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Fearless?	By : gothikfaerie87 Category: S through Z > Van Helsing Views: 2122 -:- 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. Chapter one is mostly just an introduction. Oh and fyi, the idea for this pairing wasn�t exactly my idea; I merely chose to write it down and get creative with it. ^_^

Chapter One: "Wolf!"

Fencing class was getting out late this evening, and I was incredibly weary of the streets at this time of night. None of the other teachers or students would be walking the same way as I, so I was on my own. I�d been sent from the heart of Transylvania to teach these classes in New York City. My assistant was kind enough to show me around a bit. I was here almost completely voluntarily, having finally decided that residing as royalty in a boring town hardly provided enough action for my needs. Plus, I seemed to be one of the only people in the world, who remembered the ancient techniques of European swordplay and could perform them well, so I was ideal for the job.
New York City was certainly not a boring place. But it didn�t provide the adventure I was necessarily seeking, so I was already making plans to travel elsewhere: to Asia perhaps. The students bid me farewell in a cordial fashion and went their separate ways. My assistant grinned at me. "Excellent class Miss Valerious," she stated, before heading off. I smiled and waved before bidding my supervisor good night and going on my way.
I�d met a few ignorant souls on the streets before. They were always looking for money or sex but by the time I was through with them, they were looking for their mothers. I smirked to myself but then came to the realization that I was in no particular mood to deal with them tonight, for whatever reasons. Another thing I liked about New York City was the noise. Back home, the silence was so dead and deprived you of sensory stimulation, which could eventually drive you insane. The noise also served to block out the horrifying dreams I used to have when I was back home�terrible dreams of death and fear�battling creatures that didn�t even exist. Well�anymore anyway.
I�d looked into it at the local library of course. I researched my family, my name� everything led to the concept that I was somehow the reincarnation of Anna Valerious I. No one knows how that came about; as it was clearly rumored that after her death in a strange incident back in 1888, there was not a single Valerious left in the line. Perhaps there was something that had been missed out on, but I wasn�t about to question it. I was long since past caring. All I knew was that I had a duty to preserve my family�s pride, and I was haunted by strange dreams. Perhaps I would go see someone about the dreams. I�m sure I could get some kind of hypnosis or drugs for them�
I sighed, shaking my head and shouldering my fencing equipment as I began walking the ten blocks. I hummed quietly to myself as I occasionally squinted up at a towering building. I did have to marvel at the architecture here. While it wasn�t as quaint and elegant as European building, it was still amazing to see such towering creations no doubt composed of tons of steel and glass. You�d never find that in Vaseria. Thinking vaguely of my hometown, I questioned leaving my brother in charge of things. Sometimes he tended to get a little� wild as far as abusing the ballroom. He certainly didn�t throw elegant dinner parties.
One thing that really did bother me about the city was the fact that you couldn�t see any stars. That�s something I really missed. There was something enchanting and moving about the night sky, and not having that was almost depressing.
"What�s a young lady like you doin� out on the streets at this time of night without an escort?" A sleezy voice slithered from the shadows. A dark figure revealed himself almost casually, flashing a knife. "Lookin� for trouble?" I found myself rolling my eyes. I�d taken down guys with guns. Who cared about his useless little blade?
"I was looking for you," I answered smoothly, dropping my bag and yanking out a rapier and a gauche instantly. I held him at the tip of the rapier and raised a brow, moving him slightly into the light so he could see me better. He seemed to sneer but quickly lost that bit of dignity when I narrowed my eyes. "Did I mention I�ve been trained in the ancient arts of combat and I could kill you with one blow?" I stated almost casually. The man gulped, his dark eyes shifting underneath a rim of dark, bushy brows. I swear I could see his little beard quiver in the streetlight and couldn�t help but smirk deviously. "So I give you until the count of three to get your ass out of here," I suggested, "One�" The man scrambled and bolted down the alley. "Two!" I called. He disappeared from sight and I chuckled, replacing my weapons.
"Three," a voice said from nearby. I quickly straightened and pulled my rapier again, whirling to search the shadows. I heard a soft whoosh of air and turned around again, my gaze turning to frantic for an instant before my eyes narrowed.
"Who�s there?" I demanded.
"Hm," the voice replied. I shouldered my bag, keeping my rapier in my hand.
"Well �Hm,�" I responded sarcastically, "I have a home to return to, so if you have one, I suggest you return to it as well. I�m not going to talk to objects." I turned on my heel and continued on my way, annoyed.
As I rounded a corner, a set of silver claws appeared out of nowhere and gripped the edge of the stone building, creaking with an unholy sound. I paused and took a step back, my heart beating in my ears. "Did you miss me?" The voice continued.
"Look," I narrowed my eyes again, "I don�t know who or what you are, but I have no fight to pick with you unless you threaten me. Right now I don�t feel threatened. I feel incredibly annoyed and tired, and I want to go home." The voice laughed softly in response before a rather imposing male stepped onto my path and crossed his arms, long claws protruding from his fingers to either side, constructed of some kind of metal. I stared for a moment at his dark features.
"Fearless�" He rounded me, scrutinizing every aspect of me. I started to feel incredibly uncomfortable; like I�d finally met something or someone I couldn�t beat. He just seemed to radiate that presence. "Leather. You have some sense of fashion," he chuckled, poking at my leather bodice with a claw. I flinched before remaining completely still. He moved close and took a deep breath of my hair and neck. I shuddered before coming to my senses. "Well you smell nice�even though you could probably do something with this hair of your�" My rapier was up at his chin, pushing him away.
