Thanks again for all your reviews people! As I write this, I'm in a hurry 'cause I gotta go to my cousin's house 'cause it's his birthday. So this chapter may be a short one. And I may not have time to write two in one day like I did yesterday. Thanks to everyone who reviewed!
Liz Castel: Right now, you're the person who has reviewed my story the most. And for that, you rock big time!!! Oh, and if you don't wanna write too many reviews when I submit two chapters in one day, just read the two chapters and then review. And comment on both instead of writing one review for each like you did now. But that's just a suggestion if you're lazy; do whatever you want.
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Heh heh, you people guessed it, I'm always gonna say 'you rock big time' when I thank people for reviewing. Anyways, what happened to all of you who reviewed the first chapter? Star Mage1, Iric S, Doris, and Catbat88. What happened to you guys? Come and review too! Well; on with the story.
Clan
One day had passed since Van Helsing returned from Rome to Germany. They continued to stay in the motel waiting for the clan to arrive to the village. That night, Van Helsing and Carl couldn't sleep well because Frankenstein snored. At last, when Frankenstein finally stopped snoring, Van Helsing still couldn't sleep. While Carl was sleeping like a baby, Van Helsing was thinking about Anna. He couldn't forget that it was him who had killed her with his own hands. Well, more like claws. He once again found the pillow bathed in tears the next morning when he awoke.
"Van Helsing! Van Helsing! Come, quick!" Carl cried entering the motel room.
Van Helsing sat on a chair reading a book. He was the only one in the room at the moment since Carl and Frankie were out sightseeing. Marking the page he was reading, Gabriel closed the book and faced the friar.
"What's wrong Carl?" Van Helsing asked in concern.
"The clan! They're here, they're attacking the villagers!" the small man cried in despair.
"The werewolf clan?" the monster hunter asked.
Shaking, Carl nodded in reply. He was too scared to speak anymore.
Van Helsing went to the bedroom to get his weapons. Carl and the Frankenstein monster entered the storage room and took them in a bag when they went to rescue Van Helsing in prison. The brunette hunter took two revolvers armed with silver bullets, his tojo blades, and his crossbow armed with silver bolts. Buckling the weapons onto his pants, Van Helsing pulled out one last thing from the bag—a syringe with blood inside. He threw it at Carl who barely managed to catch it.
"Keep looking for the werewolf cure and duplicate it right away when you do; while I go save the townspeople" Gabriel ordered firmly.
And with that done, Van Helsing hurried outside the motel. As soon as he reached the snowy streets, he saw a werewolf about to attack a peasant woman. He aimed his crossbow at the werewolf's arm and fired five bolts. The werewolf howled in pain and looked at his attacker. Pulling out the bolts in his arm, the werewolf ran towards Van Helsing. The werewolf tried to slash the monster hunter but he ducked, shooting the monster on the foot with one of his revolvers. Once again the beast howled and continued to try slashing Gabriel. The brunette swiftly dodged shooting bolts all over the werewolf's legs. Pulling out the bolts, the werewolf howled but in a different way. It seemed to be calling for a retreat. Then he began to run away at full speed and shortly afterwards, Frankenstein approached Van Helsing.
"They're gone" the monster informed.
"But there is one thing bothering me" Van Helsing commented.
"What is it?" Frankie asked.
"These werewolves seemed to have control over themselves. I mean, when have you ever seen a werewolf call for a retreat? When have you even seen a werewolf clan? And when have you ever seen werewolves appear in middle of the day?" the monster hunter answered with a flow of questions.
"Yes, that is strange..." the Frankenstein monster agreed.
"Let's go back to Carl" Van Helsing suggested.
Back inside the motel room, the trio discussed what had just happened. Carl had found the cure and had already duplicated it five times with his lab equipment. While Carl duplicated the werewolf cure, Gabriel entered the liquid into darts. He would shoot the werewolves and cure them instead of having to carry a syringe; since there only was one syringe.
"So why do you think these werewolves came out in the day?" the friar questioned his brunette friend.
