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Fearless?	By : gothikfaerie87 Category: S through Z > Van Helsing Views: 2123 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the movie that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-"Wolf!"
- 2-Delusional Truths
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DISCLAIMER: I am not the owner of any of the characters presented in this story. I don�t own Wolverine, and I don�t own Anna. Nor do I own any other random movie character that happens to pop up. Don�t be too judgmental of the pairing until you�ve seen it in action. I continue to write introductory stuff... PS: I get any more assholes with rude things to say, including those who would dare call me worthless, I've got a message for you: DON'T READ IT. No one told you to read it, no one made you. We are all entitled to our own little fantasies here and if I can at least write something well (I mean, that's readable with correct grammar and spelling and all), then I have reason to write something. Oh, and btw, review = constructive criticism; not bashing on someone you don't even know for ideas you clearly have no understanding of. You write something else, and I will delete it. I wouldn't bash YOUR ideas. Thank you. ~GF

Chapter Two: Delusional Truths

I was in a dark room. How long had it been? It couldn�t have been that long� maybe an hour or two before dawn. I stared around the empty hospital room. It made me uncomfortable. Hopefully I could get out of here soon. Something told me it would be much easier for my attacker to find me here than at home� I rose rather shakily and went to the door, peering down a dark hallway. What wing of the hospital was I in?
Suddenly, I felt as if I were being watched. I looked cautiously around the hall. The place started to look more and more like a psychiatric ward� aluminum doors�a gray darkness� I whirled to see a dark figure crouched in one of the doorways down the hall a bit. Eyes flashed at me and I recognized the shape. Exasperated, I bolted back into my room and slammed the door, trying to lock it. It budged with a slam from the outside as I finally threw the lock. There was a deafening sound as claw marks appeared in the middle of the door; horrific indentations� I backed away from the door as it shuddered under his blows. I could hear him growling outside. He was almost through the door�

I woke with a scream; nurses holding me down with terrified looks on their faces. I was sweating profusely. A psychologist sat nearby observing, and my landlord, looking a bit scruffy at the moment, sat next to him with a concerned expression. "He�s after me!" I cried, "Stop him! Please!"
"Who?" The psychologist asked, balancing his clipboard across his lap, a pen in his hand, and a stern expression on his carved features. I looked at him with fear mounting in my eyes.
"The man with the claws�" I whispered. The room fell silent and the nurses released me as I ceased my struggling. The psychologist stared at me with an incredulous expression.
"Miss Valerious. Don�t be absurd. You must be delusional," he suggested, writing a few things down as he said so. "I recommend you consider returning home to Transylvania. This city is no place for a member of the royal family."
"Why would I lie about this?" I whispered desperately. Mister Carlton looked concerned still.
"Mister Sperry, it appears that Miss Valerious has suffered a great trauma this evening. It is possible that it sparked a nightmare, which she has fused into her perceptions of reality. Allow me to take her back to her apartment so that she may sleep in a quiet environment with less people," He suggested cordially. The psychologist looked doubtful but he didn�t seem to have a better explanation for the incident.
"The police artists will see you in the morning, Miss Valerious, so that you may compile a sketch of your attacker. Once that is done, the hunt will begin. I advise you not to mention anything of these �claws.� They would simply pass off your case for insanity. Stick to what you know and try to sort out dream from reality." The psychologist then rose, nodded at Mister Carlton, and exited the room.
"Are you all right, Anna?" Mister Carlton asked, moving closer to me. I was silent. I didn�t know what to say. No one was going to believe me apparently. What could I say to them now? "Anna?" I turned to look at him.
"Yes. I�m fine," I finally answered, turning my eyes away and getting up. "Just fine."
By the time my landlord had situated me in my apartment, the time was approaching dawn. "Have a good long sleep," he said, "I�m just downstairs. I�ll be there." And then he was gone. Still on edge, and convinced that I was being watched, I curled up with bloodshot eyes on my bed, looking around wearily. I dozed off at one point and woke up at dawn to the buzzer. The police artists? They would have some decency to call at a later hour, wouldn�t they?
Cautiously, I rose and went to the speaker, clicking the button. "Who�s there?" I asked.
"We need to talk," a gruff voice stated. I recognized it from the other night.
"What do you want?" I said, deadpanning. My hand closed around the gun I holstered at my waist.
"To talk," he stated simply. My breathing and heart rate had increased, but I ignored it.
"Did you want to talk last night?" I demanded, "Is that your idea of �talking?�"
"No, that�s my idea of scaring the wits out of unsuspecting women," he replied rather sardonically, "You can either let me up there or I�ll just break in."
