As I lay there on the stoney ground, In a cave where life was slowly sucked out from whomever entered. Where pain was greeted with joy. Where Blood was spilled and splattered along its walls, painting the story. The blood so old and cold that it was lost and forgotten. Somebody had to stop it. No... I can't call him "it". He was once a human even if it was for a few decades. but these are only my thoughts. Whispers in my head. But this is not my story. And this is not my beginning. The story started centuries ago and will repeat during a time of great change. Great pain for my kind.
; Van Helsing(1889)
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The lonely graves.
AdventureThe Lost story which has now been written. Van helsing and his blood line come together in this epic tale, battling through time. With pain by their side and loved ones in their hearts. This story weaves around a young boy named Daniel. Untold about...
