A Fight Renewed

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Ch.7

"So," Van Helsing said as soon as they sat down to the small booth table that they were shown too and waited for their food, "Tell me. What are we dealing with and how do I kill it?"

Isan took a couple of gulps of water, his nerves settling after the somewhat terrifying motorcycle ride.

"Alright," he started, "Her name is Reana. She is a very powerful vampire."

"She has a lot of money?"

"Not jus that, physical power as well. She's said to have already beaten the power of Dracula easily with her own. She also has many forces of werewolves and vampires at her aid, willing to die for her."

"And so she's using that power to take out The Order's hunters?" Gabriel inquired.

"Yes, she kidnaps them and tortures them in person. Carving sayings, phrases, and other things in their bodies until death and then mailing them off to be dumped on the steps of Vatican City."

Isan ruffled through his bag for a minute, finally producing a few enlarged pictures and handing them to the hunter, "These are pictures of the latest victims."

Van Helsing studied each one of them carefully. They were gruesome, to say the least, but he paid more attention to the messages that were carved into their stomachs, necks, and backs. Most of them saying, 'A present for you,' but a few others said some unnerving things like: 'Surprise,' 'This one put up a fight,' 'Who's next?' and 'Try Again.'

The hunter put down the photos, "So The Order has come into this matter more so by sending me to become a corpse with writing?"

"Well, you're better than the rest," Isan said as he lowered his voice and leaned in, "You're the Left Hand of God."

Van Helsing looked out the window in thought.

"The Order thinks," Isan continued, "That this vampire, Reana, is killing the hunters to eliminate any room for error."

This caught the hunter's attention.

"We think she may be trying to take over. And think about it, when she's done with every last hunter, their won't be anybody that can defeat her thereafter."

Van Helsing nodded in agreement. If this vampire was as strong as the teenager claimed her to be, than he was truly humanity's last hope to kill her.

After eating and drinking their fill at the small restaurant, Van Helsing and Isan exited it and made way for his bike. The parking lot was near empty, with the exception of the hunter's motorcycle, and very ominous feeling to it because the diner had just closed down.

"Do we have to take your motorcycle again?" Isan half whined.

"Sh!" Van Helsing silenced him with an upraised hand.

"What?"

The hunter strained his ears to hear what he heard before, a small rustle nearby sounded.

"Something's here," Van Helsing slowly said as he pulled out his gun.

Just as he did so, an odd black shape came flying down from the roof of the diner. It made no yell, nor call of fury, instead it simply jumped down onto the pavement. Van Helsing wasted no time in shooting off a few rounds at it.

The creature moved too fast for the hunter to track and was soon behind Isan in a flash. It placed an arm around his neck, threatening to break it.

"Let me go!" the teenager yelled as he clawed frantically at the arm to which was binding his throat.

Van Helsing cocked his gun and aimed it for the creatures' head. When he took his aim, he found that it was a quite beautiful vampire girl. She had a lean face, but it was soft somehow, now it was cautious.

"I just need to talk to you for a moment!" she said, again cautious and wary.

"How do I know I can trust you to not tear my neck out the first chance you get?" the hunter fired back.

"If you haven't noticed, I could've kill this one-" she indicated to Isan, who was still in her grasp, "Ages ago, yet he still lives now."

Van Helsing chewed his lip in thought, she did prove a point. It was not often that you met a vampire that could perform self-restraint on a kill just for the fun of it. Slowly, he lowered his gun.

"Thank you," the vampire said as she released Isan, who stumbled forward and ran behind the hunter cowardly.

"What do you want?" Gabriel asked.

"I wish to make an alliance," the vampire spoke, "I have a lot of information about Reana, and I understand that you are the one sent to kill her."

"You're a vampire," Van Helsing said, "You're selling out to me?"

"Not exactly," the girl spoke with a smirk, "I curse her for making me. I always receive the worse end of her plights and yet I am still with her. It's enough to drive a person mad."

"But not a vampire, evidently."

"Only to make revenge."

"Ah…so that's it then? A plot to get back at your sire?"

"Just about," the vampire said, "Look, I can only be here for a short time before I am missed. Tonight, at one Reana's clubs, another hunter is to be executed. I thought you might want to know."

"What's the name of this club?" Van Helsing asked.

"Dark Dreams. Be there, or it'll be a feasting on the hunter's blood."

And with that, the vampire vanished right before their eyes.

"What the hell was that?" Isan gasped.

"Vampire's ability, they can go very fast to where it appears they vanish," Van Helsing said as he put away his gun and made his way to his motorcycle.

"Where're you going? You don't actually intend to follow that vampire's advice do you?" the teenager spoke, still rubbing at his throat from the memory of the attack not too long ago.

"As farfetched as it sounds, yes," the hunter said as he mounted his motorbike.

"It's not just farfetched, it's insane! It's an obvious trap!" Isan yelled, "I've heard of this club, nothing but vampires are there! You can't go!"

"The more you say I can't, makes me want to go even more Isan, so save your breath. Are you coming or not?"

The teenager let out a sigh of frustration and reluctantly got onto the bike behind Van Helsing.

"Fine, but just to make sure you don't get hurt or anything. I, personally, don't want to go," he said.

"You coming to protect me?" Van Helsing scoffed, "Now that's insane."

And with that, the hunter sped off on the bike into the expanding night.

(Author's note) Okie dokie, now it's getting REALLY started. Oh, and those of you who don't review (and you know who you are) YOU BETTER START!!! Pwease? Anyways, hope you guys liked this chappy, more to come!