He was in love with you. So, irrevocably and utterly in love. He loved the way that you never regretted holding onto him like no one ever had. You didn't mind his darkness. In fact, you were his light.

Everyone knew that.

But the people who knew were also convinced he'd ruin you. He was talking with one of the men of the Vatican. The man said that Van Helsing needed to let you go. That he'd ruin you. They got into an argument. And in the end? Gabriel was convinced he was right.

He had to let you go.

So, later that night, he met up with you in the dark streets of Paris. You were as gorgeous as ever in one of your many Victorian dresses...