"Have you no respect for the law?" I fumed. He chuckled.
"Sweetheart�" I could tell he was leaning in closer to the speaker, "Do I look like a citizen of New York to you?" I didn�t answer and instead clicked off, checking the lock on the door and backing away to the dining room. I sat down, wide-eyed and alert.
It only took moments for the footsteps to resound in the corridor. They weren�t heavy or light, but furtive. A firm knock sounded on the door. I didn�t move. Maybe if I were completely still and silent, he�d think I�d stolen out the back door.
He knocked again, a little more insistently. I held my breath and heard a hefty sigh from outside of the door. Then there was a soft clicking of metal. It sounded like he was fiddling with the lock. After a minute, the door clicked and opened, creaking slightly. I held my position; eyes fixed on the doorway to the kitchen. His steps sounded and the door shut, locking again. He was moving across the floor now. Any minute he�d round the corner and he�d be there�
He strolled into my kitchen like he lived here and paused near the doorway. "We�re gonna have to do something about your methods of hospitality," he mused. I lifted my gun and shot, putting a bullet through him. It sang and sped through his right arm. He flinched with a quick gasp of pain, putting his fingers to the hole and then sighing. He sat down in another chair almost rigidly.
I stared at him, speechless. Why did he seem so indifferent to the fact that I�d just put a bullet through him? I nearly dropped my weapon but instead rested it in my lap, my eyes wide. He smiled lazily at me.
"Why are you here?" I demanded, completely aggravated, "Breaking and entering, physically assaulting, destroying property�" He put a hand to my lips and I shut up, terrified that he�d pull his claws on me. He smirked a bit, easing back into his chair.
"I am not a part of this world," he stated, "What reason do I have to obey the laws of mankind?"
"You sh�" I started.
"Rhetorical question," he quickly re-interrupted. He folded his hands and leaned over his knees slightly, a thoughtful expression taking his face as his eyebrows drew together a bit.
"But why are you here?" I was completely exasperated. Hopefully the police artists would be here soon. It would definitely make things easier. I wasn�t sure I could go through with describing him to them. For some reason, I had a feeling that the case would get thrown out. He leaned back and finally looked at me.
"You�re looking for adventure," he responded. What kind of answer was that? I glared at him and got up.
"Will you just leave? Please?" I requested. He smirked, watching me through hooded eyes. Disgusted, I turned to walk out of the kitchen.
"It�s in your blood, Anna," He called. I froze, and turned slowly to look at him. He looked incredibly pleased with himself and I wanted desperately to just wipe that God damned smug expression off his face.
"Who do you think you are?" I asked, my voice going low with a faint growl. I re-approached and he didn�t shift his position. He watched me with an almost lazy expression, as if I was no threat to him. "Coming into my home, uninvited. You sit, again uninvited. You pretend to know everything. Well let me tell you something," I stood over him with a cross expression, moving my face close to his and meeting his eyes coolly, "Nobody in this city knows who I am. I am independent; I don�t need anyone to help me with anything."
"You reek of fear," he stated simply, not taking his eyes from mine. I pulled back and crossed my arms.
"Get out of my apartment," I commanded, "I don�t want to see your face again."
"Y�sure about that darling?" He got up and approached, looming over me.
"Yes," I stated, with a hateful edge. His eyes flickered with some kind of hidden amusement.
"Do you hate me, Anna?" He asked.
"Yes," I stated again, narrowing my eyes. He grinned.
"I�ll make a deal with you� you let this case drop the moment the police artists get here, and I�ll leave," he proposed. I gritted my teeth.
"Why?" I demanded.
"Because I prefer to keep my identity on the down-low," he answered, cocking his head to one side and sizing me up.
"All the more reason to report you," I answered bluntly, moving away from him towards the door. He stepped in front of me.
"Don�t make me do this, Anna," he warned, eyes glinting. I glared at him.
"Make you do what? Oh, and another thing, how the hell do you know my name?" I snapped, my gaze on fire. He leaned casually against the door, smirking at me.
"I�ve been looking for you," he said. I hesitated.
"Looking for me? For what reason?" I asked. He seemed to chuckle.
"I�ve been�charged with finding you," He stared at me seriously. I backed away slowly, my hand finding the phone behind me. I forced out a little laugh to hide it.
"And�?" I motioned him on, my hand closing around the receiver and lifting. I felt for the numbers and dialed.
"I was sent to bring you back," he stated.
"Bring me back?"
