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In the Shadow of an Angel's Wings	By : gothikfaerie87 Category: S through Z > Van Helsing Views: 5349 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Four: Broken Fire

�Anna! Anna? God damn it, Anna, open the damn door!� He had
been knocking on the door quite steadily for the past half hour, and he didn�t
show any signs of subsiding. I knew I was only making him angrier, but I was
incredibly stubborn. I sat by the window with my log, staring at the door, my gaze
burning into it darkly. �Miss Valerious,� his voice came sternly through the
door, �Don�t make me do something we�ll both regret.�

Regret. The word sliced through my thoughts like a
knife and I flinched in my seat. �What are you going to do, Mister Van Helsing?
Humiliate me again?� I asked coldly.

He growled. �If that�s what it�s going to take, Anna, I will
not hesitate to!� My eyes turned to cold fire.

�No matter how true that is, I would not go around flaunting
such things. It is improper, Miss Valerious, and I would like to think that my
public actions remained proper,� he answered in an even tone.

�I refuse to have you view me in such a manner!� I yelled,
my rage only further building.

�But that is not how I view you! You are a strong, beautiful
womanna. na. You are just sometimes a little unmanageable, and I needed to ��
He hesitated.

�You needed to what? Prove that you could control me?� I
could feel the tears coming to my eyes.

�Correct me if I�m wrong, but I believe you admitted this
already!� He said, his tone taking a vexed edge.

�Damn you Gabriel!� I snapped, flinging my log at the door.

�Oh, so now you�re throwing things. That�s real
mature of you,� he said. I felt
trapped. �Look. Anna. I�m sorry if I�ve upset you, but this just will not do!�
He persisted.
�It will do for me!� I growled, crossing my arms and staring
at the door. He growled right back at me and threw himself at the door.

�I swear I will break down this door to teach you a lesson
much-needed, Miss Valerious, unless you clean up your act and open this door
yourself!� He roared. I glared at the door and stood up.

�Go on, Mister Van Helsing. Break it down. I would like to
see what management has to say about that!� I answered defiantly.

�You�re enjoying this, aren�t you,� snarled Van Helsing,
�You enjoy aggravating me.�

�Perhaps I do,� I responded, pacing a bit.

�You are going to be very sorry when I get in there, Miss
Valerious,� he said sternly. I snorted.

�I�d like to see you get in here!� I taunted. He growled and
then was silent for a minute.

�Oh, bless the architects of this inn!� He finally
exclaimed, and I heard the sound of metal scraping metal. He was removing the
pins from the hinges! Panicked, I grabbed my coat and ran for the other door
(which led into the hallway), throwing the locks and opening it just as he
moved the other door open. He growled. �Anna, don�t you dare!� But I was
already flying down the hall.

One could swear that hell itself was chasing me! Everything
else seemed imperceptible and I could barely even make out the sound of his
feet pounding down the hallway after me, down the stairs, through the dining
area where a few people looked at us with strange glances. But I barely even
noticed this as I thrust myself out into the cold of Budapest, running down the
partially cleared street and down a side street. I was gasping for breath, but
I wasn�t stopping. I didn�t have any idea of where I was going. Everything
seemed so blurry between my rage and my tears.

�Anna!� He was shng ang and I turned around slightly to see
him bounding after me. He was fuming. I took off anew, this time leading myself
through deep snow. I was delayed slightly but my fear and anger were driving me
away from here�away from the lack of control, away from his arrogance, away
from the feelings I was so unfamiliar with.

Suddenly everything was slowing down and I gasped as I went
plummeting into the snow, Van Helsing firmly latched onto my legs. He wrestled my
struggling for a moment before crawling over me and pinning me into the snow. I
gasped for air as the tears came running down my face and he grunted slightly,
trying to sigh away his anger.

�Damn it Anna, you can drive a man to the end of his wits!�
He finally commented, getting up and dragging me with him. �Cut this out, will
you?� I could tell that the sight of my tear-stricken face had somewhat put him
at a loss for words and he wiped my cheeks with a gloved hand. �Anna� I� I�m
sorry�� He fumbled, �It�s just� you are so infuriating at times.�

�Infuriating?� My eyes burned with the salt of my tears and
another rising anger, �So you think that your actions are somehow helping my
behavior?�

�Look Anna,� he was frustrated, it was obvious, �I love you.
But I am determined to prove to you that I am to be in charge here. It is only
proper that way!�

�You�re wrong!� I fumbled, but I didn�t have something to
back my words up with. I should have bit my lip and thought about it more. He
raised a brow and amusement sank back into his eyes.

