A/N: Van Helsing/ Anna Valerious and Velkan Valerious/ OC
A/N: All outfits, and such are on my profile page
A/N: Italic is implied sarcasm.

On the Hunt

Transylvania (1 Year Later)

A young woman dressed to the nines in weapons appeared through a gap in between two silent towering oak trees. Any other person would have been in awe of the size and majesty of the trees but the young woman barely seemed to notice them. Her gazed stayed firmly on the ground as she slowly crept forward. The forest was a flurry oak-brown and what seemed like a million shades of green. The grass was crackly because of the recent dry spell yet the woman didn't make a sound as she moved forward. An orchestra of birdsong could be hears from all around and high up in the canopy of the trees.

Stopping the woman raises her head and for the first time we can see her face. It had an uncommon resembles to the mythical pixies with it's almost unnatural beauty. With her slightly slanted ice blue eyes, inky wavy black that when the sun hit appeared to be almost blue, high strong cheekbones, straight small button nose, perfectly natural arched eyebrows, and soft plumb pink lips, she looked like she had just stepped out of a fairy book. The red and black on her corset and leather pants clash against the browns and greens of the trees around her.

Just then the most unusual thing happened. Her head snapped up and she appeared to flare her nostrils and suck in air. Tilting her head she continued to swivel her head and take in air in an almost canine way. Raising an eyebrow she frowned before steadily moving forward. As she creeps through the bushes and undergrowth, she lets out soft growl. This only drew more attention to her canine behaviors. To an experienced hunters eyes they could see that she was on the trail of something. A loud snarling roar clearly laced with not anger but pure white hot fury and hate swells through the air. With that we now know exactly what she was hunting.

A Werewolf

"Ugh. Stupid motherfucking supernatural hearing of werewolves. It's a damn curse." She mutters wrinkling her nose in the most adorable fashion. Nostrils flaring she freezes at the heavy metallic scent of blood in the air. Curling her top lip she reveals incisors reformed into fangs, her eyes gleaming a strangely seductive yet unnatural yellow and fingernails grown to razor sharp claws. This angelic looking human was the very creature she was hunting.

The irony was astounding.

The crackling of twigs under an enormous weight has her stiffening. There is something in her postures seems to suggest how much this is bugging her. She seems to hate having to have to hunt one of her kind but also understands the danger this particular werewolf is to the humans. Her lean muscular form indicates that she knows she has to eliminate it and can do it very easily. Weaving her head and body back and forth she seems to be picking up and following where the scent of the werewolf is strongest. Dim and elongated shadows were casts from the long branches above her. She turns in a half circle eyeing the shadows warily.

She can hear the muffled sounds of a set of claws crunching against the grass as the werewolf moves. No doubt trying to figure out how to ambush her as she cautiously creeps forward. CRACK. The sound of a twig breaking to her left as she stopping dead in her tracks and whirling around. The werewolf leaps out from behind one of the trees in front of her but she stands tall merely squaring her shoulders. The werewolf is almost upon her when she whirls on her heeled boots and it flies right past her. The move so simple yet so perfectly executed.

"Whatcha got? Come on! I'm looking for a fight."She whispers cockily, shifting from side to side waiting for the werewolf to get up and make it's move. The creature snarls in response to her words. As the last of the snarl dies away a loud snarling roar sounds from behind her and to the right. There were two werewolves! Anyone else would have frozen and she probably would have if she didn't already know her life depended on movement.

Turning and angling her body at the same time she manages to get sight of both werewolves. One on her far right and one on her far left. Her lips are frantically moving in what appears to be prayer. She stands tall and straight, a smirk curled on her lips, icy cobalt irises narrowed and her body is loose and confident. She looks every bit the fierce hunter that is confident in her ability to take down two full grown werewolf without even breaking a sweat.

A minute pass, everything in the forest completely silent and still as if it was holding it's breath waiting for the first move to be made. Then with a surge the werewolves move as one, lunging for her claws outstretched. She dives forward, tucking her head to her chest, rolling on her shoulder and smoothly popping back up. The werewolves unable to control their momentum slam into each other and fall to the ground.

