A/N: I did the first 500 words but then my comp went funny and SHUT DOWN
Omg.... I didn't go to school until I had the same number of words. But it
sounded crappy TT; Damn thing. If only my brother got his stupid JUNK OFF
–growls-.... yes...mixed with cramps that is a dangerous mood.
Disclaimer: Don't own Van Helsing. Never will.
Pairing: Dracula/ Van Helsing
Vanquishing Sorrow
Chapter Four
Alone in the armory was where Van Helsing the great monster hunter, worldwide known murderer, and the only vanquisher of evil sat. On one of the barrels taking long chugs of beer from where the other barrels were tipped over. He had drinking what, three? Four? He'd lost count once his mind began to go fuzzy on him. Taking another long swig from the mug he had found on the floor he leaned back and smiled feeling like he could take on the whole world with the strength beer, wine, whatever the concoction was giving him.
That didn't matter what it was, it tasted good. "Nothing can beat Gabriel Van Helsing...." He whispered to himself, heart feeling too light for his own good. It was as if all the evil that had sinned him was suddenly gone for a long brief moment leaving a normal man, with no worries, in it's wake. Van snorted out loud as he heard shouts from above. Carl was once again freaking out over his sudden absence from the bed where the friar had left him. Wasn't surprising, he would shout back and get up to go to him. But...
Legs, mind, and effort didn't want to contribute to it.
Placing the mug down he ran a hand through his curly hair and began to twirl a piece of it. "Still the same as ever, Gabriel" His mind groaned in recognition as he realized that it wasn't Carl, or whatever that snake thing was. It could only be his archenemy. Too bad his mind couldn't just make it some random hallucination. Tipping his hat up he mocked the being as he turned around, looking into very scary warm lustful eyes. Swaying on his feet he tipped forward, prodding the others chest threateningly.
"Why can't you just leave me alone? Go find a different mate..." It was a suggestion, rather than a threat or piece of mind. Dracula was rather than being heartless and taken advantage of the state his Gabriel was in, actually showed concern on how the man was acting. This was after all, future mate. Bringer of his children "Gabriel? Have you, been doing something?" a blank look confirmed Dracula's beliefs as he raised two fingers.
"How many am I holding, Gabriel?"
"Twelve" Was the quick-witted and completely wrong answer.
The famous monster hunter that bested the greatest demon of all time, in all of the undead was so horribly drunk that he was having trouble standing. Adverting his eyes the black clad undead being eyed the three empty barrels with mild disgust. This was truly unlike his Gabriel! At the very least the man would only drink half of one barrel, he was never an alcoholic freak like so many other pathetic mortals. His cattle.
Clicking his tongue Dracula knew he could do nothing to clean the mess. He was but a flickering image, only real to the living beings he chose to be. And he would do anything to be alone with his Gabriel.
Well, his drunk Gabriel. But Gabriel all the same.
Dracula smiled wickedly, fangs protruding from his mouth as he came closer and closer to the monster hunter. All it would take would be one small bite, one tiny little bite to claim him as his property. But unless he was really there. He couldn't. It would be a battle not won, yet won at the same time. Sure, he would make Gabriel his but the blood... he wouldn't be able to taste the heavenly blood....of his love. Stepping over the broken and shattered remains of a lone mug, Dracula ventured over to Van and stood by him. Watching the man's face for any signs of a wise hunter.
'At least it's nice to know he's not an idiot' Dracula noted as Van took a hasty step back, slowly coming too as the weak affects of the alcohol died in his blood. Van stumbled in his steps and hit the ground on his rear end, not taking any note of the slight discomfort from hitting cement. Dracula followed with calm steps, it wasn't very many. One or two to cross over to his love, his mate. Dropping down on Van like a bat, Dracula grasped the others chin with a firm hold gazing into the hunters eyes.
They were full of many things Dracula wished the feel, it was remarkable he was able to feel the heat radiating off his scared little hunter. He was like a child. Filled with confusion, hurt, betrayal, somewhere deep was love, fear, intelligence, and pride. Ambition. Jealousy, oh Dracula could go on and on. It was everything that Dracula could not feel. The vampire king squatted down, coming level to the hunter, not giving him a chance to move as he leaned forward. Using a free hand to caress the soft skin. So full of life....and blood...
"I'm not that drunk!" Van shoved and jerked away, but to no avail. The grip wasn't going to loosen. All that he was met with was a few disappointed tsks from Dracula's mouth. As if been scolded by a mother "Gabriel, Gabriel, Gabriel. How many times do I have to tell you? You're mine...just as you were four in a half centuries ago..." the voice dropped to a deadly whisper. Giving a hint on how truthful and how set Dracula was to proving it. One way or another.
