A/N: No, no don't hurt me! I'm the innocence! –Hides and weeps- I'm sorry! I was stuck! It made it move! Don't hurt me! I'm Sorry Carl fans...
Disclaimer: Don't own Van Helsing. Never will.
Pairing: Dracula/ Van Helsing
Vanquishing Sorrow
Chapter Six
Dracula was wide-awake that night, with renewed strength and a whole nights worth of sulking and thinking. Least to say he was filled with dead joy. Dead joy, for the capture of Carl and genius idea to bait his mate. If this worked, Gabriel was already in the palm of his hands, a pawn to be played with in whatever way he wished. He faintly considered going and checking on his mate but no that could wait. If he did, Gabriel might let his anger tear through and damage himself. But he wanted a flawless mate. A perfect untouched one.
Snarling his thoughts took a nosedive to the princess that died in the same room he happened to wander in. That feisty little wench had stolen his beloved! And kissed him, her stench lingered on his mate and it was so over powering! A growl erupted form the belly of his throat, and gliding over to the couch he glared at it. Eyes skimmed the fabric, it was torn beyond repair. Every time he had glanced at it, it filled him with hate. Hate towards that Velarious that dared to snatch away what was rightfully his! She had no right...
But thankfully, she had died. And all, was somewhat well.
Now wasn't the time to mull over the past. It was time to make the future complete! To make his generation once again thrive. And with a human, he was going to give half-life to them. And they would feast upon the living as they had done in the past. Humans will bow down before him, but no, that was not what eh truly wanted. All he wanted. All he dreamed of having. Was his Gabriel. The elegance and grace of the hunter in his grasp. Arms holding him close, the scent to fill his senses and sink his fangs into the neck. And feed enough to satisfy himself.
And have a weakened hunter laying against his chest. Weak as a newborn kitten, cuddling against him. Then fun would begin and...
The doors banged open with a loud slam. The proclaimed vampire king that had escaped hell more than once snapped his head to the door, anger written over his features at having been interrupted in midst of his fantasies. Ones that he would make come true if all else fails. Even if the hostage baiting idea failed. He would take Gabriel by his will if needed. Skimming his eyes over the two figures that enters, he was glad for some visitors. It had been a long time since he had someone in the castle. In presence of him.
"Ah, my dear Vasala. To what pleasure do I own to see you?" Dracula asked, voice laced with a warm welcome, though he could barely feel it. Truly he felt nothing, nothing but empty hollowness. But, around his Gabriel. It was different, it was like being alive again. Able to feel the warmness, however little it was.
Vasala turned his head and bowed respectfully. It was an honor among the monsters that thrived around the world to be recognized by a king. "I am quite well sire. The plan went accordingly. I have him here..." The Leviathan yanked on a rope, dragging the human into the door and grimaced. An honest accident.
"Careful, careful," Dracula hushed in his heavy accent, dripping with calmness "My love does not want harm to come to this human" he took the rope and went over to Carl helping him up with a surprisingly gentle way. The friar on the other hand was scared witless. He didn't know what to do. Be scared by the fact he hadn't been eaten alive by Dracula, or the fact that he was being touched. And not mauled.
Unable to say anything Carl remained silent, the fear radiating off him gave away the fact that he was hopelessly confused and scared. Who wouldn't be in the presence of such a notorious being? Known throughout the land as the most feared being. With power unimaginable to the world, that slept unnoticed about what truly went on while they slept. Carl let his teeth chatter as Dracula touched his cheek, smiling in a calm manner. So unlike before.
At least, from what Van had told him about.
"Ah, ah...is this a wrong time to ask why I'm here?" Carl spoke finally, gaining a bit of confidence to wonder about his sudden abduction. He knew something was wrong the moment he had let Van run off on his own. Then Vasala had threatened him, and that was that. Standing his ground he merely flinched as the nails form Dracula's fingers ran down his face. Soothingly.
Too bad it had the opposite effect.