"Yes�" He nodded, smiling a bit. He walked towards me and leaned close. I could feel his breath on my face. "Do you know how intoxicating you are?" He sniffed. I threw a punch at his chest and whirled around towards the door, pressing the receiver to my ear. It was dead. Looking down, I realized he�d unplugged the phone line. He must have done it when he came in. He laughed a little before pressing me to the wall, face-first. I gasped, dropping the receiver.
He breathed in my hair and I shivered. "Get off me," I whispered weakly.
"Fear me," he whispered back into my curls.
"I fear nothing," I growled.
"Nothing?" He smiled against my hair; "You�re an amusing woman�"
"Somehow I doubt you�ll find me very amusing when I kick your ass!" I yelled, throwing my shoulders back. The trick caused him to lose his balance, but not his grip. So we went tumbling to the floor. I screeched and he flipped me over in an instant, pinning me like the night before. I gasped. "Don�t�" I whispered.
"Don�t what?" He growled. "Kill you?" He laughed slightly. I struggled.
"Get off!" I yelled.
"Or what?" He asked, leaning his face down next to mine. I could see his smug expression out of the corner of my eye and there was little I could do about it.
"I will personally see that you are locked away forever," I answered lamely.
"Forever�" He repeated, "That�s a long time." He sounded thoughtful.
"Yeah, you better damn well believe it," I retorted, continuing to writhe against the mass of muscles that held me down. It was completely useless but maybe he�d get annoyed and give up.
"I don�t," He said.
"I beg your pardon?" My form tensed underneath his muscles.
"I don�t believe you," He replied. My face twisted in aggravation and desperation. I clawed at the rug with useless fingers; his hands pressing down on my shoulders in reprimand. A growl sounded from his throat and I felt his teeth on my neck, gently nipping at the skin, but not piercing it.
"I�ll drop the case," I whispered frantically, trying to get my neck out of his reach. He breathed into my skin.
"I�m not sure that I care� now that I have you right where I want you�" He whispered back. There was a knock on the door and I sighed in relief. He growled and reluctantly let me up, giving me a warning expression before moving away into the other room. Scare tactics rarely worked on me, but this was one of those rare cases where it evidently did.
I opened the door to see two men in uniform, with their sunglasses still on. My landlord stood with them. "Anna, this is Officer Troy and Officer Reynolds. They�re here to ask you a few questions about your assault last night," Mister Carlton said, introducing them. I nodded.
"Officers," I started, tilting my head slightly before sighing and relaxing. "I�" I lowered my eyes before looking at them again. "I do not wish to press charges. Quite frankly, I think the man may have been intoxicated or something of that nature. Regardless, I have not been harmed�"
Officer Reynolds chuckled, removing his sunglasses. "Ma�am, whenever we have an assault of any kind, we like to at least have a description of the attacker from the victims. Helps us prevent the same criminal from committing a crime over and over�"
"That�s the problem, Officer," I interrupted, looking at him boldly, "I don�t remember what he looks like." The Officers paused.
"Nothing?" Officer Troy inquired, raising a dark brow at me. I shook my head.
"All I can tell you is that he was very tall and very strong," I stated, pursing my lips and forcing a smile.
"Do you remember anything�striking about this fellow?" Officer Reynolds pressed, leaning curiously on the doorway. Yeah he had two pairs of one-foot claws, I thought dryly to myself. I made an expression that would have implied I was thinking.
"M�nope," I responded. The officers sighed.
"Well, thank you, Miss Valerious. It seems your case is going to be dropped�" Officer Reynolds stated. He exchanged a glance with Troy before turning. "Have a nice day," He said gruffly, tipping his hat and moving off. Troy tipped his hat and followed. My landlord, however, hesitated and looked at me.
"Anna?" He raised a brow. I shook my head.
"Have a nice day, Mister Carlton," I said, shutting the door and locking it again. I sighed and leaned against the door, closing my eyes and pressing my fingers to my forehead.
"Good girl," my visitor commended, standing in the hallway now and looking at me.
"You know, I don�t pride myself on lying," I spat, moving from the door and going towards my bedroom.
"I pride you on it�" He said, taking hold of my right wrist. I looked at his eyes for a moment before jerking my hand away.
"Your end of the bargain, please," I said coldly. He smirked.
"As you wish," he said smugly. And he was out the door without another word. It seemed too easy. I went and checked to make sure the door was locked before I sighed again and moved back into my bedroom. There was one thing that was still getting to me about this whole fiasco. He said he�d been sent to bring me back. Bring me back to what? And for what reason? What didn�t I know? What was I missing?
I sighed. I had a couple of hours left to try and get some sleep before fencing classes. I had better get on that immediately�
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