Disclaimer: If I owned Van Helsing, Van Helsing could shoot me with an arrow. looks around Well, I don't own it.
A/N: Aw man, only one review? Come on, you people can do better than that! Thank you NarnianSprite my good friend for thine review. She gets lots of internet cookies for that. Don't you want internet cookies? They're homemade. Haha. Alright, well, heres the next one. Please review!
Venom waited until he had walked far enough out of the town before he flipped out his wings and flew up in the air.
The wind caressed his face. This was the one good thing about being a vampire: you received wings. He looked down at his hands. Those claws, he'd received them too... They were the reason for his name. They could be pressed into someone's head and they would be killed instantly. They were his curse, his deformity.
He stared at his arms. They were full of scars. He remembered how he had gotten them. It was the night right after he had been turned into a vampire…
Victor rushed into his home. It was abandoned, and so was he. He ran into his room. He pushed things over, wrecking everything. He was terrified. Tears of anguish burst out of his eyes.
His world was crashing down around him and he could do nothing to stop it.
Turing, he saw a painting of his former self. He stared at it. Screaming, he ripped it with his claws. He didn't want to see himself anymore. Never again. It was too painful.
Something crunched beneath his feet. A broken mirror…with no reflection. It all became too much. There, in the wreckage, he laid down in a ball and cried softly. No one was there to comfort him…
From that moment on he had slowly lost himself. It was as if his former self had been locked in a cage and put in the deepest part of his soul. So deep that even he could not reach it. But someday, he hoped that he could find himself again.
The Vatican. Venom had never cared for it. It was too closed in. He liked open spaces. He didn't like feeling trapped.
His fingers pushed at his disguise self-consciously. Hopefully he looked like someone trying to protect himself from the cold, instead of a vampire concealing himself from the world.
He checked to see if anyone was watching him. A few people had noticed him but most were too busy keeping themselves warm.
The church shaped like a cross. There it was. Exactly what he was looking for. He walked to the doors slowly.
He almost reached out to the doors but hesitated. What if someone saw what he truly was? He didn't want to risk it.
Never the less, the vampire opened the door quietly, so as not to draw attention. No priest stood at the door. Good, no one to stop him from praying.
He was probably the only vampire to pray. Most would be turned off by the crucifix. Not Venom.
He took a seat in one of the pews. He was surprised that very few people were here. Good, less people meant less of being bothered.
The Cardinal watched from a hidden window. Strange. A hooded figure sat, bent over in one of his pews. The stranger had a cloth over his mouth, that is assuming it was a he.
Shifting he looked at the visitor with great interest. No skin was shown except for that around his eyes.
He watched as the figure stood up and into the light of the window. Carefully, he peeled off his outer cloak, making sure no one was watching.
The Cardinal gasped. There, in the light, was a vampire.
He left his seat and called out "Where is Van Helsing!"
One of the monks-turned-blacksmith answered "He's with Carl."
The Cardinal rushed though the secret underground organization, searching for the monster hunter.
He found him with Carl looking at a rather intriguing crossbow. "Helsing! Before you leave for Transylvania, there is a vampire who needs vanquishing."
"What?" Van asked in surprise.
"Think of him as…practice."
A/N: Practice? Uh-oh, not sounding good for Venom. Say "crossbow" in your review if you have read my author notes!