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After a little while, Dracula's attacks finally ceased. Breathing heavily, Van Helsing looked up into the vampires pale face, where a satisfied smirk was plastered.
"Have you given up yet Gabriel?" said Dracula. "You have no chance of beating me."
Van Helsing winced visibly as another stab of pain raced through his chest. Blood seeped over his hand and collected into a small puddle underneath him. His sword lay forgotten on the floor beside him. His free hand was deep inside his coat, as though he was franticly searching for something...but couldn't find it. And he was running out of time.
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Behind the two fighters, Carl, Angel, and Spike were also trying to think of possible ways to kill Dracula. They were also trying to think of possible ways to keep Carl from dying. But then again, you get a knife stuck in your shoulder and try to live it through.
"There's gotta be something we can do." said Angel.
Carl groaned from his position on the floor.
"There's no use." he muttered. "Van Helsing would never accept any of our help in this fight. It's between him and Dracula...and like last time, he'll finish it on his own."
"But what if Dracula finishes him?" piped up Spike.
Carl stared at him.
"Do you always think this negatively?"
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Van Helsing's fingers groped blindly through his coat, until they landed upon what he was looking for. Unknown to Dracula, or to anybody else, he slipped the object into his pocket and opened the top, spilling the contents inside.
Dracula raised his sword and placed it against Van Helsing's neck.
"Any last words, Van Helsing?"
Van Helsing ground his teeth in pain.
"Yup."
"Oh...and what would that be?"
Van Helsing silently prayed that his idea would work.
"Think fast."
Then, he whipped out his cross and chucked it directly at Dracula's heart. It hit it's target and buried itself there. Dracula screamed in pain, and just as he locked his eyes on Van Helsing's for a split second, he burst into flame.
Van Helsing smiled and fell to the floor in exhaustion.
"Thank God."
And then, he fell unconscious.
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When Van Helsing woke up, Carl was leaning over him with a worried look on his face.
"AAAAAAAAAAAH!"
The two of them yelled at the same time. Carl leapt backwards and nearly fell over a chair, while Van Helsing nearly fell off the couch he was currently lying on. Angel and Spike came running down the stairs and into the room.
"What's going on?" cried Angel looking at them both.
Van Helsing pointed at Carl.
"His fault."
"Hello, you've been out cold for two days...I was worried."
Van Helsing gave a small smile.
"Well, sorry to keep you waiting then." He eyed Carl's shoulder. "How's your shoulder?"
"It's alright. Sore...but alright."
Van Helsing smiled. Carl had to grin as well.
"Aww...such a happy reunion!" drawled Spike, leaning on Angel who was giving him a look that clearly read 'Get the hell off me...or die'.
"You just love to ruin nice moments...don't you Spike?' asked Carl.
"It's a bad habit."
"One we're really trying hard to break." added Angel with a grin.
A few hours later they were back on the couches talking about Van Helsing's fight against Dracula.
"So how exactly did you kill him?" asked Angel. The others looked up as well.
"I had that cross in my pocket and the Holy Water Carl gave me in my coat." started Van Helsling. "I just drenched the cross in the water and threw it...I was just going on luck. I didn't really think it would work."
Carl's jaw dropped.
"You were risking our lives on LUCK?"
Van Helsing shrugged.
"Well it worked."
"But what if it didn't...and Dracula was still here."
"Then we'd all be in Hell."
Angel sighed.
"It's not really all that bad."
Everyone looked at him in awe.
"Never mind."
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A few weeks later, Van Helsing and Carl were getting ready to go back to Rome. They were standing on the docks with Angel and Spike, waiting for the boat to pull in.
As soon as it did, the people started to pour onto the ship.
"Well, I guess this is it." said Carl after a while.
"Yep." agreed Spike with a nod.
There was one of those awkward and very annoying silences.
"It was fun, while it lasted." added Van Helsing.
"Well, hey...if Dracula comes back here...we could give you a call and do it again." joked Angel.
"I'll take you up on that."
"HEY!" cried Carl. "No more ghouls...OK?"
They all grinned.
Then Van Helsing and Carl turned and walked onto the ship.
As it pulled into the ocean, Carl turned to Van Helsing It's finally over."
"Well, I doubt it's over...because he could always come back. But right now it is."
Carl nodded and stared back at the darkening shore.
"You think we could come back sometime...just for a visit?"
"When we grow too old for this job...then sure."
Carl grinned at Van Helsing, who smiled back.
"C'mon, let's go home."
And silently, the two friends headed back to Rome. Ready for whatever new adventures awaited them.
THE END
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It's a sucky ending...but it was a good story right? Maybe I'll do another Van Helsing story. Not a sequel...but just another one. I'm liking these fics.
Special thanks to: Kara, Verona Dracula, Fanfiction fanatic, Chasten-chan, BoBi, Spike's Girl Luna Ash, Artemis1860, Bex, Destiny's Dragon, and Legolasfan91.
Thanks to all of you, for reading and reviewing each time and putting up with me. I hope you all stay tuned for my next Van Helsing story...when I eventually do one.
Cya around!
Hiei-Rulez
UPDATE!!!
