out, he stopped and gazed at you in awe, dressed in an (R/C) dress, while you blushed at not only his amazed stare at you but because of the way you dress. 

“Wow, you...look amazing, (Y/N).” 

Thankfully, your mask hid most of your blushing, which you thank God internally for. 

“Anyway, according to the book, you won’t turn into a werewolf until the rising of the first full moon,” Carl said to Gabriel while following behind him. “That’s two nights from now. Even then, you’ll still be able to fight Dracula’s hold over you until the final stroke of midnight.” 

You followed the two men as well. 

“Sounds like I have nothing to worry about,” the other man responded. 

“My God, you should be terrified.” 

“Thank you.”

“Sorry.” 

You laughed as Carl apologized. But on the inside, you are more terrified for Gabriel than he was. If he got stuck under Dracula's control, who knows what he’ll do to people, or maybe, to you. 

“Well, we still got 48 hours to find a solution. You sure he can’t get out of there?”

“Not without some help from the dead.”

After the three of you managed to slip in the Budapest castle, thanks to your disguises, you can tell lots of people are in there, celebrating All Hallow’s Eve as well. 

As you scanned the crowd, looking for Anna, Carl suddenly pointed somewhere below you. “Ah, there they are.” 

Just like he had said, two people, one which you hated to see: Dracula--and your sister, who looked uncomfortable near him, more than you ever were before. 

“No, Anna,” you said to yourself. “We have to do something.”

“Carl, I need you to do something,” Gabriel said to the short man. 

You looked at the two, as he whispered his plan to him, and you looked on at the uncomfortable conversation between Anna and Dracula. As soon as he finished his plan, he turned to you. 

“What did you tell him?” You asked him. 

“(Y/N), listen to me. Stay here, and take down anyone if they tried to get you,” he said. 

“Just be careful, please.” 

He nodded and you took a mace from a knight armor for protection while he swung from the trapeze swings. 

Just as Dracula was about to bite Anna, you saw Carl suddenly shove a flame-breather, making him spit fire into the vampire. Gabriel managed to grab your sister, and you ran to them before he set her down. 

“Anna?” You said, snapping her out of the trance. 

She took off the earrings and the hairpiece, before a voice you dreaded came from below. 

“Gabriel. Oh, Gabriel.” 

The three of you walked to the balcony, and Dracula looked up at you, taking off his cape that was aflame. 

“And (Y/N). Welcome to my summer palace.” 

Another voice appeared, and a child called out to him. Your eyes immediately grew with terror, when the Frankenstein monster is being rolled in the ballroom, shouting curses and profanities at the people holding him. 

‘No, he’s got him. We’re too late.‘

“Now that everything is as it should be...ladies and gentlemen, I give you, Van Helsing!” 

At the mention of his name, everyone removed their masks and revealed their vampiric forms. You both made a quick dash as the entire crowd started chasing after you. 

Carl immediately met up with you, holding a ball-shaped device as you locked the door behind you. 

“Now I know what it’s for! Now I know what it’s for!” He exclaimed. “Where are we going?”

“Through that window!” You shouted in unison. 

As Anna and Gabriel both took him by his arms, he took you by your hand, and you crashed through the window to the water, right before the device Carl had dropped suddenly exploded, killing the other vampires that had been chasing you.

You barely had time to breathe before you hit the water, but you felt a hand grab you by the arm and pulled you straight to the surface, and you gasped and coughed for breath. You then saw that Anna managed to bring you back up so you wouldn’t drown. 

“Carl, you’re a genius!” Gabriel said to his acquaintance excitedly. 

“A genius with access to unstable chemicals.” 

A splashing sound caught your attention, and you saw that the Frankenstein monster is being carried away with Dracula’s assistant, and the Dwergi. 

Gabriel was the first to swim after the boat as fast as he could, with you, Anna and Carl following behind him. Unfortunately, you weren’t fast enough to reach them in time, before the gate had shut, leaving you separated from the creature. 

“I’ll find you!” He shouted to him. “I’ll get you back and set you free! I swear to God!” 

You watched Dracula and Aleera fly away with the boat floating out of your view. 

“We must save him,” you piped in. 

“No, you can’t,” Carl said. 

You and Gabriel looked at him in confusion. 

“Why?”

“I cabled Rome earlier to apprise them of our situation.”

“What did they say?”

“Even if you somehow kill Dracula, Rome orders you to kill Frankenstein as well.”