"You...are part of my plan to get Gabriel" Dracula dropped his hand to his side and walked over to the wall, admiring the small paintings that had tried to liven the place up. Shame it didn't do much but cover the walls. His prison... "With you in my grasp, and Gabriel lopped around my finger. My plan will succeed" He spoke in a brightening manner, the happiness was not missed in the tone. Speaking like it was a blessed plan. Casually walking up on the wall, Dracula paused. What would become of Carl?
"What plan? To give life to your children?"
"That's exactly it my friend. With me as an undead, and Gabriel with life. My children will be not dead nor will they be alive." The glint in his eyes returned as he spread his arms, booming with excitement "they will EXIST!". There, at that one moment Dracula relished the thought of having children. It would be true. Belonging neither to Hades nor god, they would roam the Earth. Existing and adapting to the cruel ways of the world.
Jumping down, he clasped his hands behind his back and looked like he was on a midnight stroll. Glancing at the friar a few times, why did humans have to be so naïve? So greedy of the world? Using whatever they could until there was nothing left...
"How...err...how many children are we talking about?" Carl asked shakily.
Dracula thought about it. Besides getting Gabriel with him, he hadn't thought beyond that. But if each batch of eggs were formed and one each year. His face turned to a calculating frown as he quickly counted. With one batch there were one hundred eggs. Each year times the amount he had gotten in a century, which was six batches so, that six hundred eggs. And of that six hundred, if he was right. Every single one would survive then if not, at least half.
"I'm aiming toward possibly six hundred children. Which will suffice" He grinned slyly as Carl paled and trembled slightly. Six hundred children needed a large area to feed in. Even the town closest to here would not do. Just across the ocean. He'd have to look elsewhere, Dracula concluded placing a strand of hair to the side. This time he would not fail. His brides were undead, they failed. But he loved Gabriel, and he was alive. With this plan, it could, it will. Not. Fail!
Carl shifted with the ropes, they were tied a bit to tightly for his comfort, and he dared not to complain. With the amount of children that Dracula wanted, it wouldn't surprise him if Gabriel died during the process. Six hundred kids. Every hundred years. Completely wipe out the human population!
"And I thought the brides were bad enough" the friar muttered under his breath looking to the side. It was kind of cozy if the situation hadn't been so grim. Shoved forward he glared lightly at Vasala and hmphed sticking his nose up in the air.
"I will seek Gabriel at the first sight of the moon. It will be within the hour. But you Vasala," Dracula looked pointedly at the divine creature with a look of malice. "Untie that human. Feed him, wash him, and give him half rein of this castle. If you so much as harm a hair on him" Dracula had vanished from where he was and appeared gazing into Vasala's eyes with hate and an insane lust. "I will personally end you life!" Dracula spat while the man cowered.
'Good to know he doesn't just scare me' Even in the heat of grim times, Carl managed a small smile. But it faded as he thought of Van and lowered his eyes to the floor. He was bait and his best friend had already taken it when he was more than fine (ignoring the monsters that is). The ropes were untied and he was led out of the room, heading toward the washroom then the kitchen. And further into the home.
Of the King of the Undead.
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Gabriel wiped his brow as he gritted his teeth rubbing the herbs over the mark that had gashed his face. There were four lines going down and one off to the side. It was hard to think that was done by his friend's own invention! Grumbling with worried thoughts he patched it up the best he could. But even then, an infection could take place. If h wanted to get it healed he would have to seek professional help.
'Which is more than god knows how many miles away...'
Exiting the cave he smiled faintly as it had stopped snowing. The sky was pitch black but the moon above provided good enough light for his eyes. Hissing something he lifted his hand form the ground, snow remains stuck to it like jam. Raising a suspicious eyebrow, he noticed his hat had stayed where it was the whole night. 'Miracles...' He snorted to himself and grabbed the hat, dusting off the layers of snow.
Placing back on his head he trudged through the snow again. The note was firmly clenched between his fingers a scowl on his face. 'Damn that vampire. Using Carl like that! If he was a man of his word and honor he'd come and face me like a real man/best/demon whatever he is!' Crumpling the note even more he stuffed it in his coat pocket.
