A/N: Uh...Nothing much. Just re-watching the trailer over and over and over.
–Sigh- And I know his name is Gabriel Van Helsing but...but Van sounds
more...manly I guess ah bah I dunno X3 I just like 'Van' more even though
it's a car and all –snort-
Disclaimer: Don't own any characters. Or whatever else. This is merely for fans by a fan VVU
Pairing: Dracula/Van Helsing
Vanishing Sorrow
Chapter One
Van groaned as the holy water was pressed onto his skin, soaked up in a piece of cloth Carl made sure that Van wasn't going anywhere before the wound was cleansed. This only provoked more muttering, possibly swears form the hunter's mouth. But Carl still was curious about what Van had seen and asked perplexed questions, some that the hunter didn't even think was possible.
"Okay, It's healed. We have to move on" Van grabbed the cloth from his shoulder and tossed it behind him, as far as he could manage and stiffened. The wind began to blow past his body, aggravating the wound, as the marks stung like several needles being shoved in. One by one. Shrugging it off, Van resumed his stance and straightened his outfit. 'Carl is going to ruin my damn outfit one of these days...' He reminded himself with a grimace as another wave of wind passed over him.
"Nice day isn't it?" Van glanced to Carl with little interest, seeing the sun poke its head out slowly. Good, morning gave him at least a bit of rest. Just the fact that knowing that he wont be killed during the day gave the left hand of god a bit of security. Letting out a weak laugh Van strolled forward, stretching his body. Letting the muscles crack and creak. "Indeed, but that doesn't say anything about our mission. Come on" He roughly grabbed Carl's hood and raced out of the burned down village.
Time was wasting. And they couldn't afford to waste it at all.
"Wait Gabriel! Slow down! Now, see here!" Carl sputtered as he was dragged off over the remains of the once prosperous village "Where are we going?" he cried out, nearly tripping over a large rock once Van had let go of him. The hunter ahead didn't turn back, not needing to as he could sense that Carl was slowly catching up. If he had it his way, he would have ditched Carl long ago, but since they had allowed Frankenstein to be set free and simply 'exist'...
Van wasn't going to take the chance.
The day grew old, ready to be engulfed in a dark flame and be reborn as tomorrow. Flakes of snow made sure that the two travelers weren't missing out on the snow that packed on piles of each other on the ground everywhere they went. Blinded by the continuous dropping of snow Van turned his head to Carl, making sure he hadn't lost track of the younger friar. Who knows what would have happened then.
Van suddenly stopped, their was so much evil around the whole area he had traveled so far, that it made him sick to his stomach. The village had only on Gargoyle, but even then. That didn't exactly mean their was only one. There could be dozens of them. Spinning around Van shoved the friar to the side, raw instinct taking over the hunter as he jumped up. Doing a graceful back flip in the air, dodging the claws of a large winged beast.
Before he knew it, he was knocked to the ground, his back landing with a crushing force, eyes skimmed up blindly to see what had attacked him, but there was nothing. Shaken a bit Van sat upright, gripping his Tojo blades close. Eyes wandered over the clearing as he shook his head side to side. This was crazy talk; he felt something hit him, then nothing. "Ga- Gabriel...?" Carl's shrimpy, high pitched voice rose form the side a finger pointing directly behind him "b-behind you..."
Van sat there debating on whether or not to turn around, by the sound and pitch of Carl's voice, it wasn't going to be pretty. Curiosity won over and turning his head, the brown haired fell in front of his eyes, blinding it with tiny strings of hair, but he could still make out what the beast was. Backing away, using his hand to back pedal he looked up for a long moment until his eyes rested on the head. 'Twice as big as me.... this will be fun. Why does everyone and everything want me dead now?' Pebbles crunched and were strewn all over as Van rolled to the side, evading the long tail of the bizarre shaped monster.
It was what you would expect from a scorpion, a long flexible tail, two protruding fangs, dripping with a substance ("Probably acid" Van muttered under his breath) a large blue werewolf-ish head, with long fur sticking out. It stood on two legs, over towering even some of the tallest trees. The claws were enormous and sharp, twitching in some places as its small slanted four eyes narrowed. Opening its massive jaws Van couldn't help himself and just stared.
"Great am I going back into time to the dinosaurs or is this just natural?" Van commented dryly as he exhaled almost pitifully. Grabbing the crossbow form his belt he lifted it with ease aiming it at the head. Quick clean shot. "Wait Van! Don't shoot it!" Carl suddenly cried out, waddling out form behind the rock holding a book close to his chest, open on a certain page. The friar stopped short and pieced the picture in front of him, with the live creature ahead.