“But he isn’t evil.”

“Yes, but they say he isn’t human, either.”

“Do they know him? Have they talked with him? Who are they to judge?” 

“They want you to destroy him, so he can never be used to harm humanity.”

“And what of me? Did you tell them what I’m to become? Did they tell you how to kill me?!” 

You can instantly hear the anger in his voice, as Gabriel abruptly held him by the neck. 

Anna and you attempted to hold him back. 

“The correct angle of the stake as it enters my heart?!” 

“NO! Stop it!” You begged him, to no avail.

“The exact measure of silver in each bullet?!”

“Gabriel, stop it!”

“No. I left you out.” 

You finally breathed again after hearing Carl’s statement. 

Unfortunately, it did not last long, when he suddenly released the shorter man, leaned back against the gate, and let out a terrifying mix of scream and growl. 

That’s when you remembered that he was bitten before he killed the werewolf. 

Before Anna can stop you, you slowly went forward to take his hand, and to her relief, he let you do so after he came back to his senses, even though you were internally scared. He never wanted to hurt you, especially when he is about to be a werewolf soon. 

“I’m sorry,” he said to Carl, who nodded his head in acceptance, and to you as well. 

Anna looked at him, worried. 

“It’s starting.”

Back at the Frankenstein castle, in Transylvania, the four of you headed to the room where the invention was last built, but when you arrived there, it was all empty, no sign of the creature or Dracula at all. You stood there, hopeless and searching the room for any signs of equipment left behind. 

“They must have taken all the equipment to Dracula’s lair,” said Anna, as she searched the room along with you. 

“Wherever that is,” Gabriel said. 

He then suddenly picked up a large object in anger and threw it against the wall with all his strength. You covered your ears to hide off any more things that might happen, but the noise stopped suddenly. You saw that Gabriel is looking at you apologetically, but this time, the blushing never came. 

“Look, there’s still time,” Carl said to him. “Dracula can't bring his children to life until the sun sets.”

“The sun sets in two hours,” Anna piped in. “We’ve been looking for him for more than 400 years!”

“Yes, well, I wasn’t around for those 400 years now, was I?” The three of you looked at him in confusion. 

Back at the mansion, you realized from Carl to your horror, that Dracula was the son of your and Anna’s ancestor and when he died in 1462, that he made a covenant with the Devil, and is given a new life. The only way he could sustain it was by feeding blood off of others. Your ancestor had gone to Rome to seek forgiveness, and where the bargain was made; if Dracula is killed, then the entire family of Valerious will be given eternal salvation, all the way to you and Anna. But since Valerious the elder couldn’t kill his own son, even though he is evil, he banished him to an icy fortress and sent him through a door with no hopes of returning.

“And the Devil gave him wings,” Anna finished Carl’s story. 

“So where is this door?” Van Helsing asked.

“I don’t know. But when your ancestor couldn’t kill his son, he left clues.” He then opened the painting that came to life. “So that future generations might do it for him.”

“That must be what our father was looking for in here,” your sister said. “Clues to the door’s location.”

“The door. The door. Of course. You said your father spent hours staring at this painting, trying to find Dracula’s lair. I think you were right. Quite literally.” Gabriel went to where the large painting map is, Anna, Carl and you following him. “I think this is the door. He just didn’t know how to open it.”

“A Latin inscription,” You pointed at the lettering on the side of the painting. “Maybe it works like that painting in the tower.”

“If this were a door, Father would have opened it long ago.” 

As Anna stated it, Carl suddenly stopped and the reason why you knew. 

“I can’t finish the inscription. There’s a missing piece.” 

Gabriel’s eyes lit up, and he pulled out a small scroll, then a ripped piece of paper. 

“Your father didn’t have this.”

“Where did you get that?” Anna asked him. 

He handed the piece to Carl. 

“Carl, finish it.” 

Taking the piece, he placed it in the spot where it is bare and began reading the complete inscription in Latin. 

“In the name of God, open this door.” 

The words are said, and the map suddenly turned to a glass-like mirror. 

“A mirror,” you silently replied. 

“Dracula has no reflection in the mirror,” Anna said. 

“Maybe to Dracula, it is not a mirror at all.”

Gabriel stepped in front of the glass and placed his hand on the mirror slowly, and as his fingers touched the surface, it suddenly cracked, and it let his hand go through it completely. After a few seconds, he pulled his hand back out to have it covered in bits of snow. 

