{Author Note: if possible do read this in the font Cochin for a better experience}

Dear Reader,
If you are currently reading this then it means you have stumbled upon my journal entries!

You are now currently standing in the Hecate Archives, under the Van Helsing Mansion; which I presume has now been reduced to mere ashes now only remaining as ruins. The archives though are indestructible, sealed with magic, the mansion was not.

It makes me wonder if you are a descendant of ours...Well I mean mine! To be so brave and bold to enter forbidden archives; Alas, It does not matter now though.

Let me introduce myself-

I, the glorious owner of this journal you hold in hand, is the one and only Vladmir Athan, one whose tale of love is still told to young maidens and children. I hope it is. A love story so divine and surreal it sent me to paradise! Quite literally if you're holding this book in hand.

For you see I placed these books quite skillfully within the archives so I am not forgotten.

I'm sure you've heard of vampires, since our kind have been quite common for eons, with us wrecking havoc around the world, ruling for a long time and what not; until the mortals prayers to their Gods gave them salvation.

From then on, were born Hunters, mortals with unique abilities, their blood if only a drop had the same use as holy water, I still can not figure out how but it seemed to burn us alive, yet the vampires who drank it said that even the Elixir of Life could not compare to the taste; they did not live even a few minutes after that. These Hunters made it their sole purpose for generations to kill and protect and so begun the tale of Vampires being shunned as monstrosities, seen as vile creatures of the night nothing more than forsaken ones by the Gods. We had to hide in the shadows hunt our prey disgustingly like starving beasts. If I could change how the world perceived us I would even if cost me my life. I did not choose to be born this way but I had accepted it. The vampire hunters only made me hate myself more when she appeared before my eyes.

It all began the day I laid eyes on the simple clothed lady who wore a crown of brown curly hair that hung in ringlets, while her brown skin seemed to glow dazzling under the night sky, one eye looked as if the sun itself had rested within, an amber which resembled wood that could burn the brightest of fires and the other pale like a piece of the moon was carved to suit her. Her features as if sculpted from the finest of marble. Oh, how exquisite she looked. I wanted to taste her blood even if it were the last time I could.

I thought to myself, 'Athan! It seems finally after decades of loneliness, the Gods have decided to hand you your soulmate!'.

For, dearest gentle reader, my kind as vampires are bound by ancient rules; an ancient destiny if you will. Our soulmate is somehow always human. Yes, you have read that correctly, HUMAN, the ones we devour are the ones we are supposed to love. This bond is governed by three golden (and pathetic) rules; the smell of our mate is irresistible and this craving can not be fulfilled by any other once we get a hint of it; The part that I, personally do not enjoy is the fact that, if our love is unrequited it could be fatal. Yes, I am sighing as I write this. Unrequited love could quite literally kill us. I do not know who came up with this idea, surely I feel it must be the Gods teasing our kind; entertaining themselves by looking at the pathetic way a vampire behaves when lovestruck. Awful behavior really.

So you see many tend to avoid it. Me on the other hand, could not wait to find my soulmate! After many years of wandering the world one tends to get tired of it all...to have seen it all. I wanted to fall in love so that I could finally die in peace.

But, alas! My dream was shattered the moment I realized what she was. I'm assuming you've already guessed it. I know you can not understand my annoyance through writing so as you can now read, I am quite terribly annoyed that you are ruining the surprise I had in store for you!

Fret not dear readers who are so kind as to not ruin the moment unlike the ones above! The lady I am about to tell you about has been named.... The suspense is thrilling isn't it!

You reading this! You better be applauding for the most beautiful, enchanting, hauntingly breathtaking, radiant, alluring woman, Caliadne Van Helsing! I have many more words to describe her but I might end up boring you. We wouldn't want you leaving half-hearted now would we?

So, going back to my encounter with her, there I was strolling through a village at night, the night sky filled with stars, gentle wind made leaves fall from the trees for winter was soon to begin. The villagers were running around, gathering their tiny things, well by things I meant children. So annoying, with their tiny voices and hands grabbing at your neatly washed cape...

I'm getting distracted aren't I?

The humans grabbed everything they could reach for and locked the doors to their homes. Cabins and taverns filled with drunken men sealed their windows shut. I could hear the women praying for a savior, the men slurring their words and children shivering in fear. I walk toward the church that was built at the centre of the village, the paint on the walls was torn away by the natural elements leaving only bare wood in many parts. The tinted windows at the top is what I thought would be the best place to watch.

What entertainment have I found for myself? Isn't that the question stirring in your mind?

Well you see I may have turned one of the villagers into a fledgling. Purely accidental! I only hunted him for a light breakfast and made sure to leave enough blood for him to live, I did not like killing humans.