"Well, I suspect that maybe these werewolves can transform at will. So that is why they came out in the day, and that's why they seem to have control over themselves. And that automatically answers why they're in a clan" the bright hunter replied while transferring another duplicate of the cure into a dart.
"Then that means that they are fully aware of the atrocities they commit. Like killing villagers" Frank theorized.
"Yes, it does. So that means..." Van Helsing was cut off by Carl.
"That they are bad people!" the talkative friar exclaimed.
"So they don't deserve to even live" Van Helsing mumbled.
"But still, take this just in case" Carl said, handing his companion Gabriel the dart gun which was now completely full of darts.
"Fine" Van Helsing agreed, taking the dart gun.
"Now..." Carl began.
The small friar went into the bedroom and came back out with a medium-sized map of Germany. He showed it to the monster and the black-haired man. Pointing at a spot in the map with his left index, and holding the map with his right hand.
"This spot right here is a cave close to the town. It's the only possible place for the werewolves to be if they were able to escape so fast" Carl explained.
"So tonight we go to the cave" Frankenstein guessed what Carl was getting at.
"Actually..." the friar mumbled in a cowardly tone, "I was thinking more like you and Van Helsing go only."
Van Helsing sighed and rolled his eyes. Looking back at Carl, who was nervously waiting for him to answer.
"But I was thinking more like I could go alone" Gabriel admitted.
"But..." the Frankenstein monster was cut off by Van Helsing.
"This is just a regular mission. Just a clan of werewolves" Helsing assured.
"Werewolves that can transform at will" Frankie corrected.
"And that are fully aware of what they're doing" Carl added.
Once again the monster hunter sighed.
"It's fine, I assure you everything's okay" he said.
Unconvinced, Carl and Frankie accepted just because neither of them felt like arguing with the stubborn man. After that, Van Helsing returned to his book and read in silence. While Carl continued to examine the antidote just in case, and Frankenstein ate some lunch. Later that day, Van Helsing ate lunch and again went back to reading; and Carl and Frank went sightseeing. As the sun began to set, Van Helsing was sure he would succeed in fighting the werewolves.
And there goes another chapter, now if you'll excuse me; I gotta go take a shower!
Liz Castel: Right now, you're the person who has reviewed my story the most. And for that, you rock big time!!! Oh, and if you don't wanna write too many reviews when I submit two chapters in one day, just read the two chapters and then review. And comment on both instead of writing one review for each like you did now. But that's just a suggestion if you're lazy; do whatever you want.
Fanfiction Fanatic: Thanks for reviewing! Yep, you guessed it, you rock big time!!!
Heh heh, you people guessed it, I'm always gonna say 'you rock big time' when I thank people for reviewing. Anyways, what happened to all of you who reviewed the first chapter? Star Mage1, Iric S, Doris, and Catbat88. What happened to you guys? Come and review too! Well; on with the story.
Clan
One day had passed since Van Helsing returned from Rome to Germany. They continued to stay in the motel waiting for the clan to arrive to the village. That night, Van Helsing and Carl couldn't sleep well because Frankenstein snored. At last, when Frankenstein finally stopped snoring, Van Helsing still couldn't sleep. While Carl was sleeping like a baby, Van Helsing was thinking about Anna. He couldn't forget that it was him who had killed her with his own hands. Well, more like claws. He once again found the pillow bathed in tears the next morning when he awoke.
"Van Helsing! Van Helsing! Come, quick!" Carl cried entering the motel room.
Van Helsing sat on a chair reading a book. He was the only one in the room at the moment since Carl and Frankie were out sightseeing. Marking the page he was reading, Gabriel closed the book and faced the friar.
"What's wrong Carl?" Van Helsing asked in concern.
"The clan! They're here, they're attacking the villagers!" the small man cried in despair.
"The werewolf clan?" the monster hunter asked.
Shaking, Carl nodded in reply. He was too scared to speak anymore.
Van Helsing went to the bedroom to get his weapons. Carl and the Frankenstein monster entered the storage room and took them in a bag when they went to rescue Van Helsing in prison. The brunette hunter took two revolvers armed with silver bullets, his tojo blades, and his crossbow armed with silver bolts. Buckling the weapons onto his pants, Van Helsing pulled out one last thing from the bag—a syringe with blood inside. He threw it at Carl who barely managed to catch it.
