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ElvenEmma:Ok I came up with a name vikroff and after writing this realised that I had subconsciously stolen it from somewhere. However I decided to use it anyway since it was a good name.
Lxg: Moonlit strolls in the forest.
By elven emma
When the League arrived in the village, they were met by what looked like every occupant in it. 'What's with the welcome party?' asked Skinner.
'Welcome party? I don't feel very welcome.' said Sawyer. The League carried on walking to the centre of the village where they could go no further, as people surrounded them, all staring at them and holding various objects such as spades or large forks in a threatening way. A voice spoke out from the crowd.
'We are very suspicious of strangers, as you can see.' A man came forwards and walked in to the circle that had been created around the League. He was fairly tall and handsome. His jet-black hair was untidy but his clothing was different to anyone else's, setting him apart. 'My name is David Vikroff. I ask you to please hand in any weapons you carry.' At this Jekyll and Skinner didn't seem to mind, as they were the only ones without weapons. The others however moved their hands to the handles of any guns or knifes they carried. 'You will not obey our laws?'
'We are here on business,' said Mina clearly and confidently. 'We have come to rid you of the terror in Castle Dracula.' Everyone around the league laughed cruelly.
'For one thing,' Vikroff relied. 'Dracula is dead. He was destroyed years ago. Also, Dracula's castle has been hidden away from mortals for hundreds of years.'
'Well then obviously you do not know the thing that lives there now. A thing that not too long ago was as mortal and human as you. We also know how to find the entrance to Dracula's castle.' Vikroff thought on this.
'Would this thing harm us?'
'Most definitely.' said Nemo calmly.
'Then how come it has not harmed anyone of us yet?'
' 'cause he doesn't want to bring attention to himself.' said Sawyer. Vikroff walked up to Sawyer until their noses were inches away from each other.
'There is only one thing that we fear. The werewolf.' It looked as if Sawyer and Vikroff were locked in a staring contest. Thinking that the conversation was over, the crowd dispersed and the villagers went back to work or to home. Vikroff broke off his stare with Sawyer. 'If you wish to stay there is an inn at the top of the hill. If you are right about this terror and believe you can stop it then I will not stand in your way. If you are simple travellers then I suggest you leave before a horrible fate befalls you. However if you are here for other reasons then I warn you that I am very good at protecting this land and my people.' Vikroff walked quickly away, leaving the League alone.
'What was that all about?' asked Helen.
'He was nervous about something.' said Jekyll.
'Really, well he seemed very confident to me.' said Skinner in a slightly harsh tone, not particularly liking the way that they had been treated.
'No, it seemed as if he was hiding something.'
'I know what you mean,' said Helen, 'there was something about him but I can't put my finger on it.' She put her head down and stared in to space, thinking hard at what it was that she had sensed about him.
'Hey what did you mean by "We know how to find the entrance"? We know nothing about the entrance.' said Sawyer.
'Yes, but we know someone who does.' said Mina. 'Tonight we will go back to the forest and look for Van Helsing.'
'But we just arrived!' complained Skinner.
'Perhaps it would be best if some of us stayed behind,' said Nemo, 'and look out for this werewolf they are so afraid of.'
'All right then,' said Mina, 'who's coming with me to find Van Helsing?'
'Well I suppose I should come too.' said Helen, 'The werewolf could be in the forest somewhere and you need someone with good hearing and quick reflexes.'
Sawyer put his gun on his shoulder and grinned. 'Shooting silver bullets in the dark is my speciality.'
'So the rest of you are staying here then?' asked Mina.
'Yes,' said Jekyll, 'I could do with a rest and a drink.'
'A drink? Great idea.' said Skinner.
The League stayed at the inn and Helen, Mina and Sawyer waited for nighttime, the mostly likely time to find Van Helsing out Werewolf hunting. They watched as the full moon, ('which can't be a good thing.' said Skinner.) rise in the sky. At midnight they made their move.