The grip intensified and a sudden pain shot through Van's body "I was no ones!" he cried out as he lurched forward against Dracula's chest, the hand cupping his chin threatening to do something more than just breaking bones. Anger flared in Dracula's so called hallow heart as he studied his mates face. How dare he talk back to him! Knowing nothing of his past, he had no right to say what was true or untrue! "Are you sure about that?" Dracula relaxed as dread filled his mates heart at the sentence.
"Well...no, not really but..."
"Then don't make such insolent assumptions!" Dracula all but roared at Van, but that did hardly anything but bring a rebellious attitude "don't start roaring like a dead lion!" Van pressed his forehead against Dracula's, anger over clouding his judgment. He was only flesh and blood whereas Dracula was immortal and did not bleed. Inside Dracula was laughing, having a grand time playing with his past lover, and future on at that. He was so easy to anger and quick to retaliate. All he had to do was press the right buttons.
"But I am dead. I can roar all I want." The undead being concluded moving a strand form his face. He couldn't keep the image up. It was straining his body with the magic and spirit input. His strength was fading- and fast. "But I will roar with my dead heart that beats no more, for you. It will be lit again with your blood and warm body. Your clever mind and compassionate soul..." he purred and kissed the stunned man on the lips, fangs grazing the bottom lip drawing a tinge of blood. "My Gabriel" and like the wind he was swept away.
Leaving a very unsure and frightened Van Helsing alone. Until pounding steps descended down. Shoes clanking against the cement, like sandals "Van Helsing?" he cried out again. Calling his name over and over it seemed to have lost its meaning. Carl breathed evenly when he saw his friend sitting on the floor, with his mouth a gap and hat lopping of fthe side of his head. He looked like a statue!
"There you are! I've been looking all over for you!" Carl scolded him as he drew closer, a bit disturbed as Van shook his head and paled looking at Carl with the most innocent look of all. "Did you see Dracula?" Van cut in, interrupting his closest friend. The only one he could practically trust in at any rate. Though the question seemed out to the blue for the friar who in turn tilted his head confused "Dracula? No, but I have something to tell you.."
"Save it Carl"
"But Dracula..."
"I know"
"And he-"
"I know the details. All to well I'm afraid. And this job I think, is best left just to me. I don't want to endanger you for some stupid quarrel" Van stood up and bristled as he rubbed his chin feeling a slight swelling from the earlier grip. That damn vampire was going to hell! But how was the question. Sputtering the friar stopped Van from going up the stairs, gripping his sleeve with a firm grip.
"You'll be by yourself!"
"That's what I'm meant to do. Its my life..."
"I am your eyes! To back you up!" Carl was now almost pleading.
"You are no more of eyes than my own. I have hearing and skill and the devils blessing"
As Van shoved Carl away and ascended the stairs he knew that what he was doing was rather foolish. But if it was true, maybe fighting would be the last thing that would happen. First it would be dealing with that...that...insane vampire king through reasoning! Storming up the steps of the armory he passed by the being...Vasala was it? He didn't pay any mind to the creature as he headed to his room. Gathering the equipment needed. He'd take his crossbow of course, along with the revolvers and shotgun. And Tojo blades. He couldn't forget those!
Once he was sure he had everything, he double checked his inventory noticing his silver stake was missing. Oh well...it was better to treck lightly. Speed was the key to this journey. He was going back to where it ended and where it had begin. Back to the map. Back to the icy fortress.
Back to where he had killed his first human, with a thirst for blood and flesh.
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Dracula couldn't sleep. He was exhausted, granted his time with Gabriel was most satisfying he still couldn't sleep. He considered trying again, just to see how the hunter would act. But his body just wouldn't hear of it. Gazing at the ceiling took a lot off his mind though, and for awhile he just stared at nothing. Letting himself relaxed as the wind ripped inside. Swirling around his coffin afraid to disturb him as it swayed past.
Though even if it had hit him Dracula would have felt nothing. He was cold already, nothing could make it worse, but soon, very soon that would all change. He was going to have a visitor soon. Forcing himself up he raised his form, as if lifted up by wires regaining his footing on solid ground. Glancing to the side he frowned at the picture. There was a portrait of his three brides, next to it was a painting so old that it was hardly recognizable. Of a man, cradling another in his grasp looking like he was going for a kiss.
Gazing longing fully at the painting he felt nothing come to him. There was no feeling form the painting anymore. The first few years of immortal pain made him cry and tremble looking at the painting. Wishing he could change time. But not anymore. He was filled with air, there was no emotion behind or in front of him.
All around it was as silent as death, his feet played a song as they echoed horribly. Sorrowful eyes twisted and turned around. Desperate he could take joy somewhat as a demon. But even now he had trouble flying with a ripped wing. No thanks to his mate. Snarling venomously he started to change, flesh ripping as the demon within him ripped through the human form. Taking a form of what he truly felt.
And truly was in spirit.
