Hi everyone! This is the first fanfic I have ever posted on here. Please don't shoot me. Begs It's a Van Helsing story with a "Little Mermaid" plot. I hope you all like it. :)
P.S. I don't own any of the Van Helsing characters. (Sadly. :( ) Nor do own anything from The Little Mermaid. This is all in pure fun.
Please R&R. Love you all:D
I ran upstairs and into my room, slamming the door and falling by my bedside. How could they say something like that? How could they just... I felt the tears roll down my cheeks and onto the bedspread. I gripped the cloth tightly. How could my parents say such a horrible thing?
"It doesn't matter, sweetheart... he isn't real."
I couldn't believe they had said that, I had no response for that. I told them how much I loved him and they shot it down. I just lay there, crying my eyes red. A cold wind swept through me and I could hear the night outside... I don't remember leaving the window open.
Just then, I thought I heard something. It was soft, like footsteps falling on silk.
"Poor child." A voice whispered softly. I had never head that voice before... but it sounded so familiar.
"Poor sweet child." Another voice, I dare not look up, please let this all be my imagination.
A hand snaked under my chin and lifted it upward. A beautiful woman started at me with warm eyes. She lifted another hand and brushed away my tears.
"Do not cry, dear one." She whispered, "We have come to help you."
My eyes hurt from crying, I rubbed them slightly, "Who are you?" I breathed; no one I had met had ever been so warm to me. I allowed my eyes to adjust and gasped! The woman who stood before me was dressed all in gold and yellow... it looked like outfit one might wear in a harem. But it was the eyes that gave her away, they were warm at first, but they glowed a horrible yellow. I backed away and found two other women looking at me. One wore a gown of white and green, making her look like a blooming flower. She had dark eyes, one that had seen the change of time and her hair was raven black. The final one had to be the youngest. She wore a gown of pink and her hair was a fiery red. She smiled at me, a cruel smile. They're faces showed kindness, but I knew they could not be trusted. I turned to run, but one of them was already in front of me.
"Don't be scared my dear." She whispered and forced me back, snapping her fingers and causing the door to lock, "We mean you no harm."
I backed away from her; she reached forward and ran her hand through my hair,
"We come here in the name of someone dear to us." The eldest spoke, her voice worldly and grand, "Someone who wants to help you..."
At that moment, the one who had been before me, grabbed me and pulled me close to her. I panicked, knowing that this would be the end. However, she released her grip slightly and embraced me from behind as though I were her own kin.
"Help me?" I whispered, "I don't understand."
"We know how you are aching inside." The one whom I had first seen spoke softly, "Dying to see the man you love... and no one understands."
The youngest tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and whispered softly in my ear,
"Our master has great powers..." She spoke softly yet coldly, "He would be more than willing to help you."
I felt myself cringing and pull backward, I knew who they spoke of and I would not be drawn in.
"No... He's a monster... he would never... I could never go to something so evil... get away from me!" I cried, "Leave me alone!"
The eldest shrugged, "If that's what you want, my dear. We won't force you to come." She motioned for the other brides to follow before she stopped and started at something. It was a picture I kept near my bedside.
"So handsome, I'll admit. He deserves a beautiful young woman on his arm... and since Anna died... he's been so heartbroken." She whispered, her voice filled with sadness.
Inside I knew she couldn't feel sadness... but my heart longed to see him. I grasped the sliver crucifix around my neck; it gave me comfort. Every part of me told me I should not go... and I didn't want to. But I knew I would see him again. God protect me, I whispered. I took a deep breath.
"Wait!" The brides turned around and smiled.