Anna and you share glances of excitement, then Van Helsing grabbed a lit torch, and stepped back in front of the mirror door. 

“See you on the other side.” 

You stopped him before he could go forward. 

“Be careful.” 

He nodded, and made his way through the mirror-like door, and disappeared. After a moment, you grabbed another torch from the wall and started for the opening. 

Anna stopped you before you took another step. 

“You care about him, as much as he cared about you, do you?” she asked. 

Your (E/C) grew, and your cheeks felt hot at the mention of it. 

How did she know about it?

“What makes you say that?”

“Since he came here, and he saved your life and mine, you and he never stopped risking your lives to save each other. He offered to help us kill Dracula for what he has done to us, and you gladly accepted it.”

“I suppose so,” you admitted defeatedly. “But you let him help us as well.”

“I guess I did.” 

She took your hand, and gave a small grin at you, with you returning it. The two of you then stepped through, never letting go of each other before you felt a cold breeze touch your skin, and opened your eyes to see Anna and Van Helsing first, then at the ginormous building in front of you. 

“Castle Dracula.” You heard Anna say. 

With Carl now behind you, you stopped at the gates which had been locked shut. 

“Do you have a plan? It doesn’t have to be Wellington’s at Waterloo, but some sort of plan would be nice.” 

“We’re going to go in there and stop Dracula,” Gabriel replied. 

“And kill anything that stands in our way,” Anna piped in. 

“And hopefully, save the poor thing before it’s too late,” you said finally.

“Well, you let me know how that goes.” 

Before Carl can go back, the man suddenly grabbed him by his cloak, then Anna last. Next, you clung on to him from behind, and after checking to see if you are hanging on, he swiftly leaped up all the way to the opening that is above the gate. 

Landing on the ground safely, you let go and allowed him to catch his breath. 

“Well, as grateful as I am to be out of the cold, that doesn’t seem like a good thing,” said Carl. 

You noticed Gabriel on the ground, and you and your sister knelt next to him, only to see his eyes glow silver, then back to the normal color. He regained his control and stood back up, with you holding his arm for support. 

“We’d better get moving.” 

As you walked down the large hall filled with pods that looked like the ones back at the Frankenstein castle, the man caught Igor, Dracula’s minion, and found the Frankenstein monster trapped in an ice-like block, which is being lifted. 

Leaving you to hold the minion with your sword to his neck, the three others went over to him to hear that Dracula has a cure for the curse of the werewolf. 

“Why does Dracula have a cure?!” You asked Igor, rage in your blood. “Tell me now!”

“Because the only thing that could kill him is a werewolf,” Carl said. 

You instantly remember him saying about the painting back at the mansion, about the two creatures fighting each other. It all makes sense now.

“So, the painting. That’s what it meant.”

“But Dracula’s been using them to do his bidding for centuries,” Anna said.

“Yes, but if one ever had the will to turn on him, he’d need a cure to remove the curse and make him human before it bit him.”

Gabriel then grabbed Igor and put him down on the ground, while holding him by his shirt. “You will take these three and lead them to the antidote.”

“No, I’m not.” 

After he said this, a growl escaped the man’s mouth and pushed him back again against the large door. 

“Yes, I am.”

“What? No, I’m going in with you,” you disagreed with Gabriel. 

“No, (Y/N),” Anna looked shocked at your volunteer to go with him. “You can’t. He has been bitten. You know what would happen to him.”

“Yes. And besides, it will be too dangerous for you to be around with me,” he said to you. 

“If Dracula ever has an upper hand on you, then I will try and distract him long enough for you to get back up. I can help you stop him. Just like you said you would help me and Anna.” 

He hesitated for a moment but knew there was no talking you out of this. 

“Alright, but if there’s a chance I would turn against you, you have to get out as fast as possible.”

“Can’t make any promises.”

“Here’s the plan,” Carl said to Gabriel. “When the bell begins to toll midnight, you’ll be able to kill Dracula. We just need to find the cure and get it to you before the final stroke.”

“Are you insane? What kind of plan is that?” Anna lightly hit him on the shoulder and became agitated at the plan. 

You then saw Gabriel pull out some kind of tool, and look at the assistant suspiciously. 

“If they suspect you of misleading them...” He gave the tool to Anna, who took it without hesitation. “Clip off one of his fingers.”

“I’ll clip off something.”

“The tower over there, that’s where it is.” The assistant stuttered. 

