A/N: After watching the movie I was just gushing at Dracula and Van (so HOT
X3) and yeah, I'm going to buy the book and DVD "London assignment" on may
11 because it's just an unforgettable character! Anyways. Hopefully you
people will like this. Please be gentle. I usually only write about Anime
or games. Nothing else. (The game is fun too!)
Disclaimer: Don't own any characters and they all belong to their rightful owners. Or people or whatever VVU I don't know. The creator, writer people. This is merely for fans and by a fan.
Pairing: Dracula/Van Helsing
Vanquishing Sorrow
Prologue
The streets were deserted like every night. The moon lay high above, on a bed of clouds that swayed over it and behind to the naked eyes of mankind. Owls flew overhead, out for the hunt, catching small mice down below. But none came near the town. Not when the stench of death filled the air. Remains of a once flourishing town were burned to ash, bodies' lay everywhere. On steps, roofs, the ground. Body parts were noticeable everywhere.
One man was standing, overseeing the horrible massacre by whatever evil that may have plagued the poor village. Making a cross over guilt of not being quick enough, he bowed his head. 'So many...' he thought with heavy sorrow. Spirits of coming to finish the job one hunter couldn't do before him. But he was late. And the distraction of skeletons a few hours ago seemed to serve the purpose of delaying him.
In taking a sharp breath Van stepped over the mass of bodies, careful not to disturb the dead as he walked to the only one that was still intact during whatever vicious monster had ripped apart the innocent people. Crouching down Van tipped his hat up to see more closely, eyeing the body for any clues. So far, he could only define possibly a werewolf of some sort, and another creature which he yet to know.
Moving the neck to the side, the face being limp in his gloved hands. It was cold to touch, as if the icy feeling seeped through the gloves, just to make him feel worse that he had failed arriving on time. His eyes widened a fraction as he surveyed the two puncture marks on the neck of the young being. "So, a vampire and a werewolf. Nothing new" he murmured more to himself, hearing a distinctive clanking behind him. Then a gasp.
"Dear me!" Carl spoke his mouth dropping in a disgusted horrified way "the village. Its burned, and everyone. Van Helsing, who could have done this?" the friar asked as he carefully stepped over the bodies, some marked with gashes across their chest. The thing that worried Van the most though, was that there was absolutely no trail or even a drop of blood left on the bodies. Not that he could see.
"A vampire and a werewolf." Van answered as he stood back up, pivoting his heel to turn away. But no matter where he looked he still saw dead people, every direction. His eyes couldn't escape the picture now engraved on his mind.
"Yes well, the paw marks I can tell. But we cleaned this area out long ago" Carl stated stepping on a finger of one of the still bodies and instantly jumped, "c-can we go now?" he asked inching away, to the closest exit. "Yeah. We head north, where the paw marks go." Oddly enough it headed right to the old castle where everything ended. His past was uncovered at least a little, Dracula was killed by his hands, and an innocent life he promised was taken.
'Anna...'
"Uh Van? Van? Something is coming this way!" Carl's voice raised higher and higher with each second, snapping van out of his thoughts. Unlatching the crossbow Van held it up and aimed it at the figure in the sky. Anger evident in his eyes as he pulled the trigger dozens of times. He needed to kill something. All this sorrow, guilt, it was going to eat him alive if he didn't get it out of his system.
"Hey theirs skin here too.... shedded skin like a snake..."
Van lowered the weapon, throwing his gaze to Carl and frowned as the arrows of his weapon rebounded back, in the opposite direction. "Gargoyles..." A moment passed as he switched weapons taking out his trusty pistols, raising them instead and shot. This time it had effect as the creature screeched a shrill cry that pierced the two males ears down below. Causing them to cover their ears.
"Since when did gargoyles screech like a Banshee? Am I missing something?" Carl managed to say, though Van still heard him. A smile crossed Vans face as he sprung forward, boots clanking against the ground, jumping onto a roof of a house, half burned down. Taking a better shot at the monster he fired and fired. A cry of pain erupted from the throat of the monster until it had enough and sailed toward Van, claws poised for an attack.
'I don't want another mistake like the werewolf bite...'
The wings of stone stretched themselves as far as possible, increasing the speed to one that van didn't quite expect. A claw tore a piece of flesh of his shoulder, leaving five claw marks, chunks of dust and stone fell into the small wound causing the hunter to grimace. Well, that sucked. If he didn't find a healer he may get an infection.
