A Fight Renewed
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Ch.5
When Van Helsing awoke, it was around two in the afternoon. He looked about and saw that he had fallen asleep on the couch in a rather crooked position. Painfully getting back up, he stretched, cracking bone and vertebrae back into place and undoing the tenseness of his muscles. The hunter looked out of his four story high window and looked down at the busy city streets. Cars and buses flitted slowly by the buildings with the even slower moving traffic.
All of a sudden, a knock at his door broke into Gabriel's thoughts. He was surprised, he never expected anyone, except for maybe the landlord once in awhile. Most of the time, he was used to visits from vengeful demons, pissed off vampires and the like. Going over to his coat rack where he had hung his blue leather one, he withdrew his handgun full of silver bullets and held it at ready. He didn't even bother looking through the peephole as he grabbed the handle, turned it, and quickly threw open the door, pointing his gun at whoever was there.
Before him was a boy in his late teenage years, with a look of sheer surprise and a bit of fear on his face.
"Um…" he started, looking uneasily at the barrel of the gun, almost going cross-eyed, "Mr. Van Helsing?"
The hunter did not yield, "Who the hell are you?"
"T-the Order sent me sir," the boy stammered.
"The Order?" Gabriel repeated, "I don't work for them anymore."
"Ah y-yes," the boy said as he slowly reached into his pocket and produced a small, wrapped piece of paper, "You are now reinstated."
Van Helsing lowered his gun as he took the piece of paper, "What?"
"I like you're plan," the master said as she reclined in her red velvet chair, "But I keep thinking that there is some kind of flaw in it."
"I've been concocting this plan for nearly a hundred and sixteen years," Dracula rasped as he looked at her from his place at the window, "A child like you cannot behold the greatness and flawlessness of a plan like mine."
"A child you say?" the master laughed, "You really have no idea who I am do you?"
"You're nothing more than a vampire that has somehow brought herself higher among everyone else," the ghost told her.
"That and much more," the girl said as she got up and leaned next to the windowpane he was looking out of, "You would think you would've recognized me, but then again, you might not have."
"Why are you talking such nonsense?"
"It would sound like nonsense to anyone else, but not to me. I lived through the horrors that you created for me."
"What?"
"Well, I must say, it is good meeting you for the first time…..father."
"Reinstatement?" Van Helsing asked as he sat down on his couch again.
The young teenager had gathered his small take along bag and came inside of the famous hunter's home, "Uh yes. Cardinal Jinnette's successor found it necessary to do so."
"How did he come to that conclusion, and who is he?" Gabriel asked as he studied the piece of paper.
"His name is Cardinal Louis. He found it necessary because there is a new evil about, one that has taken out many of our other hunters."
"Other hunters?"
"Ones meant to replace you."
"Ah. So what is it? What's killing these people?"
"A very strong vampire named Reana. She's been taking them off the streets, out of their beds. Usually torturing them until they're dead and sending the corpses to Vatican City."
"That's nice."
The boy looked at Van Helsing with a look of horror on his face.
"I was being sarcastic," Gabriel explained.
"Not quite the subject to be making sarcastic remarks don't you think?"
Van Helsing laughed.
"What?" the boy asked.
"Nothing, it's just that you remind of an old friend of mine. He was a friar named Carl."
"I know of him."
"Really?"
"Well I should, considering the fact that he's my grandfather."
Van Helsing looked up in surprise, "Carl the third I presume?"
The boy shook his head, "As much as the name sticks, my mother decided not to carry it on. It's Isan."
"Well that's nice," Van Helsing said as he stood, "Now as much as I've enjoyed this little union, you have to leave."
"What? But why?"
"I quit The Order a long time ago, and I have no intention of working for them again. Tell them thanks but no thanks."
"But-" the boy protested as he was shoved towards the door, "It is your duty! As the left hand of God!"
"I'm not the left hand of God," Van Helsing told him as he pushed the boy out the door, "Not after what I've done."
"Wait!" the teenager protested as he stuck his arm out to prevent the door from closing, "It's because of Anna right?"
Van Helsing stopped.
"Yes, my grandfather told me a long time ago. He said that you felt so guilty of her death, but you have to let it go! Do your duty!"
"It's not my duty any longer to murder people, evil or good. Now goodbye!" and with that, Gabriel slammed the door shut.
He expected to hear some shouting, a few bangs or scuffs from the teenager on the other side, but he heard nothing. Leaning against the door, Van Helsing tried to think about what he just did. He was right to refuse right? Of course, he knew what he was doing, but then again, he was still doing what he used to. Killing creatures of evil intent, saving the innocent, only he wasn't doing under The Order's commands, but what was the difference? Truly, what was he still here to do?
(author's note: So whatcha guys think of the master's true identity as a child of Dracula??? The next chapter will have some backstory on the master so don't worry if you're a wee bit confused. Also, the name of the vampire that kills the Vatican's hunters' is pronounced Ray-ah-naw Good? Please Review!)