You Know My Name
Inspired by the song, You Know My Name by Chris Cornell. Hope you like! (; The title is that too... I considered naming it 'Savin' Me' but it just didn't seem to fit... so yeah, here's the outcome of the title, lol. You'll have to live with it throughout the story! Mwhahaha... -slowly fades-
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Summary: What if Van Helsing was not the Van Helsing we knew in the movie? If he was a cold blooded killer, would you have liked him then? This is where the story begins.
The coldest blood runs through my veins, you know my name.
Chapter One – The Man Behind the Mask
Gabriel Van Helsing walked through the streets of Paris with a icy stare. His eyes alone could have killed, making any human being smart enough to flee from his presence. Dressed in utter darkness, this man was no saint. He killed both innocent and guilty, it didn't matter if anyone had a reason behind all their actions, or it was simply the thirst for bloodshed. He was a cold hearted bastard, with the tongue of a snake.
His footsteps echoed through the silent night, but an even sharper sound pierced through the air.
It was a human scream.
Not again... Van Helsing rolled his eyes, looking irritable. He had no time for this. But if he was going to catch Dr.Jekyll, then he would have to check up on the innocent who died. Van Helsing walked calmly towards the sound of the scream, as if he was going out for a cup of tea. It would have been an unbelievable joke to anyone who saw him enter a tea shop.
When he finally reached his destination, his gaze went down to look upon the deceased body of a young, beautiful girl. Of course they would pick a young, beautiful girl for a little bit of fun, Van Helsing thought sarcastically. Kneeling down to get a better look at her face, he noticed something beside her blond hair. Ignoring the frozen horror fixated on the girl's face, he picked up whatever it was that caught his eye. Lifting it closer, he found that he was holding a cigarette bud. A growl escaped him. Very funny indeed.
Van Helsing got up, throwing the bud away onto the floor beside the dead. It would almost have looked as if he had done the killing. His expression was so inhuman, without feeling for sadness. This man would not have shed a tear for the victims. So long as he was alive, he would not cry for anyone but himself. Gritting his teeth, Van Helsing walked towards the bridge leading towards the Cathedral. He was going to kill the good doctor with a nice swift stab through the heart. Sure, he may be heartless. But at least he was merciless.
Well... at least I think I am, Van Helsing thought with a rather nasty smirk.
How could you take his life away?
(what made you thing you had the right?)
How could you be so full of hate?
(to take away sombody's life)
Side of a Bullet - Nickelback
"Very predictable... and frankly it's almost ironic," Van Helsing spoke rather to himself then to anybody who was inside the belfry. He stepped through the room with each, slow pace. His eyes darted towards the dusty religious statuary and relics. These were not much interest to him, especially because of why he was here. He moved carefully away from the massive church bell, and then he heard it. The sound of his assignment nearing towards his direction.
Suddenly a man as large as the church bell (A/N: -chuckle-) dropped right in front of him. Clearly, this 'man' was no human being, if you count out the burning cigarette between his teeth. The creature chuckled as he looked down at his next big dinner.
"Evening," Van Helsing spoke without much emotion. But he smiled nevertheless.
"You're a big one. You'll be hard to digest."
Van Helsing smirked. As far as he was concerned, that was an insult. "I'd hate to be such a nuisance. If you do ever get a chance to eat me for dinner, I hope you choke on my bones."
"Funny... I could have sworn you have just read my mind," the creature laughed.
Van Helsing thought now was the time to change the subject. "I missed you in London."
The creature's lips curled into a snarl, the laugh disappearing from him. "You got me good."
Van Helsing raised a eyebrow at the three bullet holes on the creature's arm and couldn't help but smile. "I did, didn't I?"
The man snarled, unlike any human being could emanate. "You're going to pay for that."
"Dr.Jekyll, you are wanted by the Knights of the Holy Order-" Van Helsing began with a distasteful smirk on his face again.
"It's Mr. Hyde now."
"- for the murder of twelve men, six women-"
A smile returned on Hyde's face again, annoying Van Helsing as he was interrupted again. "-four children, three goats, and a rather nasty massacre of poultry." The monster gave him a satisfied smirk at his direction. "So. You're the great Van Helsing." He blew a large smoke ring at the hunter's direction, as if to taunt him.
"And you're a deranged psychopath," Van Helsing concluded.
"We all have our little problems," the creature answered as he ate the cigarette, snuffing the light and the smell into his mouth.
"My... superiors would like for me to take you alive, so that they may extricate your better half."
"They would, would they?" Hyde snarled back.
"...But personally, I'd rather just kill you a call it a day."
"You would, would you?"
What an unimaginative remark, Van Helsing thought quietly to himself.
"But let's make it your decision, shall we?"
Without a moment's hesitation, the monster flung his broad arms to slam Van Helsing hard back into the wall behind him. The hunter gave a wince of pain, but he never showed it. He calmly wiped the blood from his lips. "Good, we're in agreement then."