As they moved further in to the woods, Sawyer began loading his gun with silver bullets that he had bought from a man in the inn. Mina was sceptical at whether they were real silver but they were all he had. Suddenly Helen came to a halt but the other two kept moving. She heard a mumbling, a scared voice. It was somewhere in front of her and it was moving. The owner of the voice was going to collide with Sawyer. And sure enough, a short man in a hooded cloak bumped in to Sawyer, sending bullets flying. Helen ran towards them and saw that this man was a monk or friar of some sort. 'Oh I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there. What are you doing in this forest at this time of night?' he said as if he was telling them off for their stupidity.
'We are looking for Van Helsing.' said Helen and to their surprise he answered,
'So am I. One minute we were there together and I was telling him how I wanted to get out of this wretched place and the next minute he's vanished, chasing after the...' A loud howling in the distance interrupted the man. He became slightly panicky and shook the nearest persons hand as he said, 'I'm Carl by the way. Are you sure you still want to look for Van Helsing?'
'Positive.' said Mina firmly. They began walking quickly towards the direction of the howl and soon broke out in to a run, Carl dragging along behind. They stopped when they saw the scene.
Van Helsing was pointing a gun at a large Lupine creature. This was the Werewolf. But instead of attacking it just stood their looking as if it was in pain. It reminded Helen of something, of when she was fighting the dragon sprit. It looked as if there were two minds in the creature's body fighting for control. A woman with long, curly brown hair and clothes that were not too different from Vikroff's. Strangely she was fighting to get past Van Helsing but held her behind him, safely away from the werewolf. The werewolf gave a shake of its head and let out a growl. It then leapt towards Van Helsing and the woman and a shot echoed between the trees. The werewolf fell to the ground, quite a distance from Van Helsing. The Werewolf began to shrink and take on a human form. The woman let out a screaming cry and ran towards the body on the ground. The four that had watched the scene finally entered in to it. They ran towards the body to see who it was. It was none other than Vikroff. He blinked and looked at the woman's tear stained face and the other saddened faces watching him. He spoke with a weak voice. 'I told you that we were scared of the werewolf, none more so than me. My wife,' he said to the crying woman, 'do not cry. I am glad that I was stopped before others were hurt. I want you to help these people, I believe they wish to rid Dracula's castle of another terror. Van Helsing,' Van Helsing looked up at the dying man for the first time, 'Thank you.' At that moment he died and the woman wept more loudly than before. After a couple of minutes the lady Vikroff stood up and ran at Van Helsing, pushing him, shoving and thumping him in the shoulder. She screamed so loudly that they were scared she would wake everyone in the far off village.
'You! How dare you! He could have been saved! He was fighting it! Why did you kill him? He was fighting.' At the last sentence she broke down in to another cry. Van Helsing seem saddened but nothing more, it seemed he was used to this kind of thing. The others looked down at the limp body. Helen however took an interest in Mrs Vikroff.
'You said he was fighting it.' She turned around to look at Helen. 'Is this true?' Vikroff seemed happy that she actually seemed to have some belief in her.
'Yes. It is possible to fight the urges and to control yourself while in the werewolf state. I know.' She said meaningfully.
Van Helsing seemed to get slightly angry. 'There is no control over the werewolf. You can't stop it! I know you are upset for your husband but how do you know there was any chance of taking control?'
'Because I can.' said Vikroff.
'What? That's not...'
'It's the truth Van Helsing.' Helen interrupted. 'The dragon spirit once took control over me and I took it back. When I saw him struggling before it reminded me of that day. He was fighting it like I had.'
'So does this mean you're a werewolf?' asked Sawyer, walking up to her.
'Yes,' she replied shamefully, 'but as you can see there is a full moon and am not in the werewolf state.'
'This doesn't prove anything.' said Van Helsing.