"Don't shoot it or else it will retaliate. It's only an illusion too," Carl spoke up taking short steps toward the drooling monster, continuing his explanation with each step. "It was made long ago, in the time of the age when vampires and all other creatures were the supreme race. When humans faintly existed in that time."
Gabriel frowned and grudgingly got to his feet, not being that stupid to go forward but he still readied his trusty weapon. Flickering his gaze to the tree he was a bit disturbed to see the same image like in the village, not quite solid but it was visible. Considering to go follow the image as it wandered off, he glued his eyes to the beast, seeing Carl put a hand against it. Then, like magic. It vanished into the thin air, like it never existed. "See? Perfectly harmless..."
"Carl I think I sighted something I'll be right back!" The urgency and excitement all meld into one sentence took the friar by surprise, but he didn't object. More the opposite "well it could be a monster..." Carl added slowly hardly able to finish his sentence before Van was off like a shooting star, racing down the pathway. "Not even a good bye too" Carl half pouted as he shivered, noticing how desolate it was now, without the presence of the hunter around him. Bringing his cloak tighter around himself he turned in a half circle.
A sudden thought running through his head. 'Where is the trail again?'
'First monsters, then flickering images of them, then made up ones, and then Dracula. Why is my life so warped?'
The famous hunter ducked under a dozen branches, evading the snow that fell from the trees, coming down in clumps. His boots pounded against the ground as he sped up in his pace, eager to find out what the image of Dracula was doing around here. If he was alive, wouldn't that mean that Anna wasn't in heaven? But he had seen it...
Feeling his breath leave him and strength suddenly fail him Van slowed to a stop panting like a dog. His body spun around in every direction, the tracks he was following had magically disappeared form sight, and the ground was easily covered up with the blanket of falling snow. Snapping a twig off the branch above him he crumpled it up in his rage, unable to contain the hint of disappointment in his actions. He was hoping to be able to see the king of vampires again.
'Count Vladislaus Dracula was the key to my past...' mournfully thought the hunter sighed and rubbed his face, ridding the blinding flakes of white from his hair and face. Freezing in the hasty moment as a snap of some old branch resounded behind him. Holding his breath, he waited. There were no other sounds but the whistling of the continuous flowing of the wind. Swallowing a lump of worry he braced himself, if it was anything he'd never seen before. He was going to be killed.
'If it's a werewolf...I'll die too' Van felt like hitting himself in the head with some sort of hard material. He'd left the silver bullets with Carl, along with the crosses, and shotgun, the other various weapons. Only thing he could carry was the crossbow, grappling gun, and his trusty revolvers. That hardly came close to what he needed for any monster hunt or mission.
Another snap of twigs. It was getting closer. What it was, Gabriel couldn't predict, regardless it was something smart and agile. Not too clumsy, but not graceful either. Whirling around Van raised his revolvers. His fingers twitching with anticipation to blow the head off whatever lurked in the darkness. It was his job after all. Vanquish evil, and something out there was indeed evil.
Becoming infuriated he shivered at a single action that brushed against his neck. The coldness froze the hairs on the back on his neck, more so then the snow that covered him with white. Trying to bless him of all his wrong doings. Thinking nothing of it, the monster hunter began to walk around in a circle, the clicking of the gun being the only audible movement beside the slow steps of his feet.
Eyes blazed as the moments ticked on. Suspense hang in the air until it felt like Van were swallowed in its hungry jaws, unable to take it anymore he shot off a few rounds, bullets creasing through the wooded area. Chipping branches, impaling tree trunks but most of all it pierced through something. The shooting died away, even the wind seemed to relax and resume a calm nature.
Van's jaw dropped in shock, his gun slipped through his fingers and crashed to the floor as his whole body went numb. Looking like a winter statue, Van could only move his eyes, closing and re-opening them trying to make the image before him go away.
"Hello Gabriel" The dark voice, laced with a hint of lust snapped van out of his stupefied shock. One hand was raised by the immortal being that Van knew so well and rested on his cheek. Coldness gripping it tenfold then what the actual weather was doing. "So nice to see you dear Gabriel. We run frequently into each other don't we?" Dracula spoke with his heavy accent, stroking Van's cheek with a sudden cheerful glint in his eyes.
It was times when spirits and monsters haunted him, that Van wished that he was sometimes dead. In some grave. Hidden by the world. "Well, looks like someone didn't stay in hell" Van commented once his vocals were in use once more. After the initial shock had passed over "get to be too much for them?" the hunter smirked, not seeing any way out of the situation without his proper weapons.
"Hell didn't want me without you, Gabriel" The same husky tone completely threw Van off. The sudden meaning of the words sunk in like rocks in water.
And somewhere in Vans body. Blood froze into ice as the eternal wind passed over his body.
