Hello everyone. This fic is seriously my last for a while. haha. I know BlackRoseDragonCK usually does the movie rewrites but I've been wanting to do one for awhile and I saw this thirty minute cartoon and just had to. It's based on "Van Helsing: The London Assignment." It's really cool and you should watch it. (I'm a huge Van Helsing and Hugh Jackman fan, so I might be a little biased.) I own nothing.

Chapter 1

London 1888

It was a full moon. The streets of London were illuminated and gave nineteen year old Carly Carmine plenty of light to find her way home. The young reporter was late for dinner after being held over at work. Her boyfriend, Jack, would be grumpy if her parents told him. With these out breaks of murders, it was highly encouraged that all young ladies be escorted home after dark.

All things considered, though, Carly was not worried. She was sticking to main roads and the women that had been killed had been pretty. Something she was not.

Smiling bitterly to herself, she tightened her hold on her cloak. Momma had told her to wear warmer clothes and now that the wind was slapping against her she wished she had. However, she had been in a rush to get to work. Work meant money and money meant food and taxes.

Heavy footsteps rang out behind her. Stopping, she peered over her shoulder, her glasses sliding down her nose. Carly was alone on this road. So why had she heard footsteps? "Who's there," she asked, turning fully around to gaze down the deserted street. The only sounds were of the wind howling and the butcher shouting at his apprentice the next block over. "I said, 'who's there?'" She felt silly talking to nothing like this, but it was better to be paranoid than dead. Again, she received no answer.

Sighing at her stupidity, she continued on her way home.

A loud clatter sounded somewhere to her left and she whirled again. Outside the door of a nearby pub, an old ale barrel fell over and a black cat jumped out, meowing, before running off. Carly laughed at herself for being afraid and resumed her walk.

She was barely a block away from home when a carriage stopped in the middle of the road to let out a passenger. Carly watched the cloaked stranger curiously. The carriage was rich looking and this was far from being a wealthy area. As the coach pulled away, the man started off in the opposite direction. Wondering if he was lost, she called, "Oi, sir!" The man did not answer and for some reason, she felt compelled to follow. "Sir?" Carly tried again as they both rounded a corner. Faintly, she could hear fabric rustling and she found it odd as the wind how died down and there were no clothes lines nearby.

The man entered a section of the street where the lamps had been blown out. Upon arriving, she discovered that the road ended in a two way split. A gravelly man's voice cooed, "Oh dear, dear, dear…"

Bracing against the sudden chill of the air, Carly wandered to look down the right path. Frowning, she realized she had strayed away from her home street. Footsteps and a chuckle sounded behind her and she twirled, the word "sir" halfway out of her mouth before a large hand clutched the entire bottom portion of her face. Her shouts were muffled as the man—who upon a second glance was not a man, but, in fact, a monster.—pinned her against the roughly against the stone exterior of a shop.

In a flash in the moonlight, she saw a blade…and then instant pain cut off her scream…

Her feet kicked uselessly, desperately trying to reach the too far away ground…

And then…nothing…

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Eighteen year old Elizabeth Gardner hummed to herself as she brushed her chocolate hair before her vanity mirror. A soft knocking at the door was enough for her to lower the brush and take hold of her wheel chair wheels. Carefully, she reversed herself and then rotated to face the door. "Come in," she called lightly.

The grand doors opened to reveal her lady in waiting, Mai Valentine. "Miss," the blonde beauty greeted/ Elizabeth bowed her head, urging her to continue. "Dr. Jekyll has arrived."

"Wonderful," Elizabeth gushed. "Send him in," she requested, her azure eyes sparkling.

Mai departed and returned a few moments later, the doctor trailing behind her. Mai stepped aside and allowed him to enter and closed the door behind him to give her lady and the good doctor privacy.

"Elizabeth smiled. "Dartz, it's wonderful to see you."

Dr. Dartz Jekyll returned her smile before setting his medical bag on her bed. "And as always, you are looking beautiful, my dear Tèa."

XXX

Vatican City

A man dress all in black entered a room of stone, his trench cloak snapping in the breeze behind him. Birds cawed from their places by the fountain that stood in the center of the stadium sized room. In the far, upper corner, an opening in the stone allowed for both the entrance of more crows and light from the setting sun to enter the other wise dark room.

He drew closer to the fountain and the birds cried out before rushing away. In the stillness that followed, a growl erupted from behind him. Revolving, he smirked as a werewolf made itself known. The creature lunged and the man removed a silver pistol from a holster on a blue studded belt around his lean hips. With perfect aim, he shot the beast down, tearing the animal apart and causing it to burst into flames.

Behind him, he sensed another being. Turning, he drew his cross bow from its place on his back with his free hand. Frowning, he found a person, a civilian, standing in his view.

No time to talk. More monsters sprang from the shadows; this time gargoyles. With practiced ease, he fired both weapons at the beasts, all of them erupting in flames as the wolf had. Twirling, he discovered another gargoyle barreling towards him. He fried his bow and this one received the same fate as the others.

Grinning to himself, he turned once more to see the same person from before standing in the shadows that danced against the wall caused by the burning remains of his enemies. He released one last arrow and hit the man in the forehead. He tumbled into the light and his identity was revealed: A puppet.

Stepping out of the shadows, a real man, similar to the puppet gazed down at the would-be death strike. Frowning, he remarked, "Oh, Yami, that last target was a civilian." AS the blonde man drew closer, more people came from their hiding places and began to put out the flames caused by Yami's training. "You know, one of those innocents you knights of the Holy Order are sworn to protect from the darkness."

Yami shrugged nonchalantly. "I don't know, Joey. I thought I detected a hint of demonic influence in its beady little eyes."

"Beady?" Joey huffed.

Their banter was interrupted as a woman joined them. "Van Helsing. Wheeler." Both turned their attentions to Ishizu Ishtar, the woman that oversaw the Holy Order.

"Ishizu," Yami greeted.

She handed him a newspaper which he promptly snapped open to read the headline. "You are needed," she informed him, her voice heavily accented.

And Yami fully understood why. The headline read: Murder Strikes Again.

I'm sure there might be some confusion. First off all, it killed me to kill Carly but she was the only character in any of the series I've watched that *spoiler* dies and is a female. As for the Elizabeth/Tèa thing...I'm not a gamer, but I've heard that in Duelist of Roses (is that the right game?) that Anzu's character is called Elizabeth and she needed to have a nickname for latter on so I made Tèa be her middle name. Anyway...And I'll be using the Eng dub names since this is set in London...

Thanks for reading.