Gabriel was alert from the time he exited the cave to the time he heard an unusual sound about forty minutes later. He was by no means near a forest of any kind. Going across what seemed like a large mountain path, layered heavily with the recent snowfall. 'So that's no bird' He concluded and looked up, unable to make out anything. Still alert though, he dismissed the sound for a bug. Clenching the shotgun tightly though, his sensitive hearing (after millions of training battles) picked up the flap. Louder before, but still maintaining the same beat Gabriel concluded it was something very huge.
With a wingspan that was about sixteen feet...
Whirling around faster than what the being behind expected, Gabriel had shot a bullet right through its chest. Common sense kept him going as bullet after bullet went off. But when the moonlight grew a bit brighter, it illuminated the demon that had apparently, still stood standing. A hand had caught the rest of the bullets. This hardly surprised the monster hunter as he inhaled sharply. If only he still had the werewolf's curse!
Finding it better to look on the bright side that he wasn't dead he tipped his hat, a gentle smile spreading over his features as he dropped the crossbow, the Tojo blades, and the shotgun. There was no use for weapons that could not hurt the undead. And he wouldn't be able to get any holy water in time if he could find it somewhere in his jacket.
"Evening. What brings you...to...wherever here is?" Gabriel asked spreading his arms, showing that he was unarmed. He regarded the other calmly as the winged beast stepped forward, peering at him with a warming gaze. The voice that Dracula held in his demon form was heard more like a rumbled snarl, but Gabriel could make it out just as easy when he was in his other form. Unnerved a bit he stepped back a few paces, keeping both eyes trained on Dracula.
"I've come here for you"
Gabriel wasn't very surprised but he was disturbed. Talk about one tracked mind!
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A/N: Omg X3 Such cuteness. Demon form is helluva ugly but in a way cute (because its Dracula XD) so how is it so far? Do you people like it? So predictable but, but, I just love these two together XD could you imaging 600 kids? O-o scary.... poor Gabriel –smirks-
Disclaimer: Don't own Van Helsing. Never will.
Pairing: Dracula/ Van Helsing
Vanquishing Sorrow
Chapter Six
Dracula was wide-awake that night, with renewed strength and a whole nights worth of sulking and thinking. Least to say he was filled with dead joy. Dead joy, for the capture of Carl and genius idea to bait his mate. If this worked, Gabriel was already in the palm of his hands, a pawn to be played with in whatever way he wished. He faintly considered going and checking on his mate but no that could wait. If he did, Gabriel might let his anger tear through and damage himself. But he wanted a flawless mate. A perfect untouched one.
Snarling his thoughts took a nosedive to the princess that died in the same room he happened to wander in. That feisty little wench had stolen his beloved! And kissed him, her stench lingered on his mate and it was so over powering! A growl erupted form the belly of his throat, and gliding over to the couch he glared at it. Eyes skimmed the fabric, it was torn beyond repair. Every time he had glanced at it, it filled him with hate. Hate towards that Velarious that dared to snatch away what was rightfully his! She had no right...
But thankfully, she had died. And all, was somewhat well.
Now wasn't the time to mull over the past. It was time to make the future complete! To make his generation once again thrive. And with a human, he was going to give half-life to them. And they would feast upon the living as they had done in the past. Humans will bow down before him, but no, that was not what eh truly wanted. All he wanted. All he dreamed of having. Was his Gabriel. The elegance and grace of the hunter in his grasp. Arms holding him close, the scent to fill his senses and sink his fangs into the neck. And feed enough to satisfy himself.
And have a weakened hunter laying against his chest. Weak as a newborn kitten, cuddling against him. Then fun would begin and...
The doors banged open with a loud slam. The proclaimed vampire king that had escaped hell more than once snapped his head to the door, anger written over his features at having been interrupted in midst of his fantasies. Ones that he would make come true if all else fails. Even if the hostage baiting idea failed. He would take Gabriel by his will if needed. Skimming his eyes over the two figures that enters, he was glad for some visitors. It had been a long time since he had someone in the castle. In presence of him.