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A/N: anyone else noticed the backing away scene? Totally screamed 'shonen ai' But Anyways Hope you all enjoy this as much as the last chapter eeU lemmie figure out some ideas. Hopefully the book will help me ; .
Disclaimer: Don't own any characters. Or whatever else. This is merely for fans by a fan VVU
Pairing: Dracula/Van Helsing
Vanishing Sorrow
Chapter One
Van groaned as the holy water was pressed onto his skin, soaked up in a piece of cloth Carl made sure that Van wasn't going anywhere before the wound was cleansed. This only provoked more muttering, possibly swears form the hunter's mouth. But Carl still was curious about what Van had seen and asked perplexed questions, some that the hunter didn't even think was possible.
"Okay, It's healed. We have to move on" Van grabbed the cloth from his shoulder and tossed it behind him, as far as he could manage and stiffened. The wind began to blow past his body, aggravating the wound, as the marks stung like several needles being shoved in. One by one. Shrugging it off, Van resumed his stance and straightened his outfit. 'Carl is going to ruin my damn outfit one of these days...' He reminded himself with a grimace as another wave of wind passed over him.
"Nice day isn't it?" Van glanced to Carl with little interest, seeing the sun poke its head out slowly. Good, morning gave him at least a bit of rest. Just the fact that knowing that he wont be killed during the day gave the left hand of god a bit of security. Letting out a weak laugh Van strolled forward, stretching his body. Letting the muscles crack and creak. "Indeed, but that doesn't say anything about our mission. Come on" He roughly grabbed Carl's hood and raced out of the burned down village.
Time was wasting. And they couldn't afford to waste it at all.
"Wait Gabriel! Slow down! Now, see here!" Carl sputtered as he was dragged off over the remains of the once prosperous village "Where are we going?" he cried out, nearly tripping over a large rock once Van had let go of him. The hunter ahead didn't turn back, not needing to as he could sense that Carl was slowly catching up. If he had it his way, he would have ditched Carl long ago, but since they had allowed Frankenstein to be set free and simply 'exist'...
Van wasn't going to take the chance.
The day grew old, ready to be engulfed in a dark flame and be reborn as tomorrow. Flakes of snow made sure that the two travelers weren't missing out on the snow that packed on piles of each other on the ground everywhere they went. Blinded by the continuous dropping of snow Van turned his head to Carl, making sure he hadn't lost track of the younger friar. Who knows what would have happened then.
Van suddenly stopped, their was so much evil around the whole area he had traveled so far, that it made him sick to his stomach. The village had only on Gargoyle, but even then. That didn't exactly mean their was only one. There could be dozens of them. Spinning around Van shoved the friar to the side, raw instinct taking over the hunter as he jumped up. Doing a graceful back flip in the air, dodging the claws of a large winged beast.
Before he knew it, he was knocked to the ground, his back landing with a crushing force, eyes skimmed up blindly to see what had attacked him, but there was nothing. Shaken a bit Van sat upright, gripping his Tojo blades close. Eyes wandered over the clearing as he shook his head side to side. This was crazy talk; he felt something hit him, then nothing. "Ga- Gabriel...?" Carl's shrimpy, high pitched voice rose form the side a finger pointing directly behind him "b-behind you..."
Van sat there debating on whether or not to turn around, by the sound and pitch of Carl's voice, it wasn't going to be pretty. Curiosity won over and turning his head, the brown haired fell in front of his eyes, blinding it with tiny strings of hair, but he could still make out what the beast was. Backing away, using his hand to back pedal he looked up for a long moment until his eyes rested on the head. 'Twice as big as me.... this will be fun. Why does everyone and everything want me dead now?' Pebbles crunched and were strewn all over as Van rolled to the side, evading the long tail of the bizarre shaped monster.
It was what you would expect from a scorpion, a long flexible tail, two protruding fangs, dripping with a substance ("Probably acid" Van muttered under his breath) a large blue werewolf-ish head, with long fur sticking out. It stood on two legs, over towering even some of the tallest trees. The claws were enormous and sharp, twitching in some places as its small slanted four eyes narrowed. Opening its massive jaws Van couldn't help himself and just stared.
"Great am I going back into time to the dinosaurs or is this just natural?" Van commented dryly as he exhaled almost pitifully. Grabbing the crossbow form his belt he lifted it with ease aiming it at the head. Quick clean shot. "Wait Van! Don't shoot it!" Carl suddenly cried out, waddling out form behind the rock holding a book close to his chest, open on a certain page. The friar stopped short and pieced the picture in front of him, with the live creature ahead.
"Don't shoot it or else it will retaliate. It's only an illusion too," Carl spoke up taking short steps toward the drooling monster, continuing his explanation with each step. "It was made long ago, in the time of the age when vampires and all other creatures were the supreme race. When humans faintly existed in that time."