Swearing under his breath the hat wearer rolled his shoulder, he'd dealt with things much more serious. But that didn't mean it didn't ache. Taking aim again he shot another round of bullets, piercing the wing. Finally the realization dawned on him and he lowered the weapon. 'I need to get closer...' Eyes darted to the beast. Wondering what could exactly bait the gargoyle to come closer.
Carl on the other hand was on the ground, moving a few bodies away, with a jumbled mass of apologies exiting his mouth as he watched the small fight. It amazed him how much Van was daring but to put away his weapons? 'Ridiculous!' Another shrill cry and the gargoyle rushed forward, wings beating furiously having been shot so many times. "Guess I have its attention. Lets see if I can bringing it down for more..." Moving his hands back a bit, the hunter grasped the Tojo blades tightly.
Jaws opened up, ready to tear the arm of Vans off, but swiftly he moved to the side bring the blade out turning it upward, slicing off the arm. But no, the blade didn't stop there. It kept going, severing the wing off clean. The gargoyle paused afterwards the pain blinding it. The sound of cement hit the roof of the house, causing a cave in with whatever was left with the remaining building.
Van let out a cry of surprise as his feet left solid ground and crashing through the roof he hit the gargoyle's severed wing. If it wasn't so hard and pointy. He might have been glad for the break of the fall. But it was the opposite. 'Wish I hit ground instead' He gritted his teeth together trying to subdue the pain that wracked his body. Stone wasn't a very good pillow. Faintly he could hear Carl shouting to see if he was alright. About to reply the hunter was suddenly pressed painfully against the wing. It was quite big as far as size went. But it was short.
The gleaming eyes of the gargoyle sparked as it grabbed Vans throat, cutting off air circulation in a single movement. A choked gasp escaped Van's mouth as he shifted his position, trying to move away. 'The hell? I'm acting like an amateur!' Lifting the blades, the gargoyle froze. The hold loosening slightly "Adios amigo" Van breathed out swiftly slicing the head off. The remains that fell to the ground burst into dust before him. The wing that he rested on melted into dust. Falling backwards he exhaled.
Finally...
"Van! Van! You okay?" Carl removed the barred wood that blocked his path and kneeled next to his partner, worry stretched across his features. Grunting Van gripped the side of a piece of wood, hauling himself up, coughing as dust rose in the air. His shoulder was killing him. "Next time. Tell me what it is. It's hard just to kill one of those you know. You could have at least thrown something at it, you do have holy water you know!" Van snapped at his friend as he regained his normal strong posture.
"Yes. But It looked like you were doing fine on your own" He chirped, trying to look on the bright side "hey. You didn't die..." Carl pointed out while Van just rolled his eyes, amazed this time that his hat didn't fall off as it usually did. Choosing not to respond Van stepped out of the debris and rubbed his shoulder, hearing the bone pop and bit his lip "your injured!"
Van felt like rolling his eyes but didn't "no shit. You think claws are made of plastic? This was stone my friend" he was shoved down by the fretting friar and leaned his head against the wall. Saying nothing else. "You should be more careful. That could have been infected. Heard you can turn to stone by that" a shrug from Van pretty much declared that, turning to stone was nothing to be concerned with. Then again, it was typical behavior. 'After all, he still blames himself and feels guilt for killing Anna...' Carl thought to himself. Knowing if he said anything, Van would get upset about it.
"Well, your hat didn't fall off..."
"I'm lucky it didn't tear my head off before my hat"
"Look on the bright side...your alive"
"That is my curse. My life. And my job. Being alive and vanquishing evil."
Carl looked sympathetic as he closed his mouth. Best not to say anything at all.
Suddenly Van looked up, something flickering just ahead of him. A silhouette of a black clad being phased in and out of existence. The pale face was beaming at him, and the black strands fell in front of the face like a very familiar person long ago. The figure was standing proud and tall, not at all disturbed by the fact that he was just like hologram. But it still got the hunters attention as he squinted, rubbing his eyes just to tell himself that the man was dead.
'Dracula is dead. My mind is playing tricks on me!' He scolded himself as continued to stare. It didn't disappear until the friar turned around a confused look passing over his youthful face, creased with worry "what are you staring at?" he asked returning his attention back to the shoulder. Removing the coat just enough to get a better look at it. In which he tsked at the carelessness.
"Nothing. I was staring at nothing..."