"Ah, my dear Vasala. To what pleasure do I own to see you?" Dracula asked, voice laced with a warm welcome, though he could barely feel it. Truly he felt nothing, nothing but empty hollowness. But, around his Gabriel. It was different, it was like being alive again. Able to feel the warmness, however little it was.
Vasala turned his head and bowed respectfully. It was an honor among the monsters that thrived around the world to be recognized by a king. "I am quite well sire. The plan went accordingly. I have him here..." The Leviathan yanked on a rope, dragging the human into the door and grimaced. An honest accident.
"Careful, careful," Dracula hushed in his heavy accent, dripping with calmness "My love does not want harm to come to this human" he took the rope and went over to Carl helping him up with a surprisingly gentle way. The friar on the other hand was scared witless. He didn't know what to do. Be scared by the fact he hadn't been eaten alive by Dracula, or the fact that he was being touched. And not mauled.
Unable to say anything Carl remained silent, the fear radiating off him gave away the fact that he was hopelessly confused and scared. Who wouldn't be in the presence of such a notorious being? Known throughout the land as the most feared being. With power unimaginable to the world, that slept unnoticed about what truly went on while they slept. Carl let his teeth chatter as Dracula touched his cheek, smiling in a calm manner. So unlike before.
At least, from what Van had told him about.
"Ah, ah...is this a wrong time to ask why I'm here?" Carl spoke finally, gaining a bit of confidence to wonder about his sudden abduction. He knew something was wrong the moment he had let Van run off on his own. Then Vasala had threatened him, and that was that. Standing his ground he merely flinched as the nails form Dracula's fingers ran down his face. Soothingly.
Too bad it had the opposite effect.
"You...are part of my plan to get Gabriel" Dracula dropped his hand to his side and walked over to the wall, admiring the small paintings that had tried to liven the place up. Shame it didn't do much but cover the walls. His prison... "With you in my grasp, and Gabriel lopped around my finger. My plan will succeed" He spoke in a brightening manner, the happiness was not missed in the tone. Speaking like it was a blessed plan. Casually walking up on the wall, Dracula paused. What would become of Carl?
"What plan? To give life to your children?"
"That's exactly it my friend. With me as an undead, and Gabriel with life. My children will be not dead nor will they be alive." The glint in his eyes returned as he spread his arms, booming with excitement "they will EXIST!". There, at that one moment Dracula relished the thought of having children. It would be true. Belonging neither to Hades nor god, they would roam the Earth. Existing and adapting to the cruel ways of the world.
Jumping down, he clasped his hands behind his back and looked like he was on a midnight stroll. Glancing at the friar a few times, why did humans have to be so naïve? So greedy of the world? Using whatever they could until there was nothing left...
"How...err...how many children are we talking about?" Carl asked shakily.
Dracula thought about it. Besides getting Gabriel with him, he hadn't thought beyond that. But if each batch of eggs were formed and one each year. His face turned to a calculating frown as he quickly counted. With one batch there were one hundred eggs. Each year times the amount he had gotten in a century, which was six batches so, that six hundred eggs. And of that six hundred, if he was right. Every single one would survive then if not, at least half.
"I'm aiming toward possibly six hundred children. Which will suffice" He grinned slyly as Carl paled and trembled slightly. Six hundred children needed a large area to feed in. Even the town closest to here would not do. Just across the ocean. He'd have to look elsewhere, Dracula concluded placing a strand of hair to the side. This time he would not fail. His brides were undead, they failed. But he loved Gabriel, and he was alive. With this plan, it could, it will. Not. Fail!
Carl shifted with the ropes, they were tied a bit to tightly for his comfort, and he dared not to complain. With the amount of children that Dracula wanted, it wouldn't surprise him if Gabriel died during the process. Six hundred kids. Every hundred years. Completely wipe out the human population!
