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!!

(Author's note) Okay, thanks to you people's to waiting for me to update. I just came back from vacation so I've gotta pop out chapters like crazy y'know? Anyways, I will update soon enough and get back on track, but thanks again for waiting!

Ch.8

As the motorcycle sped on and on, further into the enveloping darkness and seemingly eating away at the pavement, Van Helsing was deep in thought.

'There's a lot of vampires in a single club,' he thought, 'Why did I trust that girl? I couldn't pick up on any evil, yet it was kind of foolish for me to act so quickly….'

After about twenty minutes of driving and directions from Isan, they finally came within a quarter of a mile of the club. At a glance, it looked as if any normal club might, but at a much closer scrutiny, one would notice the many bloodstains on the side walls and a lack of windows anywhere on the structure.

"We should pull in around the back," Isan said, "We'd be less likely to be seen."

"Ah, but there's no entrance," Van Helsing replied.

"Oh, guess we can't get in then. Time to turn back-"

"Not so fast," Van Helsing said as he looked at a different vampire who was staggering out of the building, "Isan, I need you to do something for me."

Isan looked at the hunter, "I'm not going to like this am I?"

A drunk vampire staggered out of the club he was in. It was so wild in there that he was dizzy and ready to keel over from the alcohol in the blood he had consumed. He kept walking waveringly towards his car, but he heard something faint in the distance behind him. A faint cry, what was it?

"Help!" it sounded from the back of the club, he faintly heard it over all of the music from the inside, "Help!"

Smiling, and eager for some fresher blood than what he had tasted in the club's bar, the vampire walked over to the backside of the structure. There, he spotted a teenage boy leaning against the wall and breathing heavily. His left hand had been slit open by something and the scent of his blood filled the vampire's nostrils.

"H-help me," the kid said weakly.

Unable to help himself, the vampire lunged forward and grabbed the kid by the neck. His fangs emerged from his mouth and elongated themselves. He was ready to sink his teeth in when he felt a very hard hit across the back of his head, and then, blackness.

"God!" Isan choked as the vampire let go of him and collapsed against the ground unconscious.

Van Helsing was already disrobing the poor drunken nosferatu, "Oh, it wasn't that bad. He didn't do anything to you."

"I'll be damned, he nearly killed me!" Isan declared, rubbing his throat for it had been the second time someone had tried to strangle him in the same night, "What are you doing?"

"Vampires can track humans by scent," Van Helsing informed his young friend, "With this vampire's clothes on, they won't know I'm human."

"And what about me?" the teenager said as he wrapped up his hand with a handkerchief he had.

Gabriel merely looked up at him and smiled.

"Oh no," Isan said as he fiercely shook his head, "No, no way, count me out. No."

Ten Minutes Later….

"I can't believe this…." Isan whined as Van Helsing gripped the back of his neck as they walked.

"Just be quiet," the hunter told him, now garbed in the vampire's attire of low and loose fitting black jeans, a white tank top, black Dr. Martins, and a black denim, ill fitting jacket that draped on the hunter. He also sported the vampire's sunglasses to cover his human eyes to avoid the vampires around him finding out who he was.

They approached the singular bouncer at the entrance of the busy club and came to a stop.

"Let me in," Van Helsing spoke in a slightly different accented voice.

"No humans allowed," the bouncer said and for a fleeting moment, Van Helsing thought he was found out, but then the vampire pointed to Isan.

"Oh," the hunter said as he held forth Isan, "This is just a meal for my friends inside. Don't worry, he's harmless."

"Hey!" the teenager went for a snippy remark, but the hunter just gripped his neck harder, making him flinch and settle for a mumbled curse.

The bouncer looked at Isan, then nodded and undid the red rope that cordoned off the entrance from outsiders, "Alright."

Van Helsing nodded with a smile on his face and tugged Isan in with him.

As soon as they were out of range from the vampire at the exit, Gabriel pushed the teenager away from the crowd and took off his jacket.

"Okay, what now?" the teenager asked him.

"Now," the hunter told him as he handed him his jacket, "Put this on, the scent will rub off on you. Keep a lookout for me."

"What?!" Isan yelled over the din of the music, "After all my help, all I get to do is sit here?!"

"Deal with it," Van Helsing told him as he set off into the writhing, dancing crowd.

"God dammit…" the teenager cursed soundlessly in over the din of the music.

Authors' note: Okay, kinda of a snappy ending here, but I still gotta brainstorm on the next chappy cause I have NO idea how to do it. Reviews are always appreciated!!!