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There was a time when the son of the devil lived among Transilvania. A time when all things seemed hopeless until by chance, a man, wanted throughout Europe for so called murders when he was only doing his will to god, had saved their lives. But he had been seen at the site of those unsightly deaths and had been claimed wanted. Dead or alive. Now been called to a meeting with a priest, his steady heart laid in Paris.
"Your late." the priest said sternly to Gabriel Van Helsing as he entered the confession stand.
"Ran into another murder." he quietly replied.
"By the same creature?" the priest asked as he lifted the cage set barrier between their faces.
Gabriel nodded and looked at the confession stand door through narrowed eyes.
"Did you see it?" the priest asked. His eyes were set on Van's.
"No. Just a shadow." Van replied shaking his head.
"That's all you had to see my friend." the priest said and the wall behind them lifted from the ground.
Van gave him a curious look as he rose from the bench. The priest shot him a glance, not a pleasant one by the looks of it, and continued down the candle lit stone hallway. Van adjusted his hat with a sigh and followed the silent priest. Unlike during the time of Dracula, this time the priest reeked with fear. His old hands were shaking just enough to be noticed without a second glance. His breathing was raspy and jagged. Van placed a hand on the priest's shoulder and turned him towards him.
"What is it?" he asked.
"You will soon find out. Soon." the priest replied and gently shoved the hand aside.
"I have the right to know. If I'm going after the creature I would like to know exactly what it is I'm facing." Van said, this time with force.
The priest didn't reply. He turned around and walked into a room filled with men making things, repairing them, inventing...you name it. They were running around aimlessly going to whatever their eyes first saw. Carl ran from one side of the room to the other with another one of his inventions in his hands. He ran halfway back until he saw Van. His eyes widened when he saw the look in his eyes.
"You know your coming with me, right?" Van said tauntingly.
"How did I know that was coming?" Carl asked nobody in particular. He walked away from them hoping they wouldn't follow. Carl took a quick glance behind him only to see Van right behind him. Van gave him a smile that only made Carl want to kill himself.
"Oh...uh...hello their Gabriel." he stuttered as he walked to a table and started pouring various potions into other various bottles. A faint mist trickled from the bottle he held on to. He stopped what he was doing and turned to Van. "Why me!?"
Van gave him a confused look. He knew exactly what Carl was talking about but had decided to play stupid. He always liked messing with Carl's head.
"Don't play games with me. You know exactly what I'm talking about!"
Realizing that the little game wasn't working he sighed and crossed his arms. "Alright. So what's your problem this time?"
"This time!? THIS TIME!? Oh... well.... I don't really know. Except for one little thing." he said lifting a finger up to Van's face. Van motioned for Carl to continue. Carl nodded his stiff head and said, "Last time I almost got my head ripped off from saving that girl!"
"But did she not reward you in a more pleasurable way?" Van asked grinning.
"How did you know?"
"Her garter was laying under the couch. Sticking halfway out. You do a lousy job in hiding things." Van mocked, still grinning.
"Well it's not like I'm a monk. I'm a friar! I can do whatever the bloody hell I want." Carl replied and accidentally tossed the potion in his hand behind him. Once it hit the ground, it exploded in a bright green mist that sparkled in the light. It twirled into a tornado like structure and lightning shot out of it demolishing whatever it hit. After a few seconds it subsided. Papers were everywhere and pieces of inventions were everywhere. Everyone turned to Carl and gave him a deadly glare.
"Do you want me to get the stuff so we can leave RIGHT NOW?" Carl quickly said.
"I think that would be the wise thing to do." Van replied and walked out of the room, leaving Carl to get whatever it was they needed.
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There was a time when the son of the devil lived among Transilvania. A time when all things seemed hopeless until by chance, a man, wanted throughout Europe for so called murders when he was only doing his will to god, had saved their lives. But he had been seen at the site of those unsightly deaths and had been claimed wanted. Dead or alive. Now been called to a meeting with a priest, his steady heart laid in Paris.
"Your late." the priest said sternly to Gabriel Van Helsing as he entered the confession stand.
"Ran into another murder." he quietly replied.
"By the same creature?" the priest asked as he lifted the cage set barrier between their faces.
Gabriel nodded and looked at the confession stand door through narrowed eyes.
"Did you see it?" the priest asked. His eyes were set on Van's.
"No. Just a shadow." Van replied shaking his head.
"That's all you had to see my friend." the priest said and the wall behind them lifted from the ground.
Van gave him a curious look as he rose from the bench. The priest shot him a glance, not a pleasant one by the looks of it, and continued down the candle lit stone hallway. Van adjusted his hat with a sigh and followed the silent priest. Unlike during the time of Dracula, this time the priest reeked with fear. His old hands were shaking just enough to be noticed without a second glance. His breathing was raspy and jagged. Van placed a hand on the priest's shoulder and turned him towards him.
"What is it?" he asked.
"You will soon find out. Soon." the priest replied and gently shoved the hand aside.
"I have the right to know. If I'm going after the creature I would like to know exactly what it is I'm facing." Van said, this time with force.
The priest didn't reply. He turned around and walked into a room filled with men making things, repairing them, inventing...you name it. They were running around aimlessly going to whatever their eyes first saw. Carl ran from one side of the room to the other with another one of his inventions in his hands. He ran halfway back until he saw Van. His eyes widened when he saw the look in his eyes.
"You know your coming with me, right?" Van said tauntingly.
"How did I know that was coming?" Carl asked nobody in particular. He walked away from them hoping they wouldn't follow. Carl took a quick glance behind him only to see Van right behind him. Van gave him a smile that only made Carl want to kill himself.
"Oh...uh...hello their Gabriel." he stuttered as he walked to a table and started pouring various potions into other various bottles. A faint mist trickled from the bottle he held on to. He stopped what he was doing and turned to Van. "Why me!?"
Van gave him a confused look. He knew exactly what Carl was talking about but had decided to play stupid. He always liked messing with Carl's head.
"Don't play games with me. You know exactly what I'm talking about!"
Realizing that the little game wasn't working he sighed and crossed his arms. "Alright. So what's your problem this time?"
"This time!? THIS TIME!? Oh... well.... I don't really know. Except for one little thing." he said lifting a finger up to Van's face. Van motioned for Carl to continue. Carl nodded his stiff head and said, "Last time I almost got my head ripped off from saving that girl!"
"But did she not reward you in a more pleasurable way?" Van asked grinning.
"How did you know?"
"Her garter was laying under the couch. Sticking halfway out. You do a lousy job in hiding things." Van mocked, still grinning.
"Well it's not like I'm a monk. I'm a friar! I can do whatever the bloody hell I want." Carl replied and accidentally tossed the potion in his hand behind him. Once it hit the ground, it exploded in a bright green mist that sparkled in the light. It twirled into a tornado like structure and lightning shot out of it demolishing whatever it hit. After a few seconds it subsided. Papers were everywhere and pieces of inventions were everywhere. Everyone turned to Carl and gave him a deadly glare.
"Do you want me to get the stuff so we can leave RIGHT NOW?" Carl quickly said.
"I think that would be the wise thing to do." Van replied and walked out of the room, leaving Carl to get whatever it was they needed.
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