“And what about the other tower? Give me that!” 

You would have screamed in horror if Igor hadn’t answered in time at the mention of the tool. 

“That is where we reassembled the laboratory. Would I lie to you?”

“Not if you wanted to live.” Gabriel released Igor and pulled two stakes, and handed one to you and Carl from his coat. “Now, if I’m not cured by the twelfth stork of midnight...” 

Your eyes grew in horror, and you shook your head at the thought of having to do such a task as this. 

“I don’t think I could,” Carl said.

“You must.” 

Carl looked at you first, then took the stake from his hand, then pulled Igor along with him. 

“I don’t like this plan,” Anna said to Gabriel. 

“We don’t have a choice. Just don’t get killed.”

“You still don’t understand. It doesn’t matter what happens to me. We must save our family.”

“It does matter to me,” you said to her. 

She looked at you as you put your hands at your side, your fists clenched as tears fell from your eyes, unable to stop them. 

“You and Velkan had made a promise that you would keep me safe, no matter what cost is made. I made that promise to myself to keep you safe, too. You and he were the only people left after Father had disappeared to find Dracula’s lair. We lost Velkan, and I don’t want to lose you, too, just like you don’t want to lose me.” 

Anna’s face grew soft and lifted your face up with her hands. 

“(Y/N), you’re my little sister. We did promise to protect you, but at times, you did risk yourself to protect us.” She laughed a little bit, before continuing to speak. “No matter what happens to us, we will see each other again soon.” 

She hugged you and you return it, burying your face in her shoulder, until Gabriel gave a small cough, snapping you out of the embrace. 

“We have to go, now. Anna, if you’re late, run like hell. Don’t be late.” 

She nodded and turned her glance back to you. 

“We’ll be back with the cure soon. Try and be careful.”

“I will. Now, go. Go.” 

Anna took a last glance before she ran off to catch up with Carl and the assistant. 

“All right,” you said to Gabriel. “Let’s go kill a vampire.” 

The two of you then headed to the tower where the laboratory is.

Sounds of thunder and the Frankenstein monster’s shouts made you and Gabriel run faster to the laboratory. When you got there, the creature is already up on top of the tower, while Dracula is below. 

“We have to get up there!” You said to him. “The storm’s already over us!”

“Hang on to me!” He said. 

He carried you on his back, leaping on the columns and landed safely on the platform. You fought off as many Dwergis as they are coming for you. 

By the time you had climbed to the top, the lightning bolts are coming closer than before. The monster saw you two and started thrashing against the chains as he tilted him to an upright position. 

“What are you doing? You must find the cure!” He shouted at you. 

“Our friends are doing it for us!” Gabriel responded.

“Friends.”

“Yes. You want one?”

“I can’t unscrew the bolts. This is gonna hurt,” you said. 

“I am accustomed to pain,” the creature replied to you and Gabriel. 

“It lets you know you’re alive.” He suddenly released the strap holding him. 

A loud cry escaped from the Frankenstein monster’s mouth. A lightning bolt abruptly flashed and hit him, but luckily Gabriel was able to hold you out of the way from harm. When you stood back up, the creature was almost out, but you are fearing that the young of Dracula will come to life at any moment. 

“You’re almost out, my friend!”

“We have to hurry!” You yelled. 

He was about to unstrap the other rope when a loud noise came from behind you, and your eyes widened at the sight of Dracula heading towards you-wait, not you, Gabriel!

“Look out!” You shoved him out of the way, just in time as the vampire suddenly hit you and caused you to fall off the top. 

Fortunately, Gabriel was able to catch you, before Dracula came back and hit him from behind as well. You both fell down to the very bottom, but he quickly wrapped his arms around you for protection as you both crash the platforms below you. 

When his vision came back, he saw that you were knocked unconscious, despite his best attempts to cover you. He lifted you up bridal style and saw that the whole laboratory is now set on fire due to the storm, while a few Dwergis went by him on fire. 

“You are too late, my friend.” 

He spun to find Dracula, already back to human form, and walking slowly towards him. But not only that, he had his eyes on you, with a dark grin on his face. 

“My children live. And (Y/N) will be my new bride.”

“Then the only way to kill them...and to save her...is to kill you,” Gabriel backed away, holding on tight to you. 

“Correct.”

He then laid you down gently on the floor and stood back up while chuckling lightly. Dracula somehow looked confused at this. 

