Olympian Wings

One minute fighting a hellhound, the next falling several hundred feet in the air. Van Helsing has been transported to modern-day New York, to help Percy Jackson rescue Nico from the clutches of Kronos.

Disclaimers: I don't own Van Helsing OR Percy Jackson characters...

Chapter One: Wings of an Angel

Gabriel Van Helsing rolled out of the way of the hellhound's claws, coming to his feet at the edge of the cliff. For a terrifying moment he was off-balance, then he lunged forwards and slammed into the hellhound, sending them both tumbling through the snow.

Carl was frantically trying to find the reverse summoning in the book of spells, flipping through the pages and muttering to himself. Occasionally he'd glance up to check on his companion's progress.

"Find it yet?" panted Van Helsing, disengaging the hellhound for a moment.

"Not quite," replied Carl cheerfully. "But I'm definitely close. Ah, here we are..." His finger traveled down the row of arcane inscriptions, and he read out carefully, "Reverto ut vestri domus universitas, abyssus bestia."

The hellhound gave a howl of despair as it melted into an intangible mist, its final attack pushing Van Helsing over the edge of the cliff.

"Van Helsing!" The friar ran to the cliff edge, peering over. There was a blinding flash of light, and Van Helsing was gone.

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Falling...

Gabriel opened his eyes and found himself plummeting towards the ground several hundred feet in the air. He felt strange, heavier...

With a whoosh, two brilliant white, feathery wings burst from his back, tearing through his shirt and coat to catch him. His descent halted abruptly, the updraft yanking him higher.

"What-?" Van Helsing instinctively flapped his wings, steadying himself. For a few minutes he drifted through the air, trying to get the hang of his newfound flying abilities. Then he looked down.

"This is definitely not Romania!" Gabriel swooped low, landing awkwardly in the grassy field. Tall, glittering buildings rose on the skyline, the many lights of the city causing the night sky to be brighter than normal.

Gabriel stood, folding his wings close against his back. It was uncomfortable to have the black duster on between his wings, so the hunter very, very carefully slid out of it. His shirt was torn beyond repair and he pulled that off as well.

"Now where am I?..." Van Helsing spun in a complete circle, not recognizing anything. The only partially normal things were the forest and the road. Even then, there was a weird, black hard substance coating the dirt.

Lights flashed around the bend of the road, and a loud roar echoed in the hunter's ears. A large, clunky metal vehicle was speeding towards him, blinding lights on its front spotlighting him on the road.

Gabriel jumped into the air, beating his wings as hard as he could and flying higher, feeling the rush of air beneath him as the vehicle raced by. Shakily, he landed again. Another roar was coming nearer, and Gabriel didn't want to hang around to see what that was. The hunter took a running leap into the air and soared above the hot tar, rising on the thermals created by the heated road.

"Dinner has arrived!" shrieked a high female voice. Van Helsing heard the soft beat of leathery wings a moment before a giant, dragon-like creature flew up in front of him.

Gabriel backtracked, nearly spinning out of control in an effort to stop. The dragon-creature smiled, revealing needle-sharp teeth as long as his hand.

"Never flown before?" it commented, emitting a screeching laugh and diving for him.

Van Helsing flew as fast as he could, feeling the dragon-creature's hot breath through his boots. Unless he figured out a way to get rid of the more flight-wise monster, he wasn't going to last very long.

"Are you scared, little bird-man?" hissed the dragon-creature, snapping at the hunter and scratching his leg with its fangs. "Ready to meet the god of the Underworld?"

Now even more confused, Gabriel abruptly dive-bombed, tucking in his wings and doing a perfect cannonball dive through the air. Before he could hit the ground, he pulled up and shot past the dragon-creature, determination lending him speed.

He could hear the shouts of children, and a whistling noise as arrows shot past him. The dragon-creature screamed, dropping out of the sky and digging its long claws into Gabriel's back.

Van Helsing gasped in pain, drawing a dagger from his boot and slicing the monster's paw, causing it to release him.

More arrows streaked through the dark night sky, most of them hitting their mark. Gabriel noticed through a haze of pain they were tipped with bronze arrowheads... Then he was falling again, losing his grip on consciousness. The last thing he heard was a hellish shriek and shouts of triumph.

Then nothing.

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Me: Don't blame me for any Latin grammar mess-ups; blame the Latin/English reverting site I got it from.

Van Helsing: And you trusted the site?

Me: What choice do I have? It's not like I've got a Latin/English dictionary hanging around.

Van Helsing: Good point. One question... What the heck did Carl say??

Me: Translation is "Return to your home world, hell beast".

Van Helsing: Wonderful.