Author's Note: This is really more of like a musical one-shot than a story. I was listening to this song, and I realized it was, like, perfect for Van Helsing!

Disclaimer: As always, I don't own Van Helsing (damn it), and I don't own the song, either. The song is "The Truth Beneath the Rose" by Within Temptation(Album: The Heart of Everything). I just own the plot, people.

St Peter's Basilica, the Vatican

Within the tiny but ancient city of the Vatican, the clock struck midnight. As it did, a lone figure rode into the city on horseback.

Gabriel Van Helsing brought his horse to the stairs of the ancient church, then silently dismounted. He entered the chapel, empty at such a late hour.

Usually, the beautiful, ancient, chapel gave him a sense of peace, and occasionally a sense of oneness with God. Tonight, however, it only made his already-heavy heart even heavier. His mind and soul were swimming with sorrow and guilt.

His boots echoed loudly on the mosaic floor as he approached the front of the chapel. He stopped in front of the alter, not too far from the confessional booths where he would usually meet-and be reprimanded by-Cardinal Jinette. There, he kneeled, removed his hat, and bowed his head in prayer.

Give me strength to face the truth, the doubt within my soul

No longer I can justify the bloodshed in His name

Is it a sin to seek the truth, the truth beneath the rose?

Pray with me so I will find the gate to Heaven's door

I believed it would justify the means

It had a hold over me

Blinded to see the cruelty of the Beast

It is the darker side of me

Forgive me my sins

The veil of my dreams deceived all I have seen

Forgive me for what I have been

Forgive me my sins

As he prayed, the full moon seemed to move a little, until it shone through the large glass dome over the roof of the basilica. The light from the celestial orb shone down, bathing Van Helsing's praying silhouette in moonlight.

Pray for me 'cause I have lost my faith in holy wars

Is paradise denied to me, 'cause I can take no more

Has darkness taken over me, consumed my mortal soul?

All my virtues sacrificed, can Heaven be so cruel?

I believed it would justify the means

It had a hold over me

Blinded to see the cruelty of the Beast

It is the darker side of me

Forgive me my sins

The veil of my dreams deceived all I have seen

Forgive me for what I have been

Forgive me my sins

Unknown to the Vatican's special agent, Carl just then entered the chapel from a door that led back to the dormitories. He hadn't been able to sleep, and he thought he had heard something in the chapel.

To his surprise, Van Helsing was there, down on his knees, praying in what sounded like a poem, or a song. What's more, he seemed to be bathed in a celestial, almost heavenly-looking light.

I'm hoping, I'm praying

I won't get lost between two worlds

For all I have seen, the truth lies in between

Give me the strength to face the wrong that I have done

Now that I know the darkest side of me

Carl blinked fitfully and rubbed his eyes with his fists. Were his eyes and mind playing tricks on him, or did Van Helsing seem to have angel wings sprouting from his back all of a sudden?

How can blood be our salvation?

And justify the pain that we have caused throughout the times?

Will I learn what's truly sacred?

Will I redeem my soul, will truth set me free?

Blinded to see the cruelty of the Beast

It is the darker side of me

Forgive me my sins

The veil of my dreams deceived all I have seen

Forgive me for what I have been

Forgive me my sins

Van Helsing lifted his head, and suddenly, both the light and the wings disappeared. He stood to his feet, remembering to grab his hat, and turned to see Carl standing there, staring at him with an expression equivalent to what one would have if God himself had just materialized where Van Helsing was standing.

"Carl? Are you all right?" he asked.

"Wait…weren't you just-? And the moon was-? And there was-? Did I miss something?" the dumbfounded friar exclaimed.

Van Helsing gave Carl a confused look. "Carl, what are you talking about? You sound as though you may have snuck a little wine from the Communion wine bottle…"

Carl blushed furiously. "I never did anything of the sort! I just came because I thought I heard someone in here, and…well, it was only you."

Van Helsing approached his friend and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I just came to pray, Carl…I needed to make peace with God…and with myself."

Carl nodded, and Van Helsing left the chapel through the door to the dormitories. Carl stayed for a minute, staring at the spot where he had seen Van Helsing praying, then shook his head, turned, and followed his friend back to the dormitories.

Author's Note: Well? Good? Bad? What did you guys think?