"So this is not going to be much of a fight." She says a smug smirk on her face as she watches the werewolves try to untangle themselves from each other. Finally getting untangled they turn to face her with even more fury in their eyes if that's even possible. The smaller one of the two launches himself at her, a clawed paw going to her throat. She ducks and twirls around sharply in a sharp circle all while grabbing her sword out of it's scabbard on her back.

Planting her feet she swings the sword upward, throwing all of her strength behind it. It slices through the fur, skin and muscle easily leaving behind a semi-deep cut gushing blood all over the forest floor. It lets out an enraged roar and just starts swinging. At the same time the second werewolf decides to join the fight and charges her from behind. Unaware of this face the woman set to work of the werewolf in front of her, swings and swirling around the werewolf. It's got maybe a dozen cuts all over it before the woman is able to go for the kill thrust.

Pain suddenly erupts from her back as four claws dig into her unprotected back. A heart-wrenching cry erupts from the woman's lips as her eyes widen. She wrenches herself forward and spins around. Intense pain clouds her eyes yet she snarling fiercely at her opponent. Dodging the claws from the werewolf in front of her she twirls her sword so the point is facing behind her and thrust it backward...right into the heart of the other werewolf.

With a sharp yank it slids out of the body with a disgusting squelch. Spinning around the back of her hand in a complicated moves she points it at the werewolf. Only this werewolf, has a fighting spark flaming in his dark yellow eyes. Unlike the other one, who was running on instincts and bloodlust, this one seems for in control and aware of what it's doing. Which makes it more dangerous.

Hunched over on all fours the werewolf bowls her over and her sword clatters out of her and slids away. Claws try to tear at the flesh and muscle on her calf and gleaming fangs try to close over her throat. Wiggling and kicking she manages to get out from under the werewolf but not without a couple more scratches from it's claws. Scrambling, she gets to her feet and grabs her other sword, holding it tightly.

Still hunched over it bounds over to a nearby tree, jumps off of it using it's back feet to propel itself towards her. Raking it's claws over her sword hand it cause her to drop her other sword and stumble backwards. It slowly stalked forwards as she moved backwards a extreme smug look on it's furry face. Right about now she's cursing herself. She just had to go and ask for a fight!

Scrambling she grabs her two daggers on either side of her legs. Glaring at the beast in front of her, she let out a cry before charging at it. It seems to start, it probably wasn't expecting that. They were oblivious to everything around them they sought to destroy each other, stabbing, lunging and swinging. The whole time she was engaging it in a vicious battle, a wicked snarl curling on pink lips and revealing her gleaming white fangs. Somehow the werewolf manages to get her onto her back, a taloned foot pressed against her soft belly. She reaches up, slashing her fingers at his throat, trying to get at the vulnerable throat beneath it. Pain shoots through her and she pulls back. With his yellow eyes glowing he presses his claws deeper into her belly, ready to rip her open.

Stabbing it in the side, the werewolf roars in pain before slumping on her. She shoves the werewolf off as it struggles weakly. She stalks right over and thrusts one of her daggers into it's heart. The werewolf's body spasms and jerks. The body shuddered and contorted before the hair stated to recede, leaving only a dying woman in it's place. She lowers herself and the woman onto the ground and holds her head on her lap until she takes her final breath. Only when the last raspy breath falls from her mouth and she is silent, does she stop gently stroking the woman's hair and lay her on the ground.

She slowly gets to her knees and turns. Only then do we see the pain in her eyes. Obviously this was very hard for her. Sighing she pulls out a match and strikes it against the box, a little flame pops up as she holds it to the body. With a whoosh, flames quickly spring to life and crawl up the body devouring it. Turning she does the same to the young man behind her. Heading back through the forest and to her horse she sighs wearily. Once reaching him, she struggles up into the saddle gazes down her midnight black stallion with a faint smile before turning him in the direction of the village.