"I didn�t ask you for your opinion of me, sir," I stated darkly, noting the rather intimidating muscles of his arms but forcing back the fear that would have risen.
"European. Romanian, I assume," he continued, flicking his claws up and knocking my rapier to the ground. He rested a foot on the weapon and took me in with continuously darkening eyes. "I must say you�re the most interesting woman I�ve found on the streets in weeks�" I spat on him and threw a kick to his abdomen, sweeping up the rapier and bolting away towards my apartment.
As I rounded the gate, I drew back with a gasp as he rose from a crouched position and raised an amused brow at me. "Feisty too," he commented, "Would this by chance be� your home?" He smirked knowingly. I felt my rage firing up again.
"Do you want me to shoot you?" I demanded.
"Not really," he answered, grinning widely at me. I growled and threw a jab at his chest with my rapier. He grabbed it and wagged a finger at me. His claws were gone and I couldn�t understand if he was some freakish creature or if he was just trying to scare me with some new toys he got off of the internet. "That�s a no-no m�dear," he said, twisting the weapon around and arresting my arms with his biceps flexing perceptibly against my upper half. I screeched, my feet dancing around to stab his toes with my heel. He seemed to avoid such blows and chuckled a bit. I gasped, trying to wrench away from his iron-grip, but he had me in such a position that all of my self-defense was useless. His claws suddenly retracted and clamped around my arms. My eyes went wide with terror. I was definitely dealing with something inhuman. I ceased struggling to catch my breath.
He breathed in my neck sharply and sighed. "Not very fearless now, are you�" He whispered into my ear. One of his hands loosened enough on my arm and I brought my fist up to his nose, catching him completely off-guard. He nearly toppled over with the blow and I flew up the steps to my door as he recovered and sprung up the path after me. I finally got the key in and threw myself through the door, which closed and clicked just as he skidded to a stop at it. He snarled through the glass at me and I crawled backwards from the door.
He slammed an angry fist on the glass and scratched downwards, leaving his claw marks on the glass. The sneer on his face was unmistakable and I stabilized myself immediately, running upstairs and into my room with a gasp for air. I retrieved my gun with the idea that whatever this thing was, it was trying to kill me. Locking my door behind me and taking the key, I sidled back down the stairs and went to the glass door, examining the claw marks. He was nowhere in sight but the marks glinted with a silvery flicker. What was I up against, and why had it gone after me? Raising a brow at the empty street, I turned around and felt a hand whip my shooting hand back.
My eyes went wide as I looked up at him. He had somehow gotten into the building. "I expected better of you," he remarked, "You don�t really seem like the type of girl to run."
"What do you want?" I asked, my back pressed flat to the glass.
"What do you think I want?" He responded, narrowing his dark eyes and raising me to eye level. I stared back through terrified eyes. A smirk tugged at the corners of his smug mouth and I took the opportunity to make a mental sketch of him should I need to report him to the police. Dark hair that seemed to be gelled in two arcs at the back of his head, sideburns, flaring nostrils, intense eyes, dark brows�he shook me. "Answer me!"
"I don�t know what you want!" I stuttered. He looked incredibly dissatisfied with the answer. The look he now gave me was terrifying, and I was right to fear him as he threw me down the foyer. I skidded over the rug on my hands and groaned an �ow� as I felt the rug-burn on my palms. He was upon me now. I felt his knee hold down my legs as he grabbed my wrists and pulled them together behind my back, bringing me up slightly in an arch. I yelped as his face came close to mine, his breath ragged and annoyed.
"It�s not that hard to think about. You own nothing of value, do you?" He asked. I caught my breath and shook my head, rocking and trying to get away. But it was useless. "Then what other reason would there be? I want you, darling. That�s why I�m here." With a burst of energy, I flipped us over so I lay on top of him. My hand broke free and grabbed the spiral cord of the emergency phone in the hallway, my other hand frantically clicking the numbers �9-1-1.� He snarled angrily and sliced the phone cord with his claws. But it was too late. The police would trace the call in minutes and they would be here soon.
He threw me down under him and rose, looking at me breathlessly for a moment. Then a wicked smile spread over his face as he stepped back slightly. "I should warn you�" The sirens started and his ears seemed to perk up as he glanced towards the door. "I don�t take too kindly to women who cry wolf," he finished, "Have a good evening, dear." His claws returned to their internal sheaths and he disappeared up a stairwell. The glass door then busted open and I looked to see a string of police officers rushing in. Two came to me immediately.
"Ma�am, are you all right? What�s wrong?" One of them asked.
"Up the stairs!" I stated breathlessly, pointing after my attacker shakily, "He assaulted me!" A handful of officers bolted up the stairs and the other two helped me up.
"Are you all right? Do you need to see a doctor? Get the paramedics in here�" One of the officers said in a slew. I stared at him in a daze as one ran out the busted door. My landlord, Mister Carlton, had by this time risen and come out into the hallway.
"Anna?" He asked, a look of disbelief overcoming his face. I murmured, feeling feverish and beaten. A few things had been twisted and none of it felt good. I clutched my gun protectively as the paramedics put me on a stretcher and whisked me off to the hospital, all the while my landlord looking in quite a state of shock. How was I going to explain this now? They�d shattered the evidence�literally. How could I tell them that a man with retractable claws assaulted me?
Somewhere on the ambulance ride, I blacked out and had a terrible dream about werewolves�
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