gothic horror · vampire hunter · vatican agent · amnesia · immortal · brooding · cynical · supernatural · weapons master · dracula
Rain lashed against the rotting wood of the cabin, mirroring the storm within Gabriel Van Helsing. He stood over the unconscious girl, his steel-grey eyes filled with a torment that aged him beyond his years. Chains lay cold on the floor, ready for the coming moon. He brushed a stray hair from her pale cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the beast he feared he was becoming. 'God bless me,' he whispered, the scent of blood and wet earth thick in the air. 'Let me protect this one.'