“So be it.” Gabriel looked at him, as the large clock stroke midnight. 

A growl came out from his mouth as he faced the vampire. “One.”

When you slowly came to, a male scream reached your ears, and your eyes landed on the man on his knees, but there was something wrong with him. Then you quickly remembered. 

“No, this cannot be,” Dracula muttered under his breath. 

As you looked on, his skin changed to fur, and a growl escaped his lips, while he eyed the vampire in front of him and slowly walked towards him. 

“We are both part of the same grand game, Gabriel,” Dracula laughed nervously. “But we need not find ourselves on opposite sides of the board.” 

He quickly changed to his monster form and the battle was on. You stayed hidden as the werewolf and vampire fight while knocking over different objects and taking hits. 

During the fight, Dracula looked like he was trying to reason with the werewolf while human, only to have it reach deaf ears. But as just Gabriel had him on a chock hold, he abruptly turned back to human and leaped off a bridge while in shock. 

‘Oh, my god. The moon.’ you thought in horror. 

You pulled your weapon and found him backing away and looking up. 

“Did I mention...that it was you who murdered me?” Dracula’s voice called from above him. “It must be such a burden...such a curse...to be the Left Hand of God.” 

He jumped off the bridge and the other man spun around to face him. “All I want is life, Gabriel. The continuation of my kind. And perhaps the return of my ring.” 

You stood behind a sofa, your weapon in hand, as you watch Gabriel back up close to where you are. 

“Don’t be afraid, Gabriel. Don’t be afraid. I shall give you back your life, your memory.”

“Some things are better left forgotten.” 

The moon appeared again through the clouds blocking it, and the man changed back to the werewolf again, but this time, he managed to bite Dracula right in the neck before he could attack him. 

As you stood there watching him shrivel to nothing more than a skeleton, Anna ran in from the side where you are, holding the antidote in her hand. 

‘She got it! She actually got it!’

“(Y/N)! You’re alright!”

“Anna, the cure!” 

Glancing at the werewolf first, then the cure, she ran straight to him and raised it high. “For God!” 

Unfortunately, the creature saw her and leaped towards her as she came running. 

“ANNA!” 

Your shout came too late, for he tackled her to the sofa, and all you could do was stand there, and feel your sword fall from your grasp. Your eyes stayed on Anna’s body, both filled with sadness and terror until the werewolf stood back and turned his gaze to you. 

You backed up fearfully against the wall, while he stalked over to you, growling. 

“Gabriel! Please!” You cried to him. “Please, don’t do this! Snap out of it! I know you’re still in there! Just don’t do it, please!” 

When your pleas fell on deaf ears, he raised his hand to strike you, and you closed your eyes tight and waited for the inevitable. 

However, when none came, you open them to find that Carl had his hand on his stake, the werewolf had his grip on his wrist, and--the antidote, on the side of his stomach. 

Your eyes then landed on Anna, her eyes lifelessly staring into the distance. Your one hand covering your lips, you slowly circled the sofa and pressed your two fingers to her throat. 

No heartbeat. 

She can’t be dead, she can’t be. 

“She’s dead,” Carl said. 

You fell to the ground on your knees, and sobbed silently, your hands still in front of your mouth. 

A long howl then changed back to a cry, and you stare up and saw that Gabriel has changed back to a human, now holding her in his arms. 

You both then sobbed your sadness over the death of your sister, while Carl stood a few inches far from you, his head hung low with grief. 

Standing over Anna’s lifeless body on the funeral pyre, with Gabriel on your side with a lit torch in his hand, you took a small glance at her, while Carl read from his Bible in Latin. 

“Anna, you were the best sister I ever grew up with alongside Velkan since we were young. We fought alongside each other, and we stood by one another through hard times, and you and Velkan were able to lift my spirits when I lost them, as did I,” You sniffed and wiped a tear from your cheek, but you continued speaking. “You were able to protect me from danger, and I did the same as well. I’m really going to miss you, Anna. I really am. We will see each other again.” 

You then step back so you can let Gabriel set fire to the pyre, and turn a bit in time to see the Frankenstein monster sail away, far from the land. 

You both knew that Gabriel didn’t mean to kill Anna, that he couldn’t control the monster that was in him, and it wasn’t his fault. 

The creature gave a small smile and motioned his head up in the sky. Confused, you then saw Anna’s spirit first, then Velkan, your father and the other members of the family that had died to try to kill Dracula. 