'I can prove it.' Vikroff spat out. She walked past Van Helsing to give herself room. They watched on as she changed. Her face lengthened in to a snout. Her skin began to come away to reveal fur underneath. Her feet grew larger and more dog like. Her fingernails became claws and her eyes turned an icy blue. The full moon reflected in her eyes. Carl let out a small 'oh my.' Van Helsing reached for his gun but soon put it away again as the werewolf sat like an obedient dog. The werewolf began to shrink and Vikroff soon became herself again.
Helen walked over to Van Helsing who looked dumbstruck and whispered in his ear. 'How's it feel to be wrong again?' After this Helen didn't seem so angry with him anymore, satisfied with him being proven wrong.
Van Helsing apologised sincerely to Vikroff. She forgave him, agreeing that her husband was finding it hard to fight it and would probably have hurt too many people before taking control. Van Helsing asked her if she would join him in helping the League. She quickly agreed, reminding herself of her dying husbands last words.
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ElvenEmma:Ok I came up with a name vikroff and after writing this realised that I had subconsciously stolen it from somewhere. However I decided to use it anyway since it was a good name.
Lxg: Moonlit strolls in the forest.
By elven emma
When the League arrived in the village, they were met by what looked like every occupant in it. 'What's with the welcome party?' asked Skinner.
'Welcome party? I don't feel very welcome.' said Sawyer. The League carried on walking to the centre of the village where they could go no further, as people surrounded them, all staring at them and holding various objects such as spades or large forks in a threatening way. A voice spoke out from the crowd.
'We are very suspicious of strangers, as you can see.' A man came forwards and walked in to the circle that had been created around the League. He was fairly tall and handsome. His jet-black hair was untidy but his clothing was different to anyone else's, setting him apart. 'My name is David Vikroff. I ask you to please hand in any weapons you carry.' At this Jekyll and Skinner didn't seem to mind, as they were the only ones without weapons. The others however moved their hands to the handles of any guns or knifes they carried. 'You will not obey our laws?'
'We are here on business,' said Mina clearly and confidently. 'We have come to rid you of the terror in Castle Dracula.' Everyone around the league laughed cruelly.
'For one thing,' Vikroff relied. 'Dracula is dead. He was destroyed years ago. Also, Dracula's castle has been hidden away from mortals for hundreds of years.'
'Well then obviously you do not know the thing that lives there now. A thing that not too long ago was as mortal and human as you. We also know how to find the entrance to Dracula's castle.' Vikroff thought on this.
'Would this thing harm us?'
'Most definitely.' said Nemo calmly.
'Then how come it has not harmed anyone of us yet?'
' 'cause he doesn't want to bring attention to himself.' said Sawyer. Vikroff walked up to Sawyer until their noses were inches away from each other.
'There is only one thing that we fear. The werewolf.' It looked as if Sawyer and Vikroff were locked in a staring contest. Thinking that the conversation was over, the crowd dispersed and the villagers went back to work or to home. Vikroff broke off his stare with Sawyer. 'If you wish to stay there is an inn at the top of the hill. If you are right about this terror and believe you can stop it then I will not stand in your way. If you are simple travellers then I suggest you leave before a horrible fate befalls you. However if you are here for other reasons then I warn you that I am very good at protecting this land and my people.' Vikroff walked quickly away, leaving the League alone.
'What was that all about?' asked Helen.
'He was nervous about something.' said Jekyll.
'Really, well he seemed very confident to me.' said Skinner in a slightly harsh tone, not particularly liking the way that they had been treated.
'No, it seemed as if he was hiding something.'
'I know what you mean,' said Helen, 'there was something about him but I can't put my finger on it.' She put her head down and stared in to space, thinking hard at what it was that she had sensed about him.
'Hey what did you mean by "We know how to find the entrance"? We know nothing about the entrance.' said Sawyer.
'Yes, but we know someone who does.' said Mina. 'Tonight we will go back to the forest and look for Van Helsing.'
'But we just arrived!' complained Skinner.
