Hmhmm, so I should be updating Lupus et Niger, but I got a sudden urge to write a Van Helsing slash fic... After all, we never knew how Dracula and Van Helsing knew each other, now, did we? (And the line break thingy isn't working for some reason. -curses-)
The Left Hand of God
Chapter 1: To Transylvania
The fire rose up towards the dark night sky, flames dancing victoriously as they mocked him. They claimed the crashing windmill, charring it, along with the creature that had fallen. He had been so close, so close to getting him. And now, the one man who knew how to create life was dead.
Count Dracula stood watching the burning windmill, fury etched on his immortal face. His three wives wailed their despair behind him.
Curse that doctor to hell, he thought ragingly.
What to do now? Without the creature, he could not bring his undead fledglings to life. Must he be cursed with misfortune for all of eternity? Couldn't he have a small glimmer of hope?
Perhaps the creature wasn't needed. Yes, perhaps another being would suffice. He would have to try, though.
One year later…
"Master, when will we be able to try again?" Marishka asked pleadingly, caressing Dracula's long black hair.
"Yes, please," Aleera added, wrapping her legs around him.
"Soon, my brides," he purred, kissing each of them deeply, "Soon, once the time is right."
They moaned and licked and nipped at his face, this dark, sensual creature who was irresistible and gave them so much loving attention. He curled his fingers in their hair, bit their necks, and kissed each of them passionately.
Suddenly, Dracula's eyes flitted to the window, wide. Something was tugging at his chest, some strong presence which he had not felt in centuries. Had he a living heart, it would've been beating madly. He roughly pushed his brides off him, ignoring their yelps and leaped off the bed, going towards the window. The chilly wind blew a message of a stranger coming towards them. No, not a stranger, someone long forgotten… Someone who was coming back.
"Gabriel…" The name felt so wonderful rolling off his tongue. He had not spoken it in ages aloud.
"Master, what is it?" Aleera questioned, reaching a hand towards him.
He turned sharply towards her, suddenly venomous. "Leave me," he hissed dangerously.
The three Vampiresses shrunk back, wailing. They hurriedly left the room, knowing it would do no good to stay while he was in this mood.
Dracula turned back towards the window, grinning widely.
"So, he has finally decided to return. Gabriel… It's time we had a little reunion."
The ship rocked as the large waves crashed over each other. The storm showed no sign of letting up, and the sailors were yelling at each other, trying to steady the ship or otherwise looking for cover from the rain. But there was one figure that stood at the hull, seemingly unfazed by the thunderstorm, gazing ahead at the dark clouds.
Van Helsing, the infamous monster hunter, tipped his hat down for more protection against the rain, though it really didn't help. He squinted off into the distance, wanting to get to Romania as soon as possible and finish this mission.
"There you are!" a voice yelled from behind him.
Van Helsing turned around to his companion Carl, who was keeping his hood tightly above his head.
"Come inside before you get a cold!" he yelled against the howling wind and thunder.
"It's alright, Carl, I've been in worse weather," Van Helsing said, walking towards the friar.
"Yes, well, you don't want your weapons to rust in the rain, do you?"
"Hmm, good point, Carl. Alright, let's get inside." He clapped a hand on Carl's shoulder and led them to their cabin as the sailors were still busy.
"Ah, thank goodness," Carl said once they were inside the warm, dry, small cabin. "I thought you were going to drown out there."
"Drown? Come now, Carl, I don't die that easily," Van Helsing dropped his bag of weapons on the floor, taking some out to make sure they weren't wet.
"Well, I'd still have you arrive in Transylvania in once piece," Carl huffed, sitting on his moth-eaten bed, "If you can't defeat Dracula, who will?"
"I suppose you'll have to do it, won't you?" Van Helsing smirked, lying on his own bed.
"I told you I didn't want to go to Transylvania!" the friar said, agitated, "But you dragged me along anyway when you know I'm no good on the field!"
"No, you'll be doing research for me, Carl. Perhaps you'll be able to find something that'll be useful to defeat Dracula."
Carl mumbled under his breath, pulling the sheets over himself and turned to the other side, away from Van Helsing. Even after the friar's snores filled the cabin, Van Helsing lay awake, staring at the ring on his finger. The dragon carved on it glinted with the reflection from the table candle. The same insignia as the ripped parchment piece the order had given him, which belonged to Valerious the Elder. Perhaps this really was the path to finding out about his past…
End of Chapter 1
Well, that was it! I will update Lupus et Niger next! But Van Helsing was just calling me. Teehee!