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A/N: That was needed! The whole Van/Dracula moment –happy sigh- I'm very proud of this chapter and hope you continue reading. Thanks for reviewing too!
Disclaimer: Don't own Van Helsing. Never will.
Pairing: Dracula/ Van Helsing
Vanquishing Sorrow
Chapter Four
Alone in the armory was where Van Helsing the great monster hunter, worldwide known murderer, and the only vanquisher of evil sat. On one of the barrels taking long chugs of beer from where the other barrels were tipped over. He had drinking what, three? Four? He'd lost count once his mind began to go fuzzy on him. Taking another long swig from the mug he had found on the floor he leaned back and smiled feeling like he could take on the whole world with the strength beer, wine, whatever the concoction was giving him.
That didn't matter what it was, it tasted good. "Nothing can beat Gabriel Van Helsing...." He whispered to himself, heart feeling too light for his own good. It was as if all the evil that had sinned him was suddenly gone for a long brief moment leaving a normal man, with no worries, in it's wake. Van snorted out loud as he heard shouts from above. Carl was once again freaking out over his sudden absence from the bed where the friar had left him. Wasn't surprising, he would shout back and get up to go to him. But...
Legs, mind, and effort didn't want to contribute to it.
Placing the mug down he ran a hand through his curly hair and began to twirl a piece of it. "Still the same as ever, Gabriel" His mind groaned in recognition as he realized that it wasn't Carl, or whatever that snake thing was. It could only be his archenemy. Too bad his mind couldn't just make it some random hallucination. Tipping his hat up he mocked the being as he turned around, looking into very scary warm lustful eyes. Swaying on his feet he tipped forward, prodding the others chest threateningly.
"Why can't you just leave me alone? Go find a different mate..." It was a suggestion, rather than a threat or piece of mind. Dracula was rather than being heartless and taken advantage of the state his Gabriel was in, actually showed concern on how the man was acting. This was after all, future mate. Bringer of his children "Gabriel? Have you, been doing something?" a blank look confirmed Dracula's beliefs as he raised two fingers.
"How many am I holding, Gabriel?"
"Twelve" Was the quick-witted and completely wrong answer.
The famous monster hunter that bested the greatest demon of all time, in all of the undead was so horribly drunk that he was having trouble standing. Adverting his eyes the black clad undead being eyed the three empty barrels with mild disgust. This was truly unlike his Gabriel! At the very least the man would only drink half of one barrel, he was never an alcoholic freak like so many other pathetic mortals. His cattle.
Clicking his tongue Dracula knew he could do nothing to clean the mess. He was but a flickering image, only real to the living beings he chose to be. And he would do anything to be alone with his Gabriel.
Well, his drunk Gabriel. But Gabriel all the same.
Dracula smiled wickedly, fangs protruding from his mouth as he came closer and closer to the monster hunter. All it would take would be one small bite, one tiny little bite to claim him as his property. But unless he was really there. He couldn't. It would be a battle not won, yet won at the same time. Sure, he would make Gabriel his but the blood... he wouldn't be able to taste the heavenly blood....of his love. Stepping over the broken and shattered remains of a lone mug, Dracula ventured over to Van and stood by him. Watching the man's face for any signs of a wise hunter.
'At least it's nice to know he's not an idiot' Dracula noted as Van took a hasty step back, slowly coming too as the weak affects of the alcohol died in his blood. Van stumbled in his steps and hit the ground on his rear end, not taking any note of the slight discomfort from hitting cement. Dracula followed with calm steps, it wasn't very many. One or two to cross over to his love, his mate. Dropping down on Van like a bat, Dracula grasped the others chin with a firm hold gazing into the hunters eyes.
They were full of many things Dracula wished the feel, it was remarkable he was able to feel the heat radiating off his scared little hunter. He was like a child. Filled with confusion, hurt, betrayal, somewhere deep was love, fear, intelligence, and pride. Ambition. Jealousy, oh Dracula could go on and on. It was everything that Dracula could not feel. The vampire king squatted down, coming level to the hunter, not giving him a chance to move as he leaned forward. Using a free hand to caress the soft skin. So full of life....and blood...
"I'm not that drunk!" Van shoved and jerked away, but to no avail. The grip wasn't going to loosen. All that he was met with was a few disappointed tsks from Dracula's mouth. As if been scolded by a mother "Gabriel, Gabriel, Gabriel. How many times do I have to tell you? You're mine...just as you were four in a half centuries ago..." the voice dropped to a deadly whisper. Giving a hint on how truthful and how set Dracula was to proving it. One way or another.
The grip intensified and a sudden pain shot through Van's body "I was no ones!" he cried out as he lurched forward against Dracula's chest, the hand cupping his chin threatening to do something more than just breaking bones. Anger flared in Dracula's so called hallow heart as he studied his mates face. How dare he talk back to him! Knowing nothing of his past, he had no right to say what was true or untrue! "Are you sure about that?" Dracula relaxed as dread filled his mates heart at the sentence.
