A/N – I want to thank everyone who has reviewed my fic so far! Thanks so much! I'm going to try a complete Van Helsing fic sooner or later. On that isn't a crossover. So…once I get something resembling a plot…I shall start writing.
Warning -- Vampire destroying...
Van Helsing and the Seven Horcruxes
Chapter 3
Surrey, England – Three Weeks Later…
"We're never going to find this Potter person! Honestly, we traveled to Romania in a shorter amount of time than this!" Carl pouted. Van Helsing sent him a glare. They were walking the streets of a small town. The shops were open and there were many people shopping. It was a Saturday, so that meant that things were more crowded than usual.
The Friar and Hunter had arrived the previous evening; they had given up searching Scotland and turned to London, then they went on from there and found themselves in Surrey. Early summer was hot this time of year, but by the northern wind, Van Helsing knew that it would rain soon.
"When will we get to the church?" Carl asked.
"Soon, it's only a couple of miles outside of this town. Good thing the Order saw fit to set up churches for their members," Van Helsing replied.
"I know, but at least we don't have to return to Rome after every mission, we just find the nearest resting place and stay there for communication. Can you believe how fast communication can go these days? Phones and radios! Why, back in the 1800' we had to wait for months for anything!" Carl said. He smoothed out a crease on his friars robe with a sigh.
"I think everyone thinks we're a bit odd; I told you to wear jeans and a t-shirt," Van Helsing said. He dipped his hat to a passing lady who snubbed them both as she passed.
"It isn't my fault; besides, who would suspect a Friar and a…"
"A Monster Hunter? Gee, how would I know?" Van Helsing rolled his eyes.
"All right, so you're dressed better than I am, we'll fix it once we get to the church," Carl said grumpily.
"Whatever you say," was the reply Carl got from his friend.
"As you can see, Van Helsing, the Vampire clan about here has grown to become a bit more dangerous," Brother Boyce explained.
"I see, how many are we talking about?" Van Helsing asked.
"Fifty, that is a bit more than what the Holy Order would like,"
"I'll take care of it, but, could you find someone for me?" Van Helsing asked.
"Who?" Boyce asked.
"Someone by the name of Harry Potter; I haven't found hide nor hair of him and I was wondering if you could get his location," Van Helsing replied.
"Of course, I shall see what I can do,"
"And I will get your Vampire problem under control," Van Helsing replied.
Carl yawned as the conversation turned towards something more mundane; that was when Father Boyce decided that the two needed to get some rest. He led them to the underground catacombs of the old Vatican church where rooms had been prepared for them.
The room was kind of small; but would fit both Friar and Hunter comfortably. The cots were old and lumpy with coarse sheets and a fleece blanket tucked about the mattress. There was no window, and so the only light that was in the room came from the small, gas powered lantern.
Van Helsing immediately took off his dark leather coat and collapsed onto one of the mattresses. In moments he was asleep, Carl fast behind him.
The night was very dark; the moon was almost at it's pinnacle, but would not become full for another week or so. It was also a cloudless sky that met the dark figure that walked the streets. He was in a residential area. Magnolia Street melted into Privet Drive and it was here that this figure stopped.
With hat pulled low and scarf pulled up to cover his face; the figure waited in silence. That is, until a stirring of imagined wind hit the back of his neck and he could feel the undead behind him. Van Helsing turned slowly, wooden stake in hand, to confront the Vampire.
"Gabriel Van Helsing, it has been a very long time…"
"Michel Quentin, long time no see. Lost you a while back didn't I?" Van Helsing asked.
"You did, but I would have rather liked to had killed you then," Michel replied with a shrug, his red eyes glaring at the hunter.
"So, why don't you try…now?" Van Helsing asked. The Vampire stepped back with a laugh.
"Right, as if I have the bloody time to do that! Now see here, you are getting in the way of great things…"
"What sort? Blood sucking?"
"You-Know-Who," Michel replied.
"Who?"
"Don't tell me! The great, and all powerful Van Helsing does not know of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?"
"What kind of name is that?" Van Helsing asked incredulously.
"You shall see…"
A scream rented in the air, cutting the Vampire off; Michel gave a smirk to Van Helsing before he disappeared into the night. Van Helsing, on the other hand, wasted no time. He tore off down the street at a dead run, he came upon Number 4 Privet Drive. The door was open and blood spilled on the door step.
Van Helsing didn't stop, but he brought out his cross bow and shot an arrow in the nearest form he saw – thankfully, it was a Vampire, ready to feed.
Harry didn't know how it happened; he had been asleep one moment, and the next his Aunt was screaming in terror. Harry had suspected it to be a Death Eater; someone to come and take him to Voldemort; but the intruders weren't Death Eater's. Heck, they weren't even human!
The ugly and powerful form of a full fledged Vampire met him in the foyer of the home; Harry had pulled his wand out and started firing any curse that came to him at that moment. The spells didn't even phase the Vampire. It was then that another dark figure came into the room, but he shot the Vampire that was about to feed on Harry's Aunt, making the Vampire smoke, catch on fire and fall into a pile of ash on the obviously cared for flooring.
"Who is that?" another Vampire asked.
"You're worst nightmare…" was the clichéd reply of Van Helsing's. He shot that Vampire as well. With a cry, the second Vampire went down.
Noel, however, was not about to let her object go. She turned with fanged beauty towards Harry – he backed up, wand held at the ready.
"Stop! Noel, take one more step near that kid and I'll have to kill you,"
"Gabriel, we have had this discussion before; I will do as I see fit; and taking this young morsel to my Master is what I want to do," Noel hissed, turning partially away from Harry. The boy-wizard took his chance.
"REDUCTO!" the curse bounced off of the Vampire, but she staggered back. Van Helsing ran to the stair well shooting the Vampire on his way, though, his arrow only got her in the midsection.
"Come on!" Van Helsing yelled, grabbing the boy, he pulled them both up the stairs at a fast run. He turned into the first room he saw. It was small and dingy.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked, trying to pull his arm away from the strong grip of the man.
"We are getting out of here," Van Helsing replied. He practically picked Harry up, threw the boy over his shoulders and jumped out the window. They landed safely in the back garden. Van Helsing then jumped over the fence. Harry was put down then, but Van Helsing still gripped his arm. They ran from the house, that was now being converged on upon dozens of wizards.
"Look at this? What happened here?" Tonks asked her partner. Kingsly looked about the wreckage of the home. Medi-witches were looking the muggle family over while the others took stock and figured out what had happened to them.
However, Dumbledore had also shone up, as did Arthur Weasley.
"I was afraid this would happen," Dumbledore said to the two Auror's.
"What do you mean?" Arthur asked. Dumbledore walked towards the fireplace. On the mantle, still reeling from the speed of its dissent, a silver arrow wiggled to get free. The old Headmaster pulled the arrow free. It was about a foot in length, all silver. On the end were white feathers, and engraved upon the shaft was VH.
"We have a murderer on our hands," Dumbledore told the room.
A/N – Had to stop there! It was too good of a point not too! I hope you all like this chapter. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing!
Ta,
Poppy