A Fight Renewed
Disclaimer: I do not own any of Bram Stoker's characters or any plot lines, stories, etc,. of Steven Sommers (the nice man that directed and wrote Van Helsing for our viewing pleasure!) I just own the independent characters' names, but not what they have to do in the fic. Screw it, way too complicated. I don't own anything except for the crap that I make up! So don't steal and don't sue and everybody's happy!! Thank you!!
Ch.4
The master cautiously stood in the room she had previously been ravaging and waited for Rina to close the great double doors behind her exit. Hearing the click of the lock in place and the fading steps of Rina going off down the hall was good enough for her.
She suddenly broke out of her trance to talk to this mysterious man that she knew her servant would've been unable to see, for only her eyes, it seemed, were permitted to do so.
The master took a step forward and cleared her throat, "So, you are back."
A slightly raspy, accented laugh sounded from the singular spot that she looked at, "It would appear so, but not fully it seems.."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm a ghost."
"Ah, so your death wasn't a myth after all."
"Did you think so? It felt quite real to me."
"This somber mood is not in character for you, what is it that you really want?"
Another laugh sounded, "Do you know who I am?"
"Yes."
"Do you know why I'm here?"
"I've been trying to get that answer out of you ever since we started this conversation."
"I want revenge."
"On who?"
"The man that killed me."
"Don't mean to burst your bubble, but this is 2004, the person who killed you is probably dead."
He walked over to her, leaning against a windowpane tentatively, "Not this man. He won't be dead until I kill him."
"Ah," the master said, taking a place next to him, "A vampire then? One of your own?"
"Like you?"
"No, not like me."
"It's the left hand of God. The hand that struck me down. The one that I'd like to break."
"Well, that's good that you've had time to think on these things, but you'll have to do it on your own. I see nothing in it for me."
"Ah, but there is," he spoke, "You'd be able to kill the man that's killing your comrades."
The master turned, "Let me guess, this guy who killed you is the same guy that is killing my werewolves and vampires?"
"Yes."
"And just how do you know about that?"
He turned back to her, "I've been drifting for quite some time, I actually like to watch what's going on around me."
The master laughed, "Now I'm interested. What's your offer?"
Van Helsing made his way back to his apartment, his arm throbbing with pain. It was just barely dawning when he pulled his motorcycle into the underground parking lot. The sun was now in full rays as he slipped his key into the lock and pushed the door open. It was bright, but his mood was not as cheery as the sun claimed it to be.
He took off his gravel and dirt stained jacket and hung it on the peg next to his door, which he closed, and went off in the direction of the bathroom. Van Helsing's apartment had lush furniture, but didn't reflect on the person who used them. He preferred to keep a low profile, but The Order had arranged for this everywhere he went. To be treated with utmost caring, and so he received money from them as back pay from all of the monsters he had killed and continued to do so, if not under their commands.
Finally reaching his destination, Gabriel opened the medicine cabinet and withdrew the things he needed. Some ace bandage, a couple of aspirin, and some antiseptic. Walking back to his living room, he set these things on the coffee table and sat down on the crimson colored sofa he had. Applying the antiseptic and bandaging his arm, he went to the kitchen to fill a glass with water. Popping the two aspirin easily, Van Helsing went back to his couch and of all things, fell asleep.
"Hmm," the master said, "Not too bad, but the whole thing about getting Van Helsing alive will be a problem."
"And why is that?" the ghost asked.
"Because everyone that is evil and laid eyes on him generally don't live to see the next ten minutes."
"That's a problem easy alleviated."
"How?"
"By studying him. His technique, his lifestyle, his power, everything you need to know to bring him in alive for long enough."
"And how, exactly, do you propose we do that?" the master asked.
The ghost smiled, "By sending someone to sleep with the enemy, so to speak."
"Ah, I like the sound of that. A spy? Interesting. Yes, we'll go ahead with that immediately. I'll send someone in very soon."
"Excellent."
"Yes," the master smirked as she made a phone call and told one of her spies to do as she asked, then turned back to the ghost vampire, "I never thought I'd be concocting a plan with the infamous Count Dracula."
The count smiled, "I never thought I'd be alive to concoct a plan at all."
"So the first move is made."
"Yes, and now it is up to Van Helsing to make the next."
(Author's Note) Hooray for me! My other fic, Perfect Imbalance is going great. Sorry, I've been working on the finale to that one a lot so I've had a little time to work on other stuff. Still didn't feel like revealing the master's identity, but I guarantee you, it's gonna be cool! Please Review!