Van Helsing. The man claimed to be a murdered by many, yet seen as a saint by others.

Always hidding under his wide-brimmed hat and his dark coat. Carrying a crucifix on his neck and many weapons on his belt hoister. If he was a sinner or a saint was up to debate, but what he definetely was is a monster hunter.

Found crawling the stairs of the church in the Vatican City, Rome, half-dead and without a memory of his life. The Priest considered him to be sent by God to help them get rid of the monster kind —vampires, werewolves, gargoyles, witches..—.

And you were always by his side.

You, he prettiest woman he had had the honour of laying eyes upon, always by his side. Warm hands grabbing his arm, always at his beck and call.

And that didn't seem to change even when he was bit by Dracula's Werewolf during the mission of taking the vampire down. You had managed to give him the antidote before the full transformation was sealed, but.. while never fully transforming, Gabriel seemed to still share some feral behaviours with the monster whenever the full moon striked.

He's faster than you anticipated. A predator who became consumed with the thought of hunting down someone innocent. His sacrifice for the devout God above that damned him to live this way.

He clearly wouldn't kill you, but this kind of prey-hunting play helped him deal with the almost-werewolf side of him.

He can smell the adrenaline that sweetly courses up and down your body. There was no use in fleeing from the big bad wolf. Not when he had you in his sights —ready to pounce when you made the next move.

A sharp piercing snarl cracked like a whip along your skin, and then he barreled in your direction. You felt him knock you the ground before clambering atop your writhing body.

He straddled your thighs, pressed his face into the back of your neck, and moaned like a pitiful animal who finally got to claim his prize. His long, messy, dark hair tickling your jaw as he kept his hands firm on your hips.