�Am I? Well then, by all means, enlighten me,� he said. I
stared at him, the malice building behind my watery eyes. It started snowing
again. I just wanted to run. Escape him. Convince myself that I wasn�t owned by
him. But I was, and there was nothing I could do about it now. �Just face it,
Anna. I own you, plain and simple. Don�t try to fight it anymore, though I do
admire your fire,� he stated, arresting a strong grip on my wrist, �Now, let�s
go back to the inn.�

The inn. No, I didn�t want to go back to the inn! But
that�s where he was leading me through the whirling eddies of snow. His slave,
that�s all I felt like. I didn�t feel like he loved me. I felt like he was
making his job to keep me under a merss gss guard, but humiliate me at the same
time. My life flashed before me in a dark sequence and suddenly I was
absolutely miserable. Was I over-reacting? Was I ever going to be same again?
If I should lose him, what then?

I followed him into the inn, ignoring the inquisitive stares
I received on my way through the dining room, and then walked up the stairs. I
kept my eyes lowered, half-ashamed, and half-terrified. Why was I letting
myself become this? He held open the door for me and then followed me into the
room, pausing to watch me for a moment. I stopped at the foot of the bed, my
head still bowed. I was expecting him to come lunging at me. I heard the door
lock and my pulse increased with a certain excitement and terror, but
truthfully I couldn�t take it right now.

It was only afternoon and I was spent. My eyebrows drew
together in frustrated exhaustion and he approached me. I shuddered in mild
terror as his hand fell almost heavily on my shoulder. He turned me to face him
and lifted my chin to look into my eyes.

�Anna, I do not live to hurt you,� he said softly, staring
at my eyes. I felt my heart breaking at his gaze, his touch, his presence, his�
everything. �Does it honestly bother you to give in once in a while?� His
question resonated. I felt numb.

�All of my life has been fighting, Gabriel. That�s all I�ve
ever known. Fight and live, surrender and die. Now that I�now that we
have saved my family, I don�t know what I am living for anymore. Do I fight
everything still? Do I try to find something else to battle for?� I was
becoming fast exasperated. I�d never opened up like this before. It must have
been the exhaustion. I lowered my voice and tugged my chin out of his grasp,
looking at his chest instead. �Do I�give up on myself, this life� and surrender
myself to God�s arms?� I paused, the question lingering in the air, before I
lifted desperate, tear-stricken eyes to his, �Don�t you understand? I�m lost.
is is left for me in this world? Am I being selfish?� He was listening to
every word and it seemed like he was understanding, but something deeper was
stirring in him.

�Anna, do not pretend you have nothing,� he said gently,
�Me�I have less than you. All I have is you and my duty anymore. I don�t even
have memories to turn to. Do notak lak like this. There is plenty for you, and
plenty of roads left to travel. But whatever you do Anna� don�t leave me.
Please don�t leave me.� He looked at me through eyes that almost looked
confused. My heart sunk a little more. I was being selfish. He didn�t
even know who he was�and here I was stating that I didn�t feel like I knew who
I was, when I had so much more to base my knowledge on. I felt guilty, and
horrible about it. He needed me just as much as I needed him, if not more.
Running was not the answer here.

I gave in, feeling a little broken, and embracing his strong
shoulders, forcing back a needless sob. The day had turned dark, and somehow it
was even heavier in here than it was outside. �I won�t leave you,� I finally
whispered, �I�m so sorry, Gabriel� I�ll never leave you.� He pushed my curls
away from my neck and kissed the bare skin there gently. I knew now that I
should never have scoffed at his arrogance. It was a shield to him�something
that would protect him from the word fear. He�d built up his confidence so he could
do his job; that was not something I could be angry with him over.

�I love you, Anna,� he murmured into my neck, holding me
close. I felt broken but complete, in some regards. I wasn�t sure how to
describe it. The exhaustion was allowing my guilt to linger.

�Forgive me for my behavior, Gabriel,� I asked gently, the
ghost of a sob locking itself around my words. He stroked my hair and kissed my
neck again.

�You�re forgiven, Anna,� he said, �As long as you forgive my
rash actions as well. Sometimes I just don�t think��

�Forgiven,� I whispered, closing my eyes and nestling close
into his embrace. His hands slipped off of me and before I knew was what
happening, he had wrapped me close in his leather coat, bending his forehead
forward to touch mine. I smiled a little at the motion and tilted my head up to
kiss him, which he was clearly requesting of me. He deepened the kiss before
drawing me over to the bed. I whimpered a little, his possible intentions
sweeping my mind, but he simply curled my body close into his embrace,
enclosing our warmth in his coat.

�Rest, Anna,� he whispered softly. I nodded a little with a
sigh of relief and snuggled close against him. �I�ll be here when you wake up,�
he added softly. But I was already dozing off.

�I love you,� the thought barely trailed off of my lips as I
slipped away. But I could feel him smiling on me as I slept�and that alone was
comforting.<
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