A Different Ending

A Different Ending

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Different ending to the movie Van Helsing, Anna is still alive! I don't own Van Helsing or any of the Characters. Sadly She laid there on the Red pluch couch staring up at the black beast as it stummbled back and slowly transformed back into Van Helsing. He looked up at her as she stood up, he got up and wrapped his arms around her waist. He looked her in the eye and spoke "You weren't late" , she smiled and replied "I had no where else to be". They both laughed, Van Helsing leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips and was then interupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat behind them. They turned to see Carl standing there looking at them with a raised eyebrow. Anna blushed and cuddled into Van Helsings bare chest. "Perhaps we should head back to the castle." Carl suggested. The couple nodded and headed back to the Valerious Castle hand in hand with Carl close on their tails.
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Meanwhile her lips pouted as partly the song's line jingled in her ears by sighing. All of a sudden, the common's room double doors opened as the younger man was walking towards the blonde by drawing her attention, transfixing her gape at his as her mouth was agape. "He kept his promise?" A rhetorical question echoed in her mind by widening her pair of hazelish-brown irises. "T-Timothy!" The former sister of the church murmured timidly as soon as he offered her a benevolent smile. "Good morning, Jude!" He placed his mammoth, surprsingly warm hand on the top of her shoulder by ushering her to get from her seat as she took a final drag of her cigarette, before stubbing it out in the ashtray. "Morning, Timothy!" At the moment, he took off his thick coat by drapping it on her shoulders as he dangled a muscular, strong arm around her shoulder as she was accompanying him out of the common room. She obediantly held the coat by the lapels, without peeling like a snake of her frail, trembling of the cold climate skeleton as she was dressed up in nothing more than her amber cardigan and stone blue patient, rigid gown. "Why thank you!" She expressed her gratitude as they were pacing in the long, abysmal hallway of Briarcliff. Slight, radiant smile curled up in the corner of her lips. Jude lost almost everything but not the hope of being rescued. Timothy keeps his promises as he resigns from the church, flee along from Briarcliff's morbid madness and at last but not least, moving somewhere to create their own family and spend the rest of their days as family people. How their lives will change? Will they accomplish genuine happiness together?

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