"Keep looking for the werewolf cure and duplicate it right away when you do; while I go save the townspeople" Gabriel ordered firmly.
And with that done, Van Helsing hurried outside the motel. As soon as he reached the snowy streets, he saw a werewolf about to attack a peasant woman. He aimed his crossbow at the werewolf's arm and fired five bolts. The werewolf howled in pain and looked at his attacker. Pulling out the bolts in his arm, the werewolf ran towards Van Helsing. The werewolf tried to slash the monster hunter but he ducked, shooting the monster on the foot with one of his revolvers. Once again the beast howled and continued to try slashing Gabriel. The brunette swiftly dodged shooting bolts all over the werewolf's legs. Pulling out the bolts, the werewolf howled but in a different way. It seemed to be calling for a retreat. Then he began to run away at full speed and shortly afterwards, Frankenstein approached Van Helsing.
"They're gone" the monster informed.
"But there is one thing bothering me" Van Helsing commented.
"What is it?" Frankie asked.
"These werewolves seemed to have control over themselves. I mean, when have you ever seen a werewolf call for a retreat? When have you even seen a werewolf clan? And when have you ever seen werewolves appear in middle of the day?" the monster hunter answered with a flow of questions.
"Yes, that is strange..." the Frankenstein monster agreed.
"Let's go back to Carl" Van Helsing suggested.
Back inside the motel room, the trio discussed what had just happened. Carl had found the cure and had already duplicated it five times with his lab equipment. While Carl duplicated the werewolf cure, Gabriel entered the liquid into darts. He would shoot the werewolves and cure them instead of having to carry a syringe; since there only was one syringe.
"So why do you think these werewolves came out in the day?" the friar questioned his brunette friend.
"Well, I suspect that maybe these werewolves can transform at will. So that is why they came out in the day, and that's why they seem to have control over themselves. And that automatically answers why they're in a clan" the bright hunter replied while transferring another duplicate of the cure into a dart.
"Then that means that they are fully aware of the atrocities they commit. Like killing villagers" Frank theorized.
"Yes, it does. So that means..." Van Helsing was cut off by Carl.
"That they are bad people!" the talkative friar exclaimed.
"So they don't deserve to even live" Van Helsing mumbled.
"But still, take this just in case" Carl said, handing his companion Gabriel the dart gun which was now completely full of darts.
"Fine" Van Helsing agreed, taking the dart gun.
"Now..." Carl began.
The small friar went into the bedroom and came back out with a medium-sized map of Germany. He showed it to the monster and the black-haired man. Pointing at a spot in the map with his left index, and holding the map with his right hand.
"This spot right here is a cave close to the town. It's the only possible place for the werewolves to be if they were able to escape so fast" Carl explained.
"So tonight we go to the cave" Frankenstein guessed what Carl was getting at.
"Actually..." the friar mumbled in a cowardly tone, "I was thinking more like you and Van Helsing go only."
Van Helsing sighed and rolled his eyes. Looking back at Carl, who was nervously waiting for him to answer.
"But I was thinking more like I could go alone" Gabriel admitted.
"But..." the Frankenstein monster was cut off by Van Helsing.
"This is just a regular mission. Just a clan of werewolves" Helsing assured.
"Werewolves that can transform at will" Frankie corrected.
"And that are fully aware of what they're doing" Carl added.
Once again the monster hunter sighed.
"It's fine, I assure you everything's okay" he said.
Unconvinced, Carl and Frankie accepted just because neither of them felt like arguing with the stubborn man. After that, Van Helsing returned to his book and read in silence. While Carl continued to examine the antidote just in case, and Frankenstein ate some lunch. Later that day, Van Helsing ate lunch and again went back to reading; and Carl and Frank went sightseeing. As the sun began to set, Van Helsing was sure he would succeed in fighting the werewolves.
And there goes another chapter, now if you'll excuse me; I gotta go take a shower!