Do not go praising me just yet because I stated that! I did not enjoy killing them solely since it meant I had to dig a hole in the ground and dirty my clothes to bury the body. Hide the evidence, if you will. This one; he was feisty and decided to try harm my perfect body with a tiny blade he held inside a pocket and a cut across my tiny cheek appeared once his body went fully limp. I did not realize the blood from his cut on my face ended up as a drop in his mouth. This way I made a ceremony bound with him of exchanging bloods, in turn I now had a violent fledgling running amok; as you can it is not my fault. I am honestly aghast at his display of buffoonery! To lay his hands on a vampire! To lay his hands on me! Oh how the ages have changed...

Every villager deserted the streets and hid for my gauche fledgling killed a few villagers. Not my mistake need I remind you. So, from the ground I leaped landing gracefully at the edge of the window, the corner of the tinted piece in front of me gave me enough room to revel in the scene inside. I seat myself on the edge of the window within; my eyes inquisitively darting back and forth across the room searching for my fledgling. I had arrived early you see but it was all worth it.

The doors slammed open and my worthless child of sorts came in running. He screams incoherent words trying his hardest to form sentences, trying to plead for forgiveness, to be spared. He has joined in prayer for in front of him stood the statue of the Man himself. A silver cross behind him, burning the skin of the poor fledgling ever so slightly. Soon behind him were footsteps from outside. I lean in from above to see who was entering. The person had a hat on, which meant I could not see their face but I felt it was a woman; seeing her body move somehow made even my faint heart beat with excitement.

What is this grandiose feeling arising within me?

I continue to watch with new found interest as the lady adorned chains, silver chains around her exposed arms and a cross around her neck with a blood ruby at it's center, a black velvet coat enveloped the remaining of her body.

This woman was a Vampire Hunter. She was from the Family of Hunters; by the looks of the cross it was surely the Van Helsings. Oh how lucky I am! To see a Van Helsing of all!

My gaze never diverted from her as she stood above the poor converted man in front of her. She tossed her hat to the side and threw her cape over the old broken wooden seats. It seems this church has been deserted for a long time. No wonder the villagers could not form a single proper prayer while begging to spare their lives.
Her clothes consisted of only a plain white shirt and black pants with boots, a belt which extended out a round of bullets and a silver gun with tunics etched across the barrel.
Her hair, it hung in ringlets of curls,dark brown like dried blood with a streak of blonde running across the middle of her hair..

Well, that thought made me hungry, I wonder if my last meal could be a Helsing...

Her brown skin exposed to the moonlight made her seem almost like she was a mythical being of sorts. She kneels down next to the fledgling and began chanting a few prayers before getting up and pulling out a gun she nestled against the belt. Her eyes as the sun and moon, acted as judges perceiving what laid before her. Her neck laid bare in front of me only a distance away and my eyes could not move while my mouth began to quiver slightly.

"To seek frith, you have decided to hide in the house of God? But, it seems young fledgling, no one can save you. You were abandoned by your master were you not, pitiful creature?"

She lets out a sigh and presses the gun against his forehead as he lets out a growl.

"Immortality is wasted on the young. I am bored currently you filthy creature, entertain me."

Her voice felt like music in my ears, commanding yet endearing of sorts. With that she pulls back the gun as the fledgling leaps forward trying his best to kill her but she keeps dodging every attempt with such grace and landing a blow just the same with her chain bound arms. The youngling hissed at the burns forming across his skin. This does not stop him though, for incomplete fledgling - ones without guidance of their master are nothing more than wild beasts on a hunt for prey. For blood. He lunges at her again and again without hesitation, she sends him flying across the room once, slamming him against the wall, she even tossed him against the statue by grabbing his neck. All he did was wail around helplessly. A shameful display.

My thoughts distracted me for a mere moment for I imagined myself in his place.

Oh, mercy! How I wish it were me being held up by my neck like that!

But I was pulled back in when the sweet smell entered my nostrils, making all my senses seem to dance. It was her blood, it smelled so... Surreal.

No words can form in my head even as I'm writing this entry. No words can describe the smell.

The fledgling managed to cut her, a scratch upon her shoulder, staining her white shirt, while he on the other hand stood, his fingernail dripping her blood and on the ground, I resisted the urge to taste it from the ground or her shoulder for that would be my last. Yes, I did in fact want to die but, not like that!

I crave a death that now seemed only she could satiate.

My body felt the sudden urge to pull his heart out from his chest. The feeling welling up inside me seemed possibly only one thing. I had fallen for this woman in front of me. I had found my soulmatch; finally I could die! What is more spectacular is the fact that I could die doing what I only dreamed of! To drink the blood of a Vampire Hunter! And not just any vampire hunter...

TO DRINK THE BLOOD OF A VAN HELSING!

- end of chapter!