I Lay Me Down to Sleep

As I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take.

A/N: I don't own Van Helsing or any related matieral. Such a shame. Anyway, I was a little disapointed with the lack of well writen het Helsing fiction on the web so far so I had to write my own. C'mon people... sex with Velkan's dead body?? Ugh, gross. Have some class. Although I gotta give props out there to all the slashers for their origonality. I haven't seen such a wide range of strange pairings since I last looked into the Zelda archives.

Without further adu... glorious Van Helsing x Anna love. Because he was totally macking on her the whole movie and it should be a sin that Carl got laid and Van Helsing didn't. A sin I tell you. *shakes her head*

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By all rights, it should’ve been one of the happier moments in Van Helsing’s decidedly unhappy existence. Moments of peace, in body or mind, came rarely to him. Both at once were practically unheard of. Yet as he sat in front of the crackling campfire, alone save for Anna sleeping quietly at his side, he felt… calm. Some ways away, the carriage rattled under the weight of the Creature sleeping within. Helsing smiled faintly at that. They had long since crossed the mountains ringing Transylvania and had yet to be attacked. Perhaps the poor Creature would be safe after all. Ah, optimism. He had almost forgotten what it felt like. He seemed to be recalling a great many feelings he had long thought discarded of late and had a good idea who to blame for a great many of them.

Helsing dropped a hand lightly to Anna’s hair, fascinated by the way her curls sprung back into place as he smoothed his fingers across them. She was a firebrand, yet he enjoyed entertaining the idea that he might be one of the few who knew what lay beneath her stubborn exterior. When they had first met, he thought for sure that he would go insane trying to work with her. At every turn she would meet him head-on, unwilling to yield until she got her way. The way she reminded him of himself was frightening and more than a little troubling. If they had continued on the way they had been, Helsing was quite sure that nothing would’ve gotten accomplished at all. The night in the snow barely a week ago had taught him a valuable lesson in compromise. His reasons at the time might have, admittedly, been somewhat selfish, but he considered it now a step in the right direction.

He stroked the backs of his fingers across Anna’s cheek and she slowly opened her eyes. She looked up at him, her expression sleept cot concerned. He could help but smile just a little.

“Is something wrong?” she asked in her rough Romanian accent. He shook his head and she sat up, shuffling up against his side and nudging her way under his arm. Obliging her, he draped his arm across her shoulders.

“I can’t wait to see Rome,” she murmured, stifling a small yawn. She prodded the fire iwithwith a thin stick. “When Dracula is dead, I think that I will want to travel and see the world.”

He responded with little more than a small sound of affirmation. Gypsy blood still ran in her veins, even if her family had long ago settled down. It didn’t exactly surprise him. Maybe then, when everything was done, he could see her in the occasional city somewhere. They could run into each other on their separate travels, their paths crossing through destiny. It was a life that he was well aware he would never have, but it didn’t stop him from entertaining the fantasy. There was that optimism n. Hn. He sighed a little, amused. Anna was doing strange things to his head and he wasn’t entirely displeased with the notion.

On a whim, he gently worked the stick from Anna’s fingers and tossed it into the fire. When she turned to look at him curiously, he caught her chin with his free hand and dropped his head to brush a kiss lightly across her forehead. When she didn’t move, he kissed the bridge of her nose before finally pressing his lips against hers. She opened herself quickly to him, clutching at the edge of his coat as he pulled her closer, drawing her up along his side. She broke the contact almost as quickly as it had started, leaning back to look up into his dark eyes.

“That was very forward of you, mister Helsing,” she admonished breathlessly.

He offered her a faint smirk before replying, “You didn’t seem to be complaining.”

She huffed and he could see her flush. He had decided at that to leave well enough alone and go to sleep while he was ahead, but he should have known better than to expect Anna to accept defeat. Even at the hands of the great Van Helsing.

The next thing he knew, he was flat on his back, her hands on his chest pressing him against the ground and her mouth across his stealing any and all rational thought from his head. He vaguely remembered being in this position once before, but the situation had been a bit more dire. This time he had the luxury of peace, solitude and apparently a willing Anna. She needed little coaxing and the kiss deepened, the pace almost desperate. Helsing hooked a hand behind Anna’s head, his other arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her down to him. She shifted against him, pressing her hips against his and earning a deep sound of pleasure from him in return. She did it again and he broke the kiss, gasping.

“Do not tempt me,” he breathed, silently hoping that she wouldn’t heed his warning. He needed this.

She was still for a moment before sitting up unexpectedly. When he tried to follow her up, she shoved him back to the ground. Her expression deed hed he remain where he was, but having to look at her kneeling haughtily across his stomach made the act of staying still difficult at best.

