Sing the Devil, Prick the Flesh

A/N: This is just a story of what could have happened if Van Helsing had failed and was captured by Dracula. Carl is killed and Anna is now a servant of Dracula's (she doesn't remember anything, only that she was Dracula's servant from the beginning). This is mainly what Van Helsing feels, his pain and anger. (I'm writing this because I have nothing better to do and I'm sort of in a Writer's Block.) Please review! (By the way, Marishka, Verona and Aleera still lives!) NO FLAMES PLEASE!

Summary: AU Van Helsing had failed. He lost Carl, Anna and Frankenstein. Now Van Helsing has no choice but to be Dracula's slave and obey his orders. But still there may be hope... Rated T. Beware.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Van Helsing!

WARNING: There's Violence, Angst and Tragedy! If this isn't your type of story, you should go elsewhere.

Chapter One - Taste for Blood

Van Helsing slumped heavily on the icy, stone walls and breathed the air into his lungs. He was trapped in a dungeon and on his wrists were cold, iron chains that made him shiver. He was half naked, except for the shredded pieces of clothing. There was a window in the dungeon but no light seeped through to comfort Van Helsing.

He had found himself in this state after his failure in killing Dracula and his brides. He was not sure what happened to Frankenstein and he was not sure if Carl was alright as well. He was not sure of anything, only for the fact that Dracula was alive. He knew Dracula was going to torture him, imprison him here, mostly likely forever. There was no denying what he would do to get his revenge.

Van Helsing struggled helplessly in his bonds. The werewolf venom in him had lessened and he could be human while the moonlight did not call on him. He was now frightened of the moon. The great Van Helsing he once was seemed only to fade away each time he saw the moon creeping towards him.

There was a familiar creak and the door to the dungeon opened, revealing Anna Valerious. Only she was dressed in a servant's robes. The woman Van Helsing once knew was now gone from him forever and the woman that had once been called Anna Valerious stood with no memory of who she was and who she had loved. Only the memory that she was Dracula's servant from the beginning was imprinted in her mind.

Van Helsing's eyes looked sadly at Anna, or what was left of her. She was still beautiful as ever but this only made Van Helsing look away. He could not bear the thought that his Anna was no more, the Anna would not come and touch him, kiss him just before they had parted from each other in the Dracula's fortress of ice. He watched Anna holding a tray with food and place it down near Van Helsing quickly. He looked pleadingly up at Anna but she only glanced away. She could not help this man, her Master will punish her if she did. She got up after getting the tray and turned her back on Van Helsing and closed the door to the dungeon.

Van Helsing saw her go and he felt tears creeping up his eyes. Dracula was the cause for this, Dracula had done this to torture Van Helsing. Van Helsing's eyes flared with anger. He would rip Dracula to bits if he got the chance. And he would not fail. He would fulfill it.

He looked down at the food and his eyes showed disgust. On the plate was a freshly, cut up meat from some animal which Van Helsing didn't even want to know. He pushed it away from him as much as possible, though his stomach grumbled in hunger. The wolf in him was trying to reach for the meat but Van Helsing wouldn't let it.

He heard another creak from the door and footsteps that he had not heard since he found out he was here. He looked up and saw to his fury his archenemy, Dracula. He was, as usual, dressed formally. He wore a sly grin on his face and his eyes glinted with pleasure. He also held a whip in his hand.

Dracula looked down at the plate and then at Van Helsing, who glared at Dracula. If these chains did not stop him, he would have done anything to kill the vampire now in front of him.

"Dear Gabriel, you wish not to eat? You are going to starve to death!" Dracula taunted and he could see the dangerous flash in Van Helsing's eyes. He was going to enjoy tormenting Gabriel. He had been rather busy with Anna. She had been strong, pushing Dracula away from him. But finally, she had cracked and Dracula had easily taken all the bits and pieces out of Anna's mind. Now she was nothing more than a slave to him. And Van Helsing was going to be his slave as well. He was going to tame him until Gabriel listened to every word and obeyed them.

"I am not an animal!" Van Helsing roared angrily and thrust himself at Dracula, only to be stopped by the tight chains on his wrists. Van Helsing cried out in pain and Dracula's smile furrowed. He was enjoying every moment of Van Helsing's pain.

"Ohhh.. Gabriel, but you are an animal now. You are my personal tortured wolf. I will enjoy taming you and you will listen to every word I say... Eventually," Dracula spoke and his smile curled into a grin. He drew the whip in his hands as if it were a delicate snake, alive and hungry for blood just like its master.

Van Helsing eyed the whip and then looked up dangerously at Dracula. He would not give in to this blood-sucking monster who stole Anna from him. He growled furiously and started to thrash in his bonds.

"You will obey me, Gabriel. No, werewolf." Dracula hissed and laughed cruelly. He brought the whip high and then the whip lashed out, striking Van Helsing's flesh harshly. Van Helsing gave out a pained growl at first. He was not going to scream for this bastard, this vampire. He would fight him. He felt another lash from the biting whip, but he only gave out a growl of pain once again. His eyes changed feral for a brief glimpse at Dracula, who only laughed and shouted, "Give in, Gabriel, you are mine now!"

"NEVER!" he snarled and this made Dracula give a threatening hiss, followed by another lash of his whips. As it bit at Van Helsing's wounds, the hunter gave an agonized scream, that became muffled from his gritted teeth. He tried to lunge at Dracula but the whips only made him shrink away. His anger and fury was growing larger with every whiplash. Dracula would laugh and keep throwing the whip down on his back, his chest, on his arms and yet Van Helsing did not yell. He was not going to give in, he wouldn't!

"Gabriel, this game is getting rather boring. Plead for my mercy! Give in! You have nowhere to go, Anna is dead, and now that you are my werewolf, the Order will not help you! Oh and did I mention your Friar friend is dead?" Dracula yelled and chuckled when he saw Van Helsing's expression. He let his whip taste a bit more of Van Helsing's blood.

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" Van Helsing bellowed and thrashed in his bonds, trying to break them. Anything to get near the monster who had destroyed everything. The tears that he had pushed away before now came rushing up his eyes, both with a mixed feeling of anger, fear and anguish.

"My! Poor wolf, you saddened? You deserve this, Gabriel! I killed your friend because he helped you. And the Frankenstein monster is now of no use. He has brought life to my children. Chaos will break everywhere and everyone shall fear my name!" Dracula cried out, his eyes glittering like black jewels. His lips were curled into a triumphant smile.

Van Helsing now looked crestfallen. He trembled in his chains, the tears falling from his eyes and falling to his feet. He had failed everything. This was all his fault. Evil will reign the universe. He had sworn to destory evil, but he had only helped it become better. He lowered his head in shame, sobbing miserably. Was he going to be one of Dracula's servants, as his werewolf?

"Now Gabriel, surrender to my will, and I will lessen that pain for you!" Dracula offered with a snicker and Van Helsing looked hopelessly up at Dracula. His body seemed to relax in response and he stop struggling. It would be easier if he gave in, if he stopped being rebellious. All the pain... he wanted it to be over now. Guilt seemed to clutch his heart at what he was about to say.

"Who is your master now, wolf?" Dracula snarled.

Van Helsing, his head lowered, spoke in a whisper.

"You are... Master."