Gabriel frowned and grudgingly got to his feet, not being that stupid to go forward but he still readied his trusty weapon. Flickering his gaze to the tree he was a bit disturbed to see the same image like in the village, not quite solid but it was visible. Considering to go follow the image as it wandered off, he glued his eyes to the beast, seeing Carl put a hand against it. Then, like magic. It vanished into the thin air, like it never existed. "See? Perfectly harmless..."
"Carl I think I sighted something I'll be right back!" The urgency and excitement all meld into one sentence took the friar by surprise, but he didn't object. More the opposite "well it could be a monster..." Carl added slowly hardly able to finish his sentence before Van was off like a shooting star, racing down the pathway. "Not even a good bye too" Carl half pouted as he shivered, noticing how desolate it was now, without the presence of the hunter around him. Bringing his cloak tighter around himself he turned in a half circle.
A sudden thought running through his head. 'Where is the trail again?'
'First monsters, then flickering images of them, then made up ones, and then Dracula. Why is my life so warped?'
The famous hunter ducked under a dozen branches, evading the snow that fell from the trees, coming down in clumps. His boots pounded against the ground as he sped up in his pace, eager to find out what the image of Dracula was doing around here. If he was alive, wouldn't that mean that Anna wasn't in heaven? But he had seen it...
Feeling his breath leave him and strength suddenly fail him Van slowed to a stop panting like a dog. His body spun around in every direction, the tracks he was following had magically disappeared form sight, and the ground was easily covered up with the blanket of falling snow. Snapping a twig off the branch above him he crumpled it up in his rage, unable to contain the hint of disappointment in his actions. He was hoping to be able to see the king of vampires again.
'Count Vladislaus Dracula was the key to my past...' mournfully thought the hunter sighed and rubbed his face, ridding the blinding flakes of white from his hair and face. Freezing in the hasty moment as a snap of some old branch resounded behind him. Holding his breath, he waited. There were no other sounds but the whistling of the continuous flowing of the wind. Swallowing a lump of worry he braced himself, if it was anything he'd never seen before. He was going to be killed.
'If it's a werewolf...I'll die too' Van felt like hitting himself in the head with some sort of hard material. He'd left the silver bullets with Carl, along with the crosses, and shotgun, the other various weapons. Only thing he could carry was the crossbow, grappling gun, and his trusty revolvers. That hardly came close to what he needed for any monster hunt or mission.
Another snap of twigs. It was getting closer. What it was, Gabriel couldn't predict, regardless it was something smart and agile. Not too clumsy, but not graceful either. Whirling around Van raised his revolvers. His fingers twitching with anticipation to blow the head off whatever lurked in the darkness. It was his job after all. Vanquish evil, and something out there was indeed evil.
Becoming infuriated he shivered at a single action that brushed against his neck. The coldness froze the hairs on the back on his neck, more so then the snow that covered him with white. Trying to bless him of all his wrong doings. Thinking nothing of it, the monster hunter began to walk around in a circle, the clicking of the gun being the only audible movement beside the slow steps of his feet.
Eyes blazed as the moments ticked on. Suspense hang in the air until it felt like Van were swallowed in its hungry jaws, unable to take it anymore he shot off a few rounds, bullets creasing through the wooded area. Chipping branches, impaling tree trunks but most of all it pierced through something. The shooting died away, even the wind seemed to relax and resume a calm nature.
Van's jaw dropped in shock, his gun slipped through his fingers and crashed to the floor as his whole body went numb. Looking like a winter statue, Van could only move his eyes, closing and re-opening them trying to make the image before him go away.
"Hello Gabriel" The dark voice, laced with a hint of lust snapped van out of his stupefied shock. One hand was raised by the immortal being that Van knew so well and rested on his cheek. Coldness gripping it tenfold then what the actual weather was doing. "So nice to see you dear Gabriel. We run frequently into each other don't we?" Dracula spoke with his heavy accent, stroking Van's cheek with a sudden cheerful glint in his eyes.
It was times when spirits and monsters haunted him, that Van wished that he was sometimes dead. In some grave. Hidden by the world. "Well, looks like someone didn't stay in hell" Van commented once his vocals were in use once more. After the initial shock had passed over "get to be too much for them?" the hunter smirked, not seeing any way out of the situation without his proper weapons.
"Hell didn't want me without you, Gabriel" The same husky tone completely threw Van off. The sudden meaning of the words sunk in like rocks in water.
And somewhere in Vans body. Blood froze into ice as the eternal wind passed over his body.
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A/N: anyone else noticed the backing away scene? Totally screamed 'shonen ai' But Anyways Hope you all enjoy this as much as the last chapter eeU lemmie figure out some ideas. Hopefully the book will help me ; .