She gestured sharply at him and snapped, “You’re one to talk, Van Helsing!” once again making his name sound more like a curse than anything else. “You were the one doing the tempting if I remember or are you just playing coy? The idea doesn’t suit you.”

“Who’s playing coy?” he mumbled irritably. nna nna smiled and shifted back slightly, brg heg her hands against his stomach. “I thought my intentions were clear, mister Helsing,” she practically purred, rubbing against the growing bulge in his pants with a soft gasp.

“And it seems yours are as well,” she added, looking down at him from under her lashes. His only answer was a clipped groan. He didn’t trust himself to either move or speak, as either would have likely ended up in something unintended. It wasn’t hard to read his intentions through his traitorous body, but if he even thought that she’d believe him, he would have told her that he honestly hadn’t expected to take things as far as she was assuming. Despite what the church and the general public had to say about him, he really did try sometimes not to so blatantly disregard the virtues some would wish him to adhere more closely to.

But, again, the present situation with Anna was making it extremely difficult to live up to what was expected om. Bm. Be it virtue or simply being on good behavior. She was … very convincing.

Before he could figure out exactly how to defuse the situation, Anna’s fingers were at his vest, making quick work of the buckles. She pushed it aside and when he tried to make a grab for her arms, she intercepted his wrists and pushed them back to the ground, pinning them there with her legs. While this at least removed her tempting backside from his hips, it now placed her squarely across his ribs. It wouldn’t have been very hard to dislodge her; Van Helsing was considerably stronger than she was, but his rational mind was in rebellion and it was making the formation of an argument against the current situation very difficult. She pulled his sweater free from the top of his pants and slipped her hands under it to his skin, drawing a startled breath from him. He tried to caution her again, but she silenced him with a slow, languid kiss. It only frustrated him more. He wanted to touch her, hold her, but he got the disturbing feeling that the encounter would end badly if Anna did not get her way. It was a situation he was becoming familiar with.

She ended the kiss after a long moment, letting her mouth hover a few tantalizing spaces from his. Catching his gaze with her own, she noted idly that his eyes were a muted shade of green. Funny how she had never noticed before. He mumbled her name, lifting his head to seek out her lips and she allowed him that, kissing him eagerly. She freed one hand from his sweater to press against his jaw, feeling the rough stubble across his skin and the faint twitch of muscle and tendon working just below. He had an intoxicating power; it radiated from him, even when he was at rest. Feeling it bound and restrained under her was exciting to say the least.

Sitting up, she quickly removed the long scarf that seemed constantly present around Van Helsing’s neck, but did not toss it aside. The look in her eyes made him squirm, and for all the wrong reasons. By the time he had registered what her game was, she had both of his arms above his head, his wrists wrapped in the soft scarf. He shot her an angry glance, but she simply removed the knife from her boot, flicked it open and planted it firmly through the scarf between his wrists and into the ground. He dug one heel into the ground, set upon freeing himself from this rather unsettling predicament, but once again Anna was one step ahead of him. She slid back along his legs, trapping them under her.

“Come now, Van Helsing. You can’t be completely opposed to the idea,” she murmured, laying down along his length and folding her arms across his chest. He watched her toy with a strand of his hair and he had to admit, the view wasn’t bad. Although he could quite easily do without the restraint.

“Only if you expect to tease me all night,” he hissed, twisting his hands against the scarf. The blade stuck between them was a definite discouragement to any ideas of pulling himself free.

She leaned forward to whisper in his ear, “A tease I may be, Van Helsing, but I am not so foolish as to leave you wanting.” At that, she sat back on her knees, letting her fingers trail across his mouth and chin, down his chest to the edge of his sweater. She pushed it up, kissing his exposed skin as it was bared. When she passed her tongue across one flat nipple, he thought his eyes might roll strait back into his head. She repeated the motion on the other one and he gasped out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. Leaving his chest, she drew back again and shuffled back down his legs as her fingers nimbly unhooked his belt.

Van Helsing could do little more than groan deliriously as Anna freed his aching arousal. The scrape of her fingers, rough with a lifetime of swordplay, against his overly sensitive skin was truly going to drive him out of his mind… and she knew it. Damn her, was she enjoying this? He couldn’t stop the low, strangled cry from escaping when he felt her warm, wet tongue against him. He lifted his hips, silently seeking more; although if she expected him to outright beg, she was going to be disappointed.

Anna seemed welcome to oblige and she took as much of his length into her mouth as she could manage, wetting him with her tongue before beginning a tortuously slow rhythm with her hands. He pushed his hips into her fingers as best he could manage with her weight on his legs, tilting his head back with the sheer pleasure of the feeling. He groaned her name through clenched teeth and Anna shivered at the thrill of having such a man at her mercy. Inspired, she returned her mouth to his member, suckling at the tip as her hands increased the pace.

