A.N. hey I don't own any of this, poor poor me.

Three years have passed since what happened in Transylvania, and Carl is still stubbornly at his side. For six months following the incident, Gabriel Van Helsing didn't care if her died. Every case he took on was done in an uncaring manner. After the third case, the third time that he came back to their hideout half dead Carl snapped. Carl had patched him up the past to but this time he refused. Not only that but he punched him and then yelled at him for an hour, ending the rant by saying that Anna would be mad at him for not being able to care for himself.

So here he was walking back into the Vatican with Carl at his side. The young friar had grown a lot during his time spent with Van Helsing. He was more confidante, stronger and quicker on his feet. As soon as they were passed the doors and into the church, he disappeared. That was another thing that he had learned how to do. Carl knew where they were going and what routs to take, so him disappearing was no big for the duo.

As Gabriel walked toward the confession box, a young priest intercepts him and shows him down a different entrance, to the armory. "Mr. Van Helsing we have a big problem."

"You must be new here kid. First don't call me mister. Second I handle big problems. So what is it and how do I kill it."

"The creature is a vampire. If reports are to be believed it is Dracula. You are to go back to Transylvania. First you are to go to Ireland. There you are to pick up a fellow knight who is having some trouble with a group of banshees. From there you are back on a boat and to Transylvania, tacking this warrior with you."

" Dracula can not be alive. I killed him, twice, if he is to be believed. How the devil… o yah he has connection in that department. So what do I need to fight a banshee?"

"Well let's see, we will need some sword and stakes for Dracula. And for a banshee we will need, well I don't rightly know." Replies Carl as he walks forward carrying the gunnysack with some stuff sticking out of the top. After all of the years that Gabriel had been working for the brotherhood he was still not use to how fast information spread around here. Some times this place was worst than a room full of schoolgirls.

One of Carl's fellow scholars walked forward and said, "Well no one really knows. If you wound it enough then it should die but wondering it is the hard part. Most can't get close enough to do the job. Most don't even last through the first ten minutes. If this knight has lasted as long as it is rumored, this person should be a great help to you an your next mission." With that said the middle-aged fellow got this faraway look on his face and said "The fighter you need is waiting for you at her family estate." With that he shakes himself out of the trance that he was in and walked away like nothing had happened.

"You'll have to excuse brother James, he occasionally has minutes of prophesy. He is usually right but no one knows that till after the event has taken place." Both Carl and Gabriel share a look and then get back to business. Carl finisher packing up the weapons while Gabriel grabbed some last minute supplies, after ten minutes of this they are ready to leave. As they walk out to the stables Gabriel realizes that they were not told who the Knight was nor where to find him. The young priest that that escorted him down to the laborites pops out of one of the doors and says. "Most of the records on this knight have been lost. We do know that they go by the name Aaron and can be found about three days ride from Dublin. They are stationed with Father Samuel somewhere out side of the town. Have and nice trip and happy hunting." Ten days latter Carl, Gabriel, and their two Transylvanian horses were unloaded in Dublin.