Tʜᴇ Lᴀsᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Vᴀʟᴇʀɪᴏᴜs

Van Helsing, 2004.

Yᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʙᴇᴀᴛ. Pᴇʀʜᴀᴘs ɪᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴋɪɴᴅʟᴇᴅ.

“Have you missed me?”

     “Not in the slightest,” she snapped, taking a half step back.

Kate Beckinsale behind the scenes of Van Helsing (2004)

So how do they sleep? When our mothers weep They’re selling our souls And our blood for oil.

Van Helsing, 2004

     A quick glance was all she allowed to look at the girl beneath him. “You killed her,” the princess accused, lifting the tip of her blade slightly in case he should advance. She suddenly doubted if there was anything human about him—there were no stab marks nor bullet holes and his comment about hunger set her on edge.

         When the blade was pointed, that was when Duriel would start to rise, stepping over the corpse with an inhuman grace. Pale blue eyes stared down at her, down at the advancing blade. While a normal sword would not kill him, he was unsure of the story behind her weapon and would not risk his life for a hunch that it was normal.          As she advanced, he stepped to the side, one foot crossing over the other until they were starting to circle one another, “Aye, I did,” Duriel found no point in lies, and would rather just get through this rather than diddly dallying through many untruths and fallacies. Besides, she didn’t seem like the type for mind games.        The point of her sword was looking less and less appealing the closer it got and he would not like to find out the result of it piercing the black heart within his chest. So, his motions stopped, no longer stepping around, he planted himself so that she was by the body of the woman and him closer to where she came from.        ”My lady, I do not believe the question you are looking for is who are you,” his gaze focused on her own while his mind reached out, the metal begin to rapidly heat until the blade itself had started to glow, “but what are you?”

     "Then what are you?" she corrected, voice sharp with anger. "And why have you come here?