Normally a man known for his resolve and cool in aversive circumstances, Helsing found his will crumbling with disturbing swiftness under Anna’s ministrations. Dear God he needed this… he needed HER, but he’d be damned if he let her play it out like this.

“Anna… Anna, stop,” he gasped desperately, trying to think of anything but her hands and lips on him; to keep from making a fool of himself. It wasn’t working. “Stop!”

He finally managed enough sense to throw her off him with a sudden roll of his hips, sending her tumbling to the side. She spit out his name, but Van Helsing was too concerned with trying to rein his rampaging desires back under his control to care. Before she could physically knock the sense back into him, he managed an explanation.

“It shouldn’t be like this. I want you… let me have you.”

She shuddered under his intense gaze, dark with lust. What he was asking… she wasn’t entirely sure she had been prepared for it. Some part of her had rationalized that he would appreciate it if he could just lay back and enjoy it but it was too late now to just stop. She glanced at the taut length of his body, allowing herself the time to properly appreciate his powerful form. She really had been a fool not to want this. She smiled and stood up, dropping her jacket and turning away from him to work free the laces down the back of her corset. She let it fall to the ground, turning her attention to the thin blouse underneath. She left it hanging loose off her shoulders and had just finished removing her boots when the hair on the back of her neck just about stood on end.

She spun on her heel just in time to see Van Helsing, free of his bonds and devoid of clothing save his pants and boots, lunging for her. He muffled her cry of surprise with a searing kiss, crushing her to his chest and tumbling them both back onto his discarded coat. She struggled against him, frantically trying to regain the advantage she’d lost, but he shoved her down, quelling her protests with touches and kisses. He dragged his hands down her body, pausing only to push aside her blouse so that he could kiss her breasts as he followed his hands with his mouth. Her body jumpedthe the sensation, her hips lifting in response and Helsing took the opportunity to strip her of her pants.

He hesitated for a second, gripping her legs at the knees and catching her dazed look before he thrust into her, muffling both his groan of satisfaction and her shout of shock with a kiss. He held still for a moment afterwards, trying to ignore his body’s demands for release, pressing his forehead against Anna’s and letting his hands slide down her legs to her hips. She trembled, gasping raggedly and trying to collect her scattered senses.

When he began moving, sliding in and out of her in a steady rhythm, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Her eyes widened as her fingers traced a pair of long, prominent scars down his back, below his shoulders. He met her eyes, but before she could utter even a word in question, his fingers were in her hair, forcing her head back. He punctuated the act with an almost violent thrust of his hips, holding tight onto her dark curls.

Anna dug her nails into his waist, her body arching against his as his movements became quick and powerful. He shifted, crouching over her, his boots digging into the ground and his hands, fisted in her hair, holding her in place. Her fingers scratched at his back, her body trembling under Van Helsing’s frantic assault. She’d been foolish to try and subdue him and now she was paying for it, as his body demanded her own submission. She writhed under him, not even bothering to try and meet his thrusts; instead simply letting him push into her again and again, his own pace maddening enough. He gasped into her ear and she answered with muffled cries.

Finally, when it seemed that Anna would expire from the sheer pleasure of it all, Van Helsing sat back on his heels, jerking her up after him and pulling hern aln along his length with almost painful force. He covered her mouth in a hungry kiss, drowning out her shout as she came. It was too much for his already broken control and he followed her over that edge, throwing his head back with a long, ragged sigh, losing himself in release.

He shuddered, feeling exhaustion crash over his body. God, had he ever been this utterly sated? Mindful of Anna, he let himself crumple down onto his coat, untangling his hands from her hair to hold her close. Rolling onto his back, he expended the last of his strength and pulled her across his chest, breathing her name. She looked down at him and brushed several sweaty strands of hair from his forehead, smiling tiredly. He answered her with a small smile of his own and she tucked her head against his shoulder, relaxing into his embrace. As she listened to his breathing slow in sleep, she murmured a quiet prayer before following him into unconsciousness.

Lord, keep us safe this night,
Secure from all our fears.
May angels guard us while we sleep,
Till morning light appears.

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A/N: As a note, in the movie, you never do get a clear shot of Van Helsing's bare back, so there's no real evidence as to what is or isn't there. But based on information from the website and evidence in the movie itself, I like to assume that 'Gabriel' had wings at one point. Don't buy the theory? Go to the offical website (www.vanhelsing.net), go to Carl's Lab and click the 'Who is Van Helsing?' link to read some 'news articles' about him. The last one is the most interesting as it's information that's never mentioned in the movie. *fangirls all over the place*

So yes. I give Gabriel Van Helsing wing scars. :)