A Fight Renewed

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Ch.6

"What nonsense do you talk of?" Dracula said as he recoiled from the girl.

"What's nonsense? That I'm your daughter? Or that you're my father?" the master replied innocently.

"Both," the ghost retorted, "It's impossible, Van Helsing killed all of my children before they even had a chance to truly live."

"Oh, on the contrary," the master said, upholding her right index finger for emotion of catching him on something, "There wouldn't be much of a life for them to live if they didn't die."

"What?"

"I managed to escape Castle Dracula into this world. Somehow I sapped enough power to sustain my body and not explode into little vampire popcorns, so to speak-"

"Don't you dare talk of my children's demise as if it were nothing!"

"What? Like you cared about them?" the master retorted with a grin, "You barely had the hope to care for yourself, much less your children or your brides."

"Lies!" Dracula hissed, "I loved them!"

"Love? You're incapable of love!" the master spat back, "If you truly loved your children, why didn't you go wandering for one survivor of that tragedy, as impossible as it sounds that one would live, you would've still gone out in search of one. Instead, you floated around a vengeful ghost for all eternity."

"Your wrong," the ghost said, "I plotted revenge on Van Helsing because of the loss he had counted upon me, including my brides and children."

"But not for what he did to your children or brides. No, for what he did to you. You couldn't care less about them, but Van Helsing had created a universal inconvenience for you. He took away your means of dominating the world, your earthly body, but not your love, you never had it in the first place," the master concluded, leaving Dracula, somewhat silent for a moment or two.

"A good argument," the ghost said, "So may I inquire as to how you survived all of that?"

The master turned, "As I said, I escaped the castle and took refuge in the forests. Living, feeding, sleeping like the thing I was. Not an animal yet not a vampire. As I kept feeding on animals, and soon the occasional passer by, I grew stronger, forming my body slowly. I would sprout human like fingers, then lose my wings. Finally, as one night I walked into a busy tavern in my deformed state, I killed everyone that was there. Soon I had a fully human looking body."

"Sounds like it was difficult for you."

"Believe me, it was," the master regarded him and then continued, "That was in the early 1920's, during the Great Depression. After that, I soon made my way in the world. Carousing at night, sleeping by day, I soon acquired great wealth and many friends. I turned vampires as I went along and soon built for myself, a great force of otherworldly creatures."

"Hence what you have now," Dracula finished.

"Yes," the master concluded, "No thanks to you."

"You've done well for yourself," the ghost commended, "But why help me? Don't tell me it's because of love."

"No, of course not, that would be preposterous," the master chided, "I want revenge too, for Van Helsing letting me live. I did want revenge on you Dracula, for making me in the first place, but I see Van Helsing beat me to it."

Dracula managed a weak smile, "So it all comes together then."

"So it seems," the master said.

"So might I ask the name my child has procured for herself?" the ghost asked as he turned to her, "Just out of curiosity."

"Reana," the master replied, showing her unusually large canine teeth as she smiled.

Not too long after he had shoved the teenager out of his apartment, Van Helsing got up from his couch and looked at the reinstatement notice. How could it be? After all this time? He thought the deal was permanent. He would leave The Order, and they would pay him everything they owed him from risking his life so many times and vanquishing all of those creatures. Apparently, it was not so.

He had to admit, it didn't surprise him too much that The Order would break their deal, they weren't entirely too known to keep their promises. He couldn't possibly count all the times that he thought he would have a proper holiday, and then was called not two days after it started to go on another mission. Gabriel had been used to it.

Finally coming to his decision, Van Helsing got up off of the couch and got to his jacket. Putting it on, he thought, 'Now it seems just like old times.'

He retrieved his keys and opened the door to his apartment, as he stepped out, he saw the teenager uncomfortably asleep, leaning against the wall next to his door.

Gabriel studied him more closely. Black spiked hair with red highlights on his head, and slightly pale skin. He wore a dark navy blue t-shirt and the same color pants, finishing off with Vans of the same shade. Van Helsing took a guess that the kid liked blue. The teenager must've been no more than nineteen, how could he work so quickly for The Order? But then the hunter thought that his lineage probably had something to do with it. His old friend Carl the friar had started working for The Order when he was sixteen and made quite a name for himself, no doubt this kid would be offered a job so soon.

Gabriel sighed at finding the boy asleep outside his door, but he was glad he didn't leave, if he did, he wouldn't have been able to tell him what he wanted to tell him. He bent down and shook the boy lightly by the shoulder. The kid snapped awake.

"W-what?" he asked, startled.

"Wake up," Van Helsing said as he stood, "I've decided to take up The Order's reinstatement, tell me what you know over something to eat though."

The kid looked a bit bewildered at first, but then nodded as he stood up and picked up his bag, "Where to?"

"Follow me," Van Helsing said as he led him to the underground garage.

When they arrived there, the boy named Isan looked around, "So…where's you're car?"

"No car," Gabriel answered as he went up to his motorcycle.

The boy stopped dead in his tracks.

"What?" Van Helsing asked as he turned to face him.

"Nothing, I just…don't…favor..vehicles that are often hit by cars is all."

"You might not have his name, but you've got a bit of Carl's old emotion in you," Van Helsing said as he mounted the bike, "Hop on."

Isan shouldered his bag again and tentatively got on the bike, almost embarrassingly linking his arms around Van Helsing's stomach, "Now, p-please don't go too fast."

Gabriel had to smile, but the kid couldn't see it, "Of course."

And with that, they took off. Going from 0 to 60 in 4.8 seconds.

"AHHHHHH!!!" Isan yelled as the ride continued, weaving in and out of traffic, "For the love of God slow down!"

But there was no need for Isan's plea, for they were already at a local restaurant that Van Helsing liked, and he was already slowing down.

Isan gasped, "Oh dear Lord above…"

"Oh come on," Gabriel chided as he pulled into a parking spot and turned the engine off, "It wasn't that bad."

"Maybe to you, but certainly not to me!" Isan exclaimed as he wobbly got off the motorbike, nearly toppling it and himself over in the process, "Sorry."

Van Helsing just rolled his eyes slightly as he turned towards the restaurant and walked to the entrance.

"Hey wait!" the teenager yelled ahead as he hurriedly followed.

(Author's note: Okay, now you know the master's name and how she came to be. Kinda gross sounding innit? Anyways, I hope you liked it and be on the lookout for the next chappy, that'll tell you the good stuff! YEEHAW! Now please review! (Twiddles thumbs) I'd really like to know how well I'm doing….HIHO SILVER!!! AWAY!!!)