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After a little while, Dracula's attacks finally ceased. Breathing heavily, Van Helsing looked up into the vampires pale face, where a satisfied smirk was plastered.
"Have you given up yet Gabriel?" said Dracula. "You have no chance of beating me."
Van Helsing winced visibly as another stab of pain raced through his chest. Blood seeped over his hand and collected into a small puddle underneath him. His sword lay forgotten on the floor beside him. His free hand was deep inside his coat, as though he was franticly searching for something...but couldn't find it. And he was running out of time.
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Behind the two fighters, Carl, Angel, and Spike were also trying to think of possible ways to kill Dracula. They were also trying to think of possible ways to keep Carl from dying. But then again, you get a knife stuck in your shoulder and try to live it through.
"There's gotta be something we can do." said Angel.
Carl groaned from his position on the floor.
"There's no use." he muttered. "Van Helsing would never accept any of our help in this fight. It's between him and Dracula...and like last time, he'll finish it on his own."
"But what if Dracula finishes him?" piped up Spike.
Carl stared at him.
"Do you always think this negatively?"
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Van Helsing's fingers groped blindly through his coat, until they landed upon what he was looking for. Unknown to Dracula, or to anybody else, he slipped the object into his pocket and opened the top, spilling the contents inside.
Dracula raised his sword and placed it against Van Helsing's neck.
"Any last words, Van Helsing?"
Van Helsing ground his teeth in pain.
"Yup."
"Oh...and what would that be?"
Van Helsing silently prayed that his idea would work.
"Think fast."
Then, he whipped out his cross and chucked it directly at Dracula's heart. It hit it's target and buried itself there. Dracula screamed in pain, and just as he locked his eyes on Van Helsing's for a split second, he burst into flame.
Van Helsing smiled and fell to the floor in exhaustion.
"Thank God."
And then, he fell unconscious.
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When Van Helsing woke up, Carl was leaning over him with a worried look on his face.
"AAAAAAAAAAAH!"
The two of them yelled at the same time. Carl leapt backwards and nearly fell over a chair, while Van Helsing nearly fell off the couch he was currently lying on. Angel and Spike came running down the stairs and into the room.
"What's going on?" cried Angel looking at them both.
Van Helsing pointed at Carl.
"His fault."
"Hello, you've been out cold for two days...I was worried."
Van Helsing gave a small smile.
"Well, sorry to keep you waiting then." He eyed Carl's shoulder. "How's your shoulder?"
"It's alright. Sore...but alright."
Van Helsing smiled. Carl had to grin as well.
"Aww...such a happy reunion!" drawled Spike, leaning on Angel who was giving him a look that clearly read 'Get the hell off me...or die'.
"You just love to ruin nice moments...don't you Spike?' asked Carl.
"It's a bad habit."
"One we're really trying hard to break." added Angel with a grin.
A few hours later they were back on the couches talking about Van Helsing's fight against Dracula.
"So how exactly did you kill him?" asked Angel. The others looked up as well.
"I had that cross in my pocket and the Holy Water Carl gave me in my coat." started Van Helsling. "I just drenched the cross in the water and threw it...I was just going on luck. I didn't really think it would work."
Carl's jaw dropped.
"You were risking our lives on LUCK?"
Van Helsing shrugged.
"Well it worked."
"But what if it didn't...and Dracula was still here."
"Then we'd all be in Hell."
Angel sighed.
"It's not really all that bad."
Everyone looked at him in awe.
"Never mind."
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A few weeks later, Van Helsing and Carl were getting ready to go back to Rome. They were standing on the docks with Angel and Spike, waiting for the boat to pull in.
As soon as it did, the people started to pour onto the ship.
"Well, I guess this is it." said Carl after a while.
"Yep." agreed Spike with a nod.
There was one of those awkward and very annoying silences.
"It was fun, while it lasted." added Van Helsing.
"Well, hey...if Dracula comes back here...we could give you a call and do it again." joked Angel.
"I'll take you up on that."
"HEY!" cried Carl. "No more ghouls...OK?"
They all grinned.
Then Van Helsing and Carl turned and walked onto the ship.
As it pulled into the ocean, Carl turned to Van Helsing It's finally over."
"Well, I doubt it's over...because he could always come back. But right now it is."
Carl nodded and stared back at the darkening shore.
"You think we could come back sometime...just for a visit?"
"When we grow too old for this job...then sure."
Carl grinned at Van Helsing, who smiled back.
"C'mon, let's go home."
And silently, the two friends headed back to Rome. Ready for whatever new adventures awaited them.
THE END
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It's a sucky ending...but it was a good story right? Maybe I'll do another Van Helsing story. Not a sequel...but just another one. I'm liking these fics.
Special thanks to: Kara, Verona Dracula, Fanfiction fanatic, Chasten-chan, BoBi, Spike's Girl Luna Ash, Artemis1860, Bex, Destiny's Dragon, and Legolasfan91.
Thanks to all of you, for reading and reviewing each time and putting up with me. I hope you all stay tuned for my next Van Helsing story...when I eventually do one.
Cya around!
Hiei-Rulez