Gabriel followed your view, and you both saw them ascending into the gates of heaven. Anna took one glance at you both and smiled as a single tear fell from her eyes before disappearing in the clouds. 

“You had saved us all,” you said to him. “Now my family will rest in peace, and we will no longer be afraid.”

“I’m really sorry about your loss, (Y/N),” he said. “Truly, I am.”

“I understand. But I know now that she’s right. There’s always a brighter side of death here.” 

Gabriel smiled at you, and you suddenly felt his lips connect with yours, which caught you by surprise at first, but then you slowly sunk into the kiss, and it lasted-well, you do not know how long, but you wished that it would last longer than you think. 

Then, your lips parted and you placed his hat on his head, a small grin on your face as well. 

“Thank you for saving my family, and Transylvania,” you said finally. “For everything.”

“It is my honor to help, (Y/N),” he said. 

“Are you sure you won’t stay for a while?”

“Well, I believe that the Holy Order might be calling me back for another mission, but if you want, I’ll come by once in a while and check up on you and your family.”

“I’ll be waiting,” you replied softly. 

A while later, as you watch them ride off into the sunset, with Gabriel taking one last look at you, you were confident that he would keep his promise, to see you again, and every once in awhile, he kept it, for you and your family. 

[jtownraindancer]

Arthur Ketch x Reader: Battered and Bound

*

It seemed that no matter how far you ran, you were still doomed to find some sort of trouble.

In Albania, vampire cultists abducting any unfortunate backpacker that got too close.

In Peru, a nearly obsolete god raising mischief in every village they came across.

In the Philippines, a mountain that actually was being terrorized by demons.

And now, in Paris, you were facing indisputable evidence of a werewolf pack.

You had just wanted to enjoy your vacation.

Rarely would you be willing to do any form of work in a city this large. Witnesses were hard to keep track of, weapons were near impossible to conceal, and should the wrong person overhear-

Folks were antsy enough in this world. You preferred to keep a low profile.

Fortunately, the right names and the right price were always sufficient to get the information you needed, leading you on what had felt like a wild goose chase through the back streets of Montmartre until you finally spied the door you were told to search for.

More a gate, really.

There was a flight of stairs descending between two buildings, weathered and crumbling after years of overuse and exposure. You thought it safe to assume that most folks were dissuaded by the wrought iron bars and the ancient padlock prohibiting any entrance, but then again-

It was never good to make assumptions on this job.

The lock was easy pickings, and you were soon cautiously descending into the darkness, waiting for the end of your path. Your flashlight revealed a significant amount of graffiti, aspiring Monets weaving with political satire.

Your assumptions were definitely incorrect.

Finally, there was a fork in your route, one path leading to the West, steadily climbing back into the hustle and bustle of the city. The other turned sharply east, with a simple five stair descent to a proper door.

This was your destination.

An ancient film came to mind as you began traversing the labyrinth, an indignant scoff with it.

"'Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.'"

You mentally prayed you would not meet a similar fate to most of the characters in the Feldmann classic, taking each step with caution, each breath subdued in an attempt to help your straining ears.

Your guide's wisdom came in handy, another left turn taking you to the open space you were hoping for: lights, clothing, sleeping bags, a few collapsible chairs.

Someone had indeed been living down here, though there was no indication that they were currently in. An advantage, you would hope, as you could potentially set up an ambush for their return.

Sudden movement caught your attention, however, focus drawn to a hooded figure who was tied up near one of the walls. You eased your way over, senses attuned for anything remotely out of place in the dismal surroundings.

Arriving to the captive without incident, you assessed their bindings before daring to remove the hood; you wouldn't let yourself be trapped by your own sense of heroism.

All cleared, you carefully lifted the sack, shock filling you as you took in the face underneath. "/Arthur/?"

His eyes widened in clear surprise, narrowing again almost immediately in confusion, brows drawn together as he traced over your form.

You raised a hand, shaking your head. "It's a long story. I'll tell you after we're done here."

A shift of his head, somewhere between understanding and assent, indicated his temporary dismissal of the matter.

You worked quickly, working through his bindings as carefully as possible. It worried you to see so many bruises on his wrists, so much dried blood on his cheeks. Judging the way he seemed to favor his left side, you also were wary that he had suffered severe internal damage as well, something that would need to be addressed as soon as possible.

"How in God's green earth did they get the jump on you? You're like- You're like the Gabriel Van Helsing of contemporary Hunters."

