Authors note: I'm responding to a review complaining that I had stolen the
idea from the movies Underworld, and Blade 2, to tell you the truth, I
never saw those movies, sorry. I thought my idea was original. Hey, here's
where Van Helsing 4th comes in. By the way, there are other monsters in
this story besides vampires and werewolves, so keep reading. Please Read
and Review.
March 22, 1972 Washington DC, United States of America
Reverend Paul Bera stood off to the side at Grand Central Station, trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible. If there was one place he would rather not be, it was here. The vampires hung around the buildings, drawn like moths to a light. However he was here and he had a mission.
Just as the three o' clock express came into the station, two pale men came out of the shadows. "Reverend Bera, we would like a word." They said, and started to lead him away. "No, please, wait." He started to say, when a tall man, wearing a wide brim hat, and leather trench coat stepped off the train. "Van Helsing!" he yelled.
Van Helsing 4th had just stepped off the train after a long trip from New York City. The overcrowded city had started to grow an amazing amount of monsters, which flooded the sewers and alleyways. He had just finished cutting that population in half when he received an urgent phone call. He was shipped strait to Washington DC.
He was hoping for a small break when he saw one of the members of the order calling for help. He hurried over to him. "Excuse me gentlemen, do we have a problem?" he asked, "No sir, we were just talking to a friend of ours." One said, and they both left quickly. "Making friends?" he asked sarcastically. "No, not really." Paul said, completely missing it. "Come on; let's get out of here before they come back."
They walked out of the station, and through the parking lot, until they stopped at a small Jeep. Paul unlocked the car and they stepped in. "So, why did I get pulled down here so fast I couldn't pack?" "Your friend, Ted Newman was killed yesterday, a couple shots in the back." "My god, where was he?" "He was on a mission for the order; he had just killed the vampire Viktor Nasaraf, when two bodyguards shot him down." "Where was he?" he asked more insistently "Connecticut Avenue." "He was headed to..." "Let me guess, Drake." "Yes."
Sorry this chapter was so short, I wanted to release it really bad, and I may not be able to write for a few days so I want you readers to have something to read. Don't forget to review, just if you liked it or not.
March 22, 1972 Washington DC, United States of America
Reverend Paul Bera stood off to the side at Grand Central Station, trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible. If there was one place he would rather not be, it was here. The vampires hung around the buildings, drawn like moths to a light. However he was here and he had a mission.
Just as the three o' clock express came into the station, two pale men came out of the shadows. "Reverend Bera, we would like a word." They said, and started to lead him away. "No, please, wait." He started to say, when a tall man, wearing a wide brim hat, and leather trench coat stepped off the train. "Van Helsing!" he yelled.
Van Helsing 4th had just stepped off the train after a long trip from New York City. The overcrowded city had started to grow an amazing amount of monsters, which flooded the sewers and alleyways. He had just finished cutting that population in half when he received an urgent phone call. He was shipped strait to Washington DC.
He was hoping for a small break when he saw one of the members of the order calling for help. He hurried over to him. "Excuse me gentlemen, do we have a problem?" he asked, "No sir, we were just talking to a friend of ours." One said, and they both left quickly. "Making friends?" he asked sarcastically. "No, not really." Paul said, completely missing it. "Come on; let's get out of here before they come back."
They walked out of the station, and through the parking lot, until they stopped at a small Jeep. Paul unlocked the car and they stepped in. "So, why did I get pulled down here so fast I couldn't pack?" "Your friend, Ted Newman was killed yesterday, a couple shots in the back." "My god, where was he?" "He was on a mission for the order; he had just killed the vampire Viktor Nasaraf, when two bodyguards shot him down." "Where was he?" he asked more insistently "Connecticut Avenue." "He was headed to..." "Let me guess, Drake." "Yes."
Sorry this chapter was so short, I wanted to release it really bad, and I may not be able to write for a few days so I want you readers to have something to read. Don't forget to review, just if you liked it or not.