Van Helsing got to his feet, and produced two pistols that fit firmly in his grip. His eyes flashed coldly as the moonlight that slid through the windows in the belfry. Footstep after footstep, he searched for his enemy. Then he saw it. Hyde suddenly charged at him from the shadows. Frowning, Van Helsing clicked the safety (clip?) on the pistols. Hyde hurled himself at the direction of the bell, knocking his head onto it in an idiotic attempt to do something harmful. Which might have been the case. Before Van Helsing figured it out, he saw the bell closing in on him like a cage being clamped around him. Cursing angrily to himself, he had not a second to redo the mistake that he should have detected as darkness enveloped his surroundings.
Little one don't be a fool,
I'm a wreck when I look mighty,
In euphoria I'm bruised,
In confusion next I'm lightning,
In complacence I am small,
Through oblivion I charge...
Follow My Way – Chris Cornell
As quick as the darkness surrounded him, Van Helsing went to work. Without wasting a single bullet, he stashed it back onto his holsters. Using an invention he had been given to use for his future assignments, he grabbed two circular blades from his cloak. If the new recruit in the Weaponry was correct, these two blades would be sharp enough to cut through skin and bone. It would most definitelycut through wood. He made it come alive in his hands, and felt the rough vibrations the flowing from the invention. Van Helsing quickly cut a hole on the floor, but before he did so, he got onto the bell so it looked as if he had fallen inside the hole on the floor. With a last touch at the end of the would-be hole, he cut the wooden circle and let it fall into the darkness of the lower floor.
He heard an annoyed snarl echo from Hyde and felt himself, or rather the bell, being lifted. Here's your chance... a voice spoke in the back of his mind, and Van Helsing took it, swinging the whirring, deadly machines at the arm in front of his vision. He heard a sickening whir of bone being cut away, and a wail of pain from the monster himself. But what made him sick was the lurch he felt as the bell fell to the ground with a thundering slam on the floor. The hunter was thrown out of it as if he was an unhealthy nuisance in somebody's beautiful meal.
"I'll be that was upsetting," Van Helsing remarked. He had no time to say anything else to the would-be-dead monster as he was thrown yet again onto the next floor of the north tower of the Cathedral. A rush of cool air assaulted him like knives, making his head swirl with unconsciousness. Shaking his head, he tried getting up, only he was too late. He felt himself being yanked up but a strong hand, and he looked up to see that ugly, familiar face.
"I think you'll find the view rather spectacular!" Hyde laughed at his own brilliant joke. The creature had reached the edge of the tower, and Van Helsing felt himself stare face to face at the creature humankind once called 'human'. The calm that would have come out to make him temperate snapped as he reached quickly for the grappling gun. He could smell the awful stench of the monster's breath on his face, making him flinch. If he ever got out of this alive, he swore he was going to take a shower after this.
"Been a pleasure knowing you," Hyde spoke with a malicious laugh. Suddenly, Van Helsing was being hurtled down towards the ground, the rush of wind blowing insanely in his ear. With a roar, he pulled out his grappling gun and aimed for Hyde. The hook shot out, the tether trailing with it. To Van Helsing's surprise, the hook went right through Hyde's stomach and ironically enough, saved him from falling to his death. He fell softly onto his feet on the pavement, still gripping the struggling grappling gun in his hand. With a evil smile, he gave it a good, solid yank. As if in answer, the grip loosened and then almost immediately Van Helsing was being pulled up towards the air unexpectedly.
He heard a crash as he saw Hyde crash into the great stained glass window of Notre Dame. He knew the Cardinal was going to kill him for that. Almost at the same second, he was back on his feet again like an acrobat finally showing off his climax. Finally... Van Helsing thought as he saw the creature on the pavement right in front of the Cathedral. And yet... this time there was no satisfied smirks nor laughs. For he saw a human being in replacement of the ravaging Mr. Hyde.
Somehow, for a very long time, this upset him. Not entirely, of course, but just a little. He thought he was facing only one monster, instead he had killed a man. What are you so upset about. You are a murderer. Blood is blood. You will weep for no one's death but yours... Van Helsing shook his head softly. Before he could answer himself, he heard voices down below. He could see the people of Paris had finally woken up to find out what the commotion was, after their beloved Rose Window was shattered. As usual, they had come at the wrong time and will come with the wrong conclusion.1
"Van Helsing... It's Van Helsing!" a voice cried and a finger pointed at his direction. Van Helsing flinched in spite of himself. "Van Helsing, you murderer!"
Van Helsing frowned deeply. Yes he was. He was a cold-blood murderer. No feelings, no emotion...
But are you willing to lose your humanity over it? A small but very distinct voice spoke in the back of his head and to this, Van Helsing could only shiver.
A/N: I hope you liked it:D Van Helsing's character is altered a little, but nevertheless, I think he's turned out alright! (: Anna will appear of course, and Carl... well let's see... shall we?
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1. (If I offended you with this, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. Please don't take it seriously.)
