A Fight Renewed
Disclaimer: I do not own any of Bram Stoker's characters or any plot lines, stories, etc,. of Steven Sommers (the nice man that directed and wrote Van Helsing for our viewing pleasure!) I just own the independent characters' names, but not what they have to do in the fic. Screw it, way too complicated. I don't own anything except for the crap that I make up! So don't steal and don't sue and everybody's happy!! Thank you!!
Ch.2
Van Helsing rode out from the underground garage he kept his bike in at a fairly fast speed. Going out into the street, looking for nothing in particular as the wind whipped through his hair and onto his face. He wanted a release from it all, his existence that never ended, as far as he was concerned, he was sick of it all.
He thought that leaving the Order would give him reprieve from all the lives he had taken over the years, but one especially kept coming back to him.
Dracula.
Out of all the time that had passed since the notorious vampire's death, the memory of it had somehow plagued Van Helsing. It kept on eating away at him, and most of all, putting a fear in him. Making him scared out of his mind every time he looked upon the dreadfully white face in his dreams, and terrifying him every time he even thought about it.
Suddenly, Gabriel heard a howl sound over all of the din that the cars around him and his motorcycle made. It was over to his right somewhere.
Without wasting further time, Van Helsing veered quickly into a right turn and sped into an alley that a second howl sounded from. Halting his motorcycle with a swerve and screech, he looked down into the alley.
Two werewolves were terrorizing a single young girl in the light of the full moon.
Pulling out a handgun full of silver bullets from a side latch on his motorcycle, Van Helsing cocked it and stepped onto the gravel.
"Hey!" he yelled to the two werewolves and they turned to him suddenly, "Mind if I join the party?"
The two creatures snarled in fury and charged towards him. Dodging to the right, he avoided the first and it went skidding past him, but wasn't able to move fast enough before the second tackled him, sending his gun clattering to the side.
Van Helsing struggled to keep the werewolf's sharp teeth away from him, using all of his strength to keep the creature at bay. Seeing that the other werewolf was up and ready to lunge for him as well, Gabriel withdrew a small silver stake from his sleeve and stabbed the one that was currently trying to kill him in the heart. It howled in pain and fell over to his right side, transforming back into the human it was.
The second werewolf lunged for him now at a breakneck speed. Van Helsing jumped to his left and narrowly avoided a second tackle from the beast as it went skidding to a stop. He eyed his gun that sat a few feet away on the gravel, the creature seemed to grasp upon what the hunters' intent was and climbed onto the adjoining brick wall, making it easier for him to lunge at his prey should he make a move for the weapon.
Gabriel readied himself, not tensing, but becoming more aware. He looked into the wolfs' eyes and saw the flicker of tenseness and rage. Then he moved for his gun.
The werewolf reacted with twice his speed and jumped down from his position on the wall. Van Helsing was only inches from his gun before a huge paw came swiping down on his right arm. Sparks of pain shot into his arm as the claws slashed into his flesh, but Gabriel still grasped his gun firmly in hand and raised it.
He took aim to its' heart just as it leapt for the kill and fired. A deafening shot rang out in the dark alley and then an eerie silence overcame it all. Van Helsing still stood upright, as the werewolf fell limply to the ground with a gurgle of death, then transformed back into the human it once was.
Holding his bleeding arm, he turned back to the girl who had been witnessing the whole thing and was now cowering in the corner. She had her hands over her head, as if something was to fall on top of her and was quivering in fear.
"It's alright," Van Helsing said as he slowly approached her like a stray dog.
The girl remained where she was.
"I'm here to help," he told her, now halfway through the distance between him and her.
The girl still shook in terror.
Gabriel finally reached her and kneeled down beside the quivering girl.
"It's okay," he said, looking at her fearful face.
"A-are they dead?" the girl spoke for the first time, looking off in the direction of the dead werewolves.
Van Helsing nodded his head, "Yes, they cannot hurt you anymore."
The girl took on a solemn silence, one that seemed to be a bit scary in itself.
"Are you alright?" Gabriel asked her.
"My master will be very displeased," was all the young girl said before her canines sprouted more so from her mouth and she hissed at him.
Van Helsing fell back in surprise, but at the same time, reaching for his gun. The child vampire hissed and screamed at him as she turned away and started climbing up the alley wall. The hunter let out a few rounds of silver at her, but she was too fast for his now sluggish aim from his injury. He watched in anger as the vampire reached the top of the wall, hopped over it, and disappeared from view.
"Bloody half-breeds," Gabriel muttered in frustration. Recently, he had been taking out as many werewolves or half-breed vampires as he could, angering many. The whole thing had probably been staged, but for what reason? To get back at him? Or maybe it wasn't staged?
Shaking his head of these questions, Van Helsing stood up from the ground and, brushing off some gravel and holding his right arm, started for his motorcycle. He could probably not get anymore sleep at this point anymore.
Author's note: Hey readers! I'm making the chapters kinda sorta short so's it can build to the CLIMAX! (sorry, over enthusiastic) Anyways, lemme know whatcha think!