There was a huff from behind his gag, a flat stare hinting at his annoyance with the title.

Or the film reference.

Perhaps both.

Definitely both.

You ducked your head, but couldn't help your smug grin.

"The great Arthur Ketch, bested by a couple puppies."

At long last, the final thread gave way, freeing his hands. Immediately, he sought out the back of his gag, a slow-moving right arm hinting at damage you couldn't see just yet.

You frowned, tucking the information away for later, before turning your attention to the fabric securing his ankles.

It felt like an age, squatting in the damp passageway of the catacombs, some remnant of superstition waiting for the dead to claim you as one of their own. You would never forgive yourself if you left him here however, incapable of abandoning a friend, especially knowing said friend would owe you a favor for their rescue.

Eventually, he would be free, together you would finish off this pack, and then you could go back to enjoying your vacation in peace, hopefully sans further interruption.

*

[sheep-and-lykos]

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Final Fantasy XV:

Should I Ask…?: Nyx Ulric x Reader

Young Love: Gladiolus Amicitia x Reader

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5

A Lesson To Be Careful: OTP+1/Chocobros x Fem!Reader

Amber to Gold: Werewolf!Gladiolus Amicitia x Reader

A Potion in Moonlight: Ignis Scientia x Reader (NSFW)

Semper Fidelis: Ardyn Izunia x Fem!Reader

Tight Seams: Prompto Argentum x Reader

Society Doesn’t Matter: Noctis Lucis Caelum x Reader x Prompto Argentum

I Don’t Recognize You Anymore: Older!Gladiolus Amicitia x Friend!Reader

Am I A Man?: Prompto Argentum x Reader

Big Hands: Gladiolus Amicitia x Plus-Sized!Reader

Fallen Ill: Ignis Scientia x Reader

Feral Instincts: Werewolf!Gladiolus Amicitia x Reader

Part 1 / Part 2

Hunting Failure: Older!Gladiolus Amicitia x Reader

Warmth: Ignis Scientia x Reader

Wet, Wet, Wet: Gladiolus Amicitia x Reader (Implied NSFW)

Arbutus: Ignis Scientia x Reader

Full Moon Fucking: Werewolf!Gladiolus Amicitia x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Newly Seperated: Noctis Caelum x Reader

Senses: Werewolf!Gladiolus Amicitia x Fem!Reader

Expensive Tastes: Noctis Caelum x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Mutare: Vampire!Ignis Scientia x Reader

Chipped Aegis: Gladiolus Amicitia x Reader

The Wolf Among Us:

Police Dog: Bigby Wolf x Fem!Reader

Chapter 1 l Chapter 2 l Chapter 3 l Chapter 4 l Chapter 5 l Chapter 6 l Chapter 7 l Chapter 8 / Chapter 9 / Chapter 10 / Chapter 11 / Chapter 12

Whose The Dog Now?: Bigby Wolf x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

The Wolf And The Lamb: Bigby Wolf x Satyr!Reader  (Commissioned)

Let Me Reward You: Bigby Wolf x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Softly: Bigby Wolf x Pregnant!Reader

Am I What They Say I Am?: Bigby Wolf x Reader

This Isn’t The Homelands: Bigby Wolf x Deputy!Reader

Struggles: Bigby Wolf x Deputy!Reader

Banshee: Bigby Wolf x Banshee!Reader

Warmth in the Sheets: Bigby Wolf x Reader (Semi-NSFW)

To See Red: Bigby Wolf x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Dream Daddy: A Daddy Dating Simulator:

“Too Many Drinks”: Brian Harding x Reader (NSFW)

Red Dead Redemption 2:

Shine on Him Miss Moon: Werewolf!Arthur Morgan x Reader

Lily: Sean Macguire x Fem!Reader (Semi-NSFW)

Tough As Nails: Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader

Shine On Him Miss Moon: Werewolf!Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4

Sketches: Arthur Morgan x Plus-Sized!Reader

Drunk And In Love: Arthur Morgan x Reader (NSFW)

Protector: Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader

Face Full: Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim:

Wild Chase: Vilkas x Harbinger!Reader (NSFW) (Commissioned)

Cursed: Vilkas x Werewolf!Reader

Stardew Valley:

In A Week’s Time: Elliott x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

When Night Comes: Elliott x Werewolf!Reader

Jak & Daxter:

Scar Tissue: Jak x Reader