"Oh my God, she's dead." Carl said as he backed away.
Van Hellsing, since in werewolf form, looked behind him. There lay Anna on a lounge chair with her eyes glazed over, not breathing. He picked her up in his arms and began to howl in sadness. As the werewolf antidote started to work the howl turned into a mournful human cry. Van held Anna tightly to his chest as he cried for the woman that he loved. She had given her life to make sure the antidote got into his body before the clock struck twelve. And how does he repay her? By attacking her and killing her. Somewhere through his mental cries and silent tears he heard a small, delicate voice.
"Van… Need… air…" He looked down at the female in his arms and saw that her eyes were half-mast and her skin was pale.
He stopped pressing her so close to his body and brought one hand up to cup one side of her face. "Anna… I thought I killed you."
Finally able to breath more freely now more color appeared on Anna's face. "I thought so to. But it seems like it wasn't my time to spend eternity in Heaven with my family." She put her hand over his and cracked a small smile. "Who else can watch your back for you? Certainly not Carl. Who has ever heard of a friar that could fight? He seems more like the guy that works behind the scenes."
In the background Carl nodded. He certainly was not cut out for field work like Van Hellsing was. Van leaned his head down and kissed Anna for several long moments. Carl started to feel uncomfortable when it seemed like things where getting a little too heated up. He cleared his throat. "Well as much as I love standing around in a destroyed labatory with the corpse of Count Dracula with a constant snow blizzard raging outside, I really think we should get going." Both Anna and Van broke the kiss and blushed at Carl's comment. He removed his winter cloak from around his body, leaving him in his friar robes, walked over to Van and handed him the cloak. "Well since you don't have fur now and you are only wearing very ripped shorts, I imagine that this will ward off a bit of the cold."
Van stood up and placed the cloak around his body. He then put out his hand to help Anna up. "Your family is free of their curse now Anna. They are with God now. Dracula is dead now."
Anna grabbed Van's hand and let him pull her up. After her near death experience she was a bit shaken. Damsel in distress? Never. She would never be one of the weak women that relied on men to save them. But just for the moment, she allowed Van to be the strong one. If there was anyone that she want fighting by her side, covering her back, she wanted it to be Van Hellsing. For him, and him alone, she would be a damsel in distress. But just a tiny bit.
Anna smiled a teary and happy smile and then hugged Van and buried her face into his naked chest. "Nine generations of my family are at the gates of Heaven. And this is all thanks to you Van. Thank you." She stood up slightly on her tippy toes and kissed Van on the lips.