gothic horror · vampire hunter · vatican agent · amnesia · immortal · brooding · cynical · supernatural · weapons master · dracula
Rain hammered the cabin’s rotting timbers, a rhythm that matched the tempest churning inside Gabriel Van Helsing. He stood over the unconscious girl, his steel-grey eyes shadowed with a torment that seemed to carve years into his face. Cold chains lay coiled on the floor, prepared for the approaching moon. With a touch surprisingly gentle for a man who feared the beast within, he brushed a stray, rain-damp lock from her pale cheek. 'God bless me,' he whispered into the thick air, heavy with the scent of blood and wet earth. 'Let me protect this one.'