"Well...no, not really but..."
"Then don't make such insolent assumptions!" Dracula all but roared at Van, but that did hardly anything but bring a rebellious attitude "don't start roaring like a dead lion!" Van pressed his forehead against Dracula's, anger over clouding his judgment. He was only flesh and blood whereas Dracula was immortal and did not bleed. Inside Dracula was laughing, having a grand time playing with his past lover, and future on at that. He was so easy to anger and quick to retaliate. All he had to do was press the right buttons.
"But I am dead. I can roar all I want." The undead being concluded moving a strand form his face. He couldn't keep the image up. It was straining his body with the magic and spirit input. His strength was fading- and fast. "But I will roar with my dead heart that beats no more, for you. It will be lit again with your blood and warm body. Your clever mind and compassionate soul..." he purred and kissed the stunned man on the lips, fangs grazing the bottom lip drawing a tinge of blood. "My Gabriel" and like the wind he was swept away.
Leaving a very unsure and frightened Van Helsing alone. Until pounding steps descended down. Shoes clanking against the cement, like sandals "Van Helsing?" he cried out again. Calling his name over and over it seemed to have lost its meaning. Carl breathed evenly when he saw his friend sitting on the floor, with his mouth a gap and hat lopping of fthe side of his head. He looked like a statue!
"There you are! I've been looking all over for you!" Carl scolded him as he drew closer, a bit disturbed as Van shook his head and paled looking at Carl with the most innocent look of all. "Did you see Dracula?" Van cut in, interrupting his closest friend. The only one he could practically trust in at any rate. Though the question seemed out to the blue for the friar who in turn tilted his head confused "Dracula? No, but I have something to tell you.."
"Save it Carl"
"But Dracula..."
"I know"
"And he-"
"I know the details. All to well I'm afraid. And this job I think, is best left just to me. I don't want to endanger you for some stupid quarrel" Van stood up and bristled as he rubbed his chin feeling a slight swelling from the earlier grip. That damn vampire was going to hell! But how was the question. Sputtering the friar stopped Van from going up the stairs, gripping his sleeve with a firm grip.
"You'll be by yourself!"
"That's what I'm meant to do. Its my life..."
"I am your eyes! To back you up!" Carl was now almost pleading.
"You are no more of eyes than my own. I have hearing and skill and the devils blessing"
As Van shoved Carl away and ascended the stairs he knew that what he was doing was rather foolish. But if it was true, maybe fighting would be the last thing that would happen. First it would be dealing with that...that...insane vampire king through reasoning! Storming up the steps of the armory he passed by the being...Vasala was it? He didn't pay any mind to the creature as he headed to his room. Gathering the equipment needed. He'd take his crossbow of course, along with the revolvers and shotgun. And Tojo blades. He couldn't forget those!
Once he was sure he had everything, he double checked his inventory noticing his silver stake was missing. Oh well...it was better to treck lightly. Speed was the key to this journey. He was going back to where it ended and where it had begin. Back to the map. Back to the icy fortress.
Back to where he had killed his first human, with a thirst for blood and flesh.
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Dracula couldn't sleep. He was exhausted, granted his time with Gabriel was most satisfying he still couldn't sleep. He considered trying again, just to see how the hunter would act. But his body just wouldn't hear of it. Gazing at the ceiling took a lot off his mind though, and for awhile he just stared at nothing. Letting himself relaxed as the wind ripped inside. Swirling around his coffin afraid to disturb him as it swayed past.
Though even if it had hit him Dracula would have felt nothing. He was cold already, nothing could make it worse, but soon, very soon that would all change. He was going to have a visitor soon. Forcing himself up he raised his form, as if lifted up by wires regaining his footing on solid ground. Glancing to the side he frowned at the picture. There was a portrait of his three brides, next to it was a painting so old that it was hardly recognizable. Of a man, cradling another in his grasp looking like he was going for a kiss.
Gazing longing fully at the painting he felt nothing come to him. There was no feeling form the painting anymore. The first few years of immortal pain made him cry and tremble looking at the painting. Wishing he could change time. But not anymore. He was filled with air, there was no emotion behind or in front of him.
All around it was as silent as death, his feet played a song as they echoed horribly. Sorrowful eyes twisted and turned around. Desperate he could take joy somewhat as a demon. But even now he had trouble flying with a ripped wing. No thanks to his mate. Snarling venomously he started to change, flesh ripping as the demon within him ripped through the human form. Taking a form of what he truly felt.
And truly was in spirit.
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A/N: That was needed! The whole Van/Dracula moment –happy sigh- I'm very proud of this chapter and hope you continue reading. Thanks for reviewing too!