Cats and Elves By: Karushna5

Disclaimer: I own nothing (though like everyone else I wish I did) all familiar characters and places belong to Tolkien. Except Van Helsing, he belongs to whoever claims him. (Kat scratches her head) Who does he belong to? All werecats are my own personal characters. Do Not use without my permission.

Spoiler: None that I can think of, but I could be wrong.

Summary: This can be considered as AU, but it doesn't have to be. It's up to the reader. I'm terrible at summaries, but I know you want to read it. Come on read it please. Then review. The characters are Aragorn, Elladan, Elohir, Legolas, and a few others.

A/N: I'm really into werewolf apocalypse stuff so some of these things make reference to those type of creatures and ideas. If your not already aware Aragorn has several other names I will be using three of them Aragorn, Strider, and Estel. If it gets confusing sorry. I'll try and keep it one name, but sometimes one name sounds better in one place than in others.

[ these mean A/N that will occur throughout the story]

Yadda, yadda, blah, blah, blah. Enough of this and on with the fic.

Chapter 1: Waiting

In the small town of Tirgun, only two hours outside of Bree. A man waits. He's not a big man, only standing at average height. He was an intelligent man who liked to stay at least two steps ahead of his enemies. He was a rugged person that could easily pass for a ranger. He had no wife nor children. A man with two faces. One for the day that the people in the town saw, and another for the night that few know of, save for the things he hunts.

He had no name for his day face, all the men in the town called him 'sir', the women would swoon whenever he passed by hoping to one day become his bride. He was helpful around town. Doing odd jobs for money, and was looked at with some of the highest respect. He was considered kind and generous, only keeping what he needed to survive. His prices were modestly fair and he offered protection from the harsh world outside the city gates. He seemed to prefer the simplicity of an easy going life.

At night however he was different. At night he completely transformed to someone else. Preferring the darkness to the light, hunting down all who opposed him. He went by the name Van Helsing. A well known hunter of vampires, werewolves, demons, and other sorts of changeling creatures.

Now you might ask what's so bad about him? He's a generous, handsome man, who's doing the world a favor and purging it of the evil beings. Maybe so, but to those he hunts Helsing is an evil man who knows almost everything there is to know about them. No one knows why he hates these creatures so much, some say he doesn't even know himself.

Many have tried to find some form of weakness in him, so far none have been successful. It's very unnerving for the hunted to have the knowledge that your enemy knows almost everything about you, and all you have is a name and a face to put it to. Helsing knows what makes them strong, what makes them weak, and what can kill them, and that doesn't sit well with them.

Countless assassination attempts on him have been made. Vampires will come for him in the night, ambushes are made werewolves and were cats (working together and separate), Nagas [weresnake] tried to poison him as well as the Anunsi [werespider]. None have come close to killing him.

Helsing would torture any he caught attempting to get as much information out of them as he could. He loved to watch them scream and squirm. He would also experiment on them. He tried out every concoction he came up with on them that he could, if only to see what it would do to them. His favorite one to use was a mixture he came across a long time ago. I t would stop the transformation process in the creatures, he would often waited until they were in human or small animal form, for that was when they were weaker. When he became tired of them he let whatever he captured die or do them a favor and killed them himself.

His last victim had die sometime in the night, she took her own life. Helsing was hoping to have some fun with her for a little while longer. She was a werecat, and were cats were known to keep many valuable secrets. They are also known to have betrayed each other in the past.

She didn't tell him much before she died, but he did manage to get one secret out of her. The young granddaughter of the head of her clan would be traveling near the outskirts of Rivendell, on the other side of the river. Only three fighters serving as her guide and guard. That and the description was all he could find out. He sent word to a few others, who followed his dream of ridding the world of these creatures, that lived near there to capture the band of werecats and brig the kit to him. They could do what they wished with the others.

This is why he now waited, the men would soon bring him news of his newest prey.

A knock sounded at the wooden door of his home. His news was here.

He quickly put on his day face, incase it was not who he thought it was. And went to the door. Only when he opened the door no one was there. He looked left, right, in front, and even up. He was about to close the door when a large hawk entered, racking his talons against Helsing's hair in its rush to get in before the door closed.

Cursing slightly while rubbing his head Helsing closed the door. Then turned to the table the hawk now stood on. He recognized the hawk as one that belonged to one of his men. The bird never liked him, and only came because his master would give him fat, juicy mice upon his return as a reward for delivering the message.

"So we meet again, Ferill." said Helsing to the bird. "What do you have for me today, Huh?" the bird held out his leg with a piece of parchment attached to it.

Helsing removed the parchment and began to read it. It was short message with only three words on it:

We got 'em.

They never said who the messages were from or went into detail as to the nature of the messages incase somehow the letters fell into the hands of others, but this was all that was needed to be said for Helsing to understand. Taking out a small quill and some ink he replied with another message under the first.

You know what to do. Bring me the kit the rest are yours.

He then rolled up the warn piece of paper and retied it to the hawks leg. "There, now take that back to your master." He opened the window and the bird soared out, but not before taking a quick nip at Helsing's ear. "Bloody bird" he mumbled as he rubbed his ear. After checking his fingers for blood he shut the window and went to prepare for his newest victim.

A/N: Before you ask no, this story has nothing to do with the movie Van Helsing. I just needed a bad guy and he fitted the story so well. Well I think I've figured out how this site works now (for the most part) So Review now Please. Tell me what you like or don't like. (It might decide what I keep and what I later change)