'Dracula....'
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A/N: Well. I wanted a try at Helsing. It needs MORE fics because it's a great movie I loved it. Besides the ending ee; insult to vampires I swear...
Disclaimer: Don't own any characters and they all belong to their rightful owners. Or people or whatever VVU I don't know. The creator, writer people. This is merely for fans and by a fan.
Pairing: Dracula/Van Helsing
Vanquishing Sorrow
Prologue
The streets were deserted like every night. The moon lay high above, on a bed of clouds that swayed over it and behind to the naked eyes of mankind. Owls flew overhead, out for the hunt, catching small mice down below. But none came near the town. Not when the stench of death filled the air. Remains of a once flourishing town were burned to ash, bodies' lay everywhere. On steps, roofs, the ground. Body parts were noticeable everywhere.
One man was standing, overseeing the horrible massacre by whatever evil that may have plagued the poor village. Making a cross over guilt of not being quick enough, he bowed his head. 'So many...' he thought with heavy sorrow. Spirits of coming to finish the job one hunter couldn't do before him. But he was late. And the distraction of skeletons a few hours ago seemed to serve the purpose of delaying him.
In taking a sharp breath Van stepped over the mass of bodies, careful not to disturb the dead as he walked to the only one that was still intact during whatever vicious monster had ripped apart the innocent people. Crouching down Van tipped his hat up to see more closely, eyeing the body for any clues. So far, he could only define possibly a werewolf of some sort, and another creature which he yet to know.
Moving the neck to the side, the face being limp in his gloved hands. It was cold to touch, as if the icy feeling seeped through the gloves, just to make him feel worse that he had failed arriving on time. His eyes widened a fraction as he surveyed the two puncture marks on the neck of the young being. "So, a vampire and a werewolf. Nothing new" he murmured more to himself, hearing a distinctive clanking behind him. Then a gasp.
"Dear me!" Carl spoke his mouth dropping in a disgusted horrified way "the village. Its burned, and everyone. Van Helsing, who could have done this?" the friar asked as he carefully stepped over the bodies, some marked with gashes across their chest. The thing that worried Van the most though, was that there was absolutely no trail or even a drop of blood left on the bodies. Not that he could see.
"A vampire and a werewolf." Van answered as he stood back up, pivoting his heel to turn away. But no matter where he looked he still saw dead people, every direction. His eyes couldn't escape the picture now engraved on his mind.
"Yes well, the paw marks I can tell. But we cleaned this area out long ago" Carl stated stepping on a finger of one of the still bodies and instantly jumped, "c-can we go now?" he asked inching away, to the closest exit. "Yeah. We head north, where the paw marks go." Oddly enough it headed right to the old castle where everything ended. His past was uncovered at least a little, Dracula was killed by his hands, and an innocent life he promised was taken.
'Anna...'
"Uh Van? Van? Something is coming this way!" Carl's voice raised higher and higher with each second, snapping van out of his thoughts. Unlatching the crossbow Van held it up and aimed it at the figure in the sky. Anger evident in his eyes as he pulled the trigger dozens of times. He needed to kill something. All this sorrow, guilt, it was going to eat him alive if he didn't get it out of his system.
"Hey theirs skin here too.... shedded skin like a snake..."
Van lowered the weapon, throwing his gaze to Carl and frowned as the arrows of his weapon rebounded back, in the opposite direction. "Gargoyles..." A moment passed as he switched weapons taking out his trusty pistols, raising them instead and shot. This time it had effect as the creature screeched a shrill cry that pierced the two males ears down below. Causing them to cover their ears.
"Since when did gargoyles screech like a Banshee? Am I missing something?" Carl managed to say, though Van still heard him. A smile crossed Vans face as he sprung forward, boots clanking against the ground, jumping onto a roof of a house, half burned down. Taking a better shot at the monster he fired and fired. A cry of pain erupted from the throat of the monster until it had enough and sailed toward Van, claws poised for an attack.
'I don't want another mistake like the werewolf bite...'
The wings of stone stretched themselves as far as possible, increasing the speed to one that van didn't quite expect. A claw tore a piece of flesh of his shoulder, leaving five claw marks, chunks of dust and stone fell into the small wound causing the hunter to grimace. Well, that sucked. If he didn't find a healer he may get an infection.