"And I thought the brides were bad enough" the friar muttered under his breath looking to the side. It was kind of cozy if the situation hadn't been so grim. Shoved forward he glared lightly at Vasala and hmphed sticking his nose up in the air.
"I will seek Gabriel at the first sight of the moon. It will be within the hour. But you Vasala," Dracula looked pointedly at the divine creature with a look of malice. "Untie that human. Feed him, wash him, and give him half rein of this castle. If you so much as harm a hair on him" Dracula had vanished from where he was and appeared gazing into Vasala's eyes with hate and an insane lust. "I will personally end you life!" Dracula spat while the man cowered.
'Good to know he doesn't just scare me' Even in the heat of grim times, Carl managed a small smile. But it faded as he thought of Van and lowered his eyes to the floor. He was bait and his best friend had already taken it when he was more than fine (ignoring the monsters that is). The ropes were untied and he was led out of the room, heading toward the washroom then the kitchen. And further into the home.
Of the King of the Undead.
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Gabriel wiped his brow as he gritted his teeth rubbing the herbs over the mark that had gashed his face. There were four lines going down and one off to the side. It was hard to think that was done by his friend's own invention! Grumbling with worried thoughts he patched it up the best he could. But even then, an infection could take place. If h wanted to get it healed he would have to seek professional help.
'Which is more than god knows how many miles away...'
Exiting the cave he smiled faintly as it had stopped snowing. The sky was pitch black but the moon above provided good enough light for his eyes. Hissing something he lifted his hand form the ground, snow remains stuck to it like jam. Raising a suspicious eyebrow, he noticed his hat had stayed where it was the whole night. 'Miracles...' He snorted to himself and grabbed the hat, dusting off the layers of snow.
Placing back on his head he trudged through the snow again. The note was firmly clenched between his fingers a scowl on his face. 'Damn that vampire. Using Carl like that! If he was a man of his word and honor he'd come and face me like a real man/best/demon whatever he is!' Crumpling the note even more he stuffed it in his coat pocket.
Gabriel was alert from the time he exited the cave to the time he heard an unusual sound about forty minutes later. He was by no means near a forest of any kind. Going across what seemed like a large mountain path, layered heavily with the recent snowfall. 'So that's no bird' He concluded and looked up, unable to make out anything. Still alert though, he dismissed the sound for a bug. Clenching the shotgun tightly though, his sensitive hearing (after millions of training battles) picked up the flap. Louder before, but still maintaining the same beat Gabriel concluded it was something very huge.
With a wingspan that was about sixteen feet...
Whirling around faster than what the being behind expected, Gabriel had shot a bullet right through its chest. Common sense kept him going as bullet after bullet went off. But when the moonlight grew a bit brighter, it illuminated the demon that had apparently, still stood standing. A hand had caught the rest of the bullets. This hardly surprised the monster hunter as he inhaled sharply. If only he still had the werewolf's curse!
Finding it better to look on the bright side that he wasn't dead he tipped his hat, a gentle smile spreading over his features as he dropped the crossbow, the Tojo blades, and the shotgun. There was no use for weapons that could not hurt the undead. And he wouldn't be able to get any holy water in time if he could find it somewhere in his jacket.
"Evening. What brings you...to...wherever here is?" Gabriel asked spreading his arms, showing that he was unarmed. He regarded the other calmly as the winged beast stepped forward, peering at him with a warming gaze. The voice that Dracula held in his demon form was heard more like a rumbled snarl, but Gabriel could make it out just as easy when he was in his other form. Unnerved a bit he stepped back a few paces, keeping both eyes trained on Dracula.
"I've come here for you"
Gabriel wasn't very surprised but he was disturbed. Talk about one tracked mind!
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A/N: Omg X3 Such cuteness. Demon form is helluva ugly but in a way cute (because its Dracula XD) so how is it so far? Do you people like it? So predictable but, but, I just love these two together XD could you imaging 600 kids? O-o scary.... poor Gabriel –smirks-