AN:Okay, R.M. is a character from Bram Stroker's Dracula, Clare is just the name I gave the Green Fairy. Van Helsing is not OC but acting a little odd not only because of the Werewolf thing but some other factors which will be explained soon. Onwards!
Cardinal Jinette strode down the hall, his robes swirling behind him. It was night and the moon was wavering, however it was still bright enough to stream through the high arched windows of the hallway. Behind him was a chapel, it's window of red and gold was turned icy cold instead of warm and welcoming. Combined with the stone floors, both the chapel and this hallway were cold and frightening. Jinette could only think how scary St. Peter's Cathedral was.
The hairs on the back of Jinette's neck stood on end but he kept his pace steady until the last possible second. Jinette pulled his war hammer from inside his robes and turned around, throwing it in one fluid motion. The weapon sailed through the air and slammed into a creature pinning them to the wall.
"Well, it would appear you still remember some of what you learned—Uriel," came the dry remark as the war hammer sailed through the air towards him, Jinette caught it easily and turned to face his enemy.
R.M. Renfield laughed coldly at the Cardinal. Renfield's hair was matted with dirt and sweat, his suit was torn almost beyond recognition. His eyes were shockingly clear—so clear and cold that if he kept quiet one would think he was just a rich man who got into a fistfight.
"How did you get out?" Cardinal Jinette asked him coldly.
"I always manage to," Renfield laughed, "my master is most displeased with you—"
"Your master is dead," Jinette cut him off coldly. This just caused Renfield to laugh harder.
"My master is never dead! He waits for you Uriel and he will have his revenge on Van Helsing! He will not rest, it is not part of the deal."
"What deal?" Cardinal Jinette demanded.
"What deal? The deal—nay the pact—that brings him back! He will not rest until Van Helsing dies!"
"Father!"
Jinette turned to see a monk come running down the hallway.
"Father I heard noises."
"Take this thing down to the holding cells and make sure he stays there," Cardinal Jinette instructed. Slipping the war hammer back into his robes, Jinette turned and strode towards the stables. He signaled a monk.
"I am riding for Sleepy Hallow, you know how to contact me."
"Yes Father, may God be with you."
"And with you my son," Cardinal Jinette said and walked to the stables.
"Cardinal Jinette!" a stable boy stood up with a gasp.
"I need a horse," he said.
"Yes Father."
The stable boy left and returned a minuet later with a horse. He offered the reins to Cardinal Jinette who swung himself into the saddle. The stable boy passed his a large cloak that hid his face and robes. Cardinal Jinette nodded his thanks and urged the horse into motion.
If he squinted through the fog with Carl's special contraption, Van Helsing could make out the outline of shore. He lowered the contraption and sighed, leaning his forearms against the rail of the ship he bowed his head and let the wind sweep back his hair. He wondered if Miss Westcove had a family, maybe a brother, waiting for her back in Sleepy Hallow or if Dodger's thieves were the only family he had or if Carl had a family somewhere in this world.
"I suppose it's better to have memories of lost loved ones than to have no memories at all," he muttered under his breath. Van Helsing hung his head forward, letting his hair cover his eyes, but he didn't close them. He knew that if he closed them he'd see Anna wearing that huge hat of his drinking Absinthe.
"Hello!"
Van Helsing's head jerked up and he looked up quickly. Against the velvety night was a green speck that became larger until it was the size of his palm. The figure was a bright and vibrant green with slanted dark green eyes and bright green dress that sparkled in the night. Her hair was dark red and fell in waves down her back but sprouting from her shoulders were thin green wings.
"What the—"
"I say, is that a fairy?" Carl asked coming forward and squinting at the small figure.
"Pixie if you please," was the angry reply.
"I apologize—my word I have never seen one of these before, what are you? Where do you come from—"
"Carl!"
Carl fell silent and looked at Van Helsing. Van Helsing turned back to the Pixie.
"What is your business here?"
"I'm here because my mistress sent me," the Pixie said haughtily.
"Do you have a name?" Van Helsing asked, making a mental note of everything the pixie said.
"Clare."
"Alright Clare, who is your mistress?" Van Helsing asked.
"You ask too many questions," Clare said, "my mistress does not want you to know who she is—but I'll tell you what she wants."
"And what is that?" Van Helsing asked.
Clare's grin widened and she flew forward, leaning towards Van Helsing's ear.
"She wants you to find her."
Van Helsing's eyes widened and he turned quickly to face the Pixie. Clare grinned at him, keeping level with his eyes. In an instant his hand streaked forward and he grabbed Clare by the waist, making sure to avoid her wings. The Pixie gasped and looked from Van Helsing's fist to his face and back again.
"Put me down!"
"Carl, do you have a cage for this thing?" Van Helsing demanded. Carl ran off and returned with one which they stuck the Pixie into. Carl held the cage by the ring on the top and examined the Pixie carefully. Clare just sat there with her chin resting on her hand, examining Carl with just as much scrutiny.
"Are you a hybrid?" Carl asked pulling his magnifying glasses out and putting them on, "because you seem to have both fairy and leprechaun traits."
"No."
"No to what?" Carl asked.
"No to both! I am a pure Pixie not a hybrid or something!" Clare interjected angrily, as if Carl had said something insulting.
"Capitan Hawkins, have you seen anything like that?" Van Helsing asked turning to face Jim.
"No," Jim said looking closely at Clare, "is this what your after?" he asked holding up the hawk which gave another indignant squeak.
"No," Clare sniffed, "the bird isn't important."
"Ah," Jim said, "well then what about this?" he unraveled the message. It was written in strange code with odd signs all over it.
"Yes! Give it to me!" Clare cried lunging for the paper.
"Let me see," Jim said looking at the codes.
"Oh give me that," Dodger snapped pulling the paper from his hands and studying it, "it's for you."
"You can read that?!" Carl demanded looking at the paper.
"It's Thieves Code—of course I can read it."
"Well what does it say?"
"I'm getting to that," Dodger snapped and studied the paper carefully, "Van Helsing," he said aloud, "I can only pray this message gets to you. I am a prisoner to a powerful sorceress who would like to see your demise for she blames you for killing many of her creations. I am warning you, but I dare not write more for she is always watching. Be on your guard and shoot before being shot. G.D.—oh really, isn't that a bit over dramatic?" Dodger demanded looking at the note again.
"They usually are," Van Helsing said and looked at Clare, "is that your mistress?"
Clare nodded furiously.
"Carl," Van Helsing said, "I need you to find out everything about Pixies—I'll watch our captive here."
"Oy!" Jim yelled to a crewmember, "set a new course."
"Where to sir?!"
"Barcelona, Spain!"
"What?!"
Everyone turned to stare at Jim.
"They have one of the best supernatural libraries in the world," he said, "we should know what we're up against before we try to kill it."
"Take Carl, I will kill the Horseman," Van Helsing countered angrily, "before he kills any more innocent peopl—"
His sentence was cut short when Jim jabbed something into his arm. Van Helsing caught his hand and twisted it but the needle was already in his arm.
"Sleeping potion, Carl gave me some darts—aye!" Jim cried as his arm was twisted further, "that hurts! Will you stop it?! You're going to pass out—right now, you two get him down and tie him up this time will you? Pull in the sail and make haste, we don't have to get there before the next full moon and I do not want a werewolf running around this ship!"