Swearing under his breath the hat wearer rolled his shoulder, he'd dealt with things much more serious. But that didn't mean it didn't ache. Taking aim again he shot another round of bullets, piercing the wing. Finally the realization dawned on him and he lowered the weapon. 'I need to get closer...' Eyes darted to the beast. Wondering what could exactly bait the gargoyle to come closer.
Carl on the other hand was on the ground, moving a few bodies away, with a jumbled mass of apologies exiting his mouth as he watched the small fight. It amazed him how much Van was daring but to put away his weapons? 'Ridiculous!' Another shrill cry and the gargoyle rushed forward, wings beating furiously having been shot so many times. "Guess I have its attention. Lets see if I can bringing it down for more..." Moving his hands back a bit, the hunter grasped the Tojo blades tightly.
Jaws opened up, ready to tear the arm of Vans off, but swiftly he moved to the side bring the blade out turning it upward, slicing off the arm. But no, the blade didn't stop there. It kept going, severing the wing off clean. The gargoyle paused afterwards the pain blinding it. The sound of cement hit the roof of the house, causing a cave in with whatever was left with the remaining building.
Van let out a cry of surprise as his feet left solid ground and crashing through the roof he hit the gargoyle's severed wing. If it wasn't so hard and pointy. He might have been glad for the break of the fall. But it was the opposite. 'Wish I hit ground instead' He gritted his teeth together trying to subdue the pain that wracked his body. Stone wasn't a very good pillow. Faintly he could hear Carl shouting to see if he was alright. About to reply the hunter was suddenly pressed painfully against the wing. It was quite big as far as size went. But it was short.
The gleaming eyes of the gargoyle sparked as it grabbed Vans throat, cutting off air circulation in a single movement. A choked gasp escaped Van's mouth as he shifted his position, trying to move away. 'The hell? I'm acting like an amateur!' Lifting the blades, the gargoyle froze. The hold loosening slightly "Adios amigo" Van breathed out swiftly slicing the head off. The remains that fell to the ground burst into dust before him. The wing that he rested on melted into dust. Falling backwards he exhaled.
Finally...
"Van! Van! You okay?" Carl removed the barred wood that blocked his path and kneeled next to his partner, worry stretched across his features. Grunting Van gripped the side of a piece of wood, hauling himself up, coughing as dust rose in the air. His shoulder was killing him. "Next time. Tell me what it is. It's hard just to kill one of those you know. You could have at least thrown something at it, you do have holy water you know!" Van snapped at his friend as he regained his normal strong posture.
"Yes. But It looked like you were doing fine on your own" He chirped, trying to look on the bright side "hey. You didn't die..." Carl pointed out while Van just rolled his eyes, amazed this time that his hat didn't fall off as it usually did. Choosing not to respond Van stepped out of the debris and rubbed his shoulder, hearing the bone pop and bit his lip "your injured!"
Van felt like rolling his eyes but didn't "no shit. You think claws are made of plastic? This was stone my friend" he was shoved down by the fretting friar and leaned his head against the wall. Saying nothing else. "You should be more careful. That could have been infected. Heard you can turn to stone by that" a shrug from Van pretty much declared that, turning to stone was nothing to be concerned with. Then again, it was typical behavior. 'After all, he still blames himself and feels guilt for killing Anna...' Carl thought to himself. Knowing if he said anything, Van would get upset about it.
"Well, your hat didn't fall off..."
"I'm lucky it didn't tear my head off before my hat"
"Look on the bright side...your alive"
"That is my curse. My life. And my job. Being alive and vanquishing evil."
Carl looked sympathetic as he closed his mouth. Best not to say anything at all.
Suddenly Van looked up, something flickering just ahead of him. A silhouette of a black clad being phased in and out of existence. The pale face was beaming at him, and the black strands fell in front of the face like a very familiar person long ago. The figure was standing proud and tall, not at all disturbed by the fact that he was just like hologram. But it still got the hunters attention as he squinted, rubbing his eyes just to tell himself that the man was dead.
'Dracula is dead. My mind is playing tricks on me!' He scolded himself as continued to stare. It didn't disappear until the friar turned around a confused look passing over his youthful face, creased with worry "what are you staring at?" he asked returning his attention back to the shoulder. Removing the coat just enough to get a better look at it. In which he tsked at the carelessness.
"Nothing. I was staring at nothing..."
'Dracula....'
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A/N: Well. I wanted a try at Helsing. It needs MORE fics because it's a great movie I loved it. Besides the ending ee; insult to vampires I swear...