'Perhaps it would be best if some of us stayed behind,' said Nemo, 'and look out for this werewolf they are so afraid of.'
'All right then,' said Mina, 'who's coming with me to find Van Helsing?'
'Well I suppose I should come too.' said Helen, 'The werewolf could be in the forest somewhere and you need someone with good hearing and quick reflexes.'
Sawyer put his gun on his shoulder and grinned. 'Shooting silver bullets in the dark is my speciality.'
'So the rest of you are staying here then?' asked Mina.
'Yes,' said Jekyll, 'I could do with a rest and a drink.'
'A drink? Great idea.' said Skinner.
The League stayed at the inn and Helen, Mina and Sawyer waited for nighttime, the mostly likely time to find Van Helsing out Werewolf hunting. They watched as the full moon, ('which can't be a good thing.' said Skinner.) rise in the sky. At midnight they made their move.
As they moved further in to the woods, Sawyer began loading his gun with silver bullets that he had bought from a man in the inn. Mina was sceptical at whether they were real silver but they were all he had. Suddenly Helen came to a halt but the other two kept moving. She heard a mumbling, a scared voice. It was somewhere in front of her and it was moving. The owner of the voice was going to collide with Sawyer. And sure enough, a short man in a hooded cloak bumped in to Sawyer, sending bullets flying. Helen ran towards them and saw that this man was a monk or friar of some sort. 'Oh I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there. What are you doing in this forest at this time of night?' he said as if he was telling them off for their stupidity.
'We are looking for Van Helsing.' said Helen and to their surprise he answered,
'So am I. One minute we were there together and I was telling him how I wanted to get out of this wretched place and the next minute he's vanished, chasing after the...' A loud howling in the distance interrupted the man. He became slightly panicky and shook the nearest persons hand as he said, 'I'm Carl by the way. Are you sure you still want to look for Van Helsing?'
'Positive.' said Mina firmly. They began walking quickly towards the direction of the howl and soon broke out in to a run, Carl dragging along behind. They stopped when they saw the scene.
Van Helsing was pointing a gun at a large Lupine creature. This was the Werewolf. But instead of attacking it just stood their looking as if it was in pain. It reminded Helen of something, of when she was fighting the dragon sprit. It looked as if there were two minds in the creature's body fighting for control. A woman with long, curly brown hair and clothes that were not too different from Vikroff's. Strangely she was fighting to get past Van Helsing but held her behind him, safely away from the werewolf. The werewolf gave a shake of its head and let out a growl. It then leapt towards Van Helsing and the woman and a shot echoed between the trees. The werewolf fell to the ground, quite a distance from Van Helsing. The Werewolf began to shrink and take on a human form. The woman let out a screaming cry and ran towards the body on the ground. The four that had watched the scene finally entered in to it. They ran towards the body to see who it was. It was none other than Vikroff. He blinked and looked at the woman's tear stained face and the other saddened faces watching him. He spoke with a weak voice. 'I told you that we were scared of the werewolf, none more so than me. My wife,' he said to the crying woman, 'do not cry. I am glad that I was stopped before others were hurt. I want you to help these people, I believe they wish to rid Dracula's castle of another terror. Van Helsing,' Van Helsing looked up at the dying man for the first time, 'Thank you.' At that moment he died and the woman wept more loudly than before. After a couple of minutes the lady Vikroff stood up and ran at Van Helsing, pushing him, shoving and thumping him in the shoulder. She screamed so loudly that they were scared she would wake everyone in the far off village.
'You! How dare you! He could have been saved! He was fighting it! Why did you kill him? He was fighting.' At the last sentence she broke down in to another cry. Van Helsing seem saddened but nothing more, it seemed he was used to this kind of thing. The others looked down at the limp body. Helen however took an interest in Mrs Vikroff.
'You said he was fighting it.' She turned around to look at Helen. 'Is this true?' Vikroff seemed happy that she actually seemed to have some belief in her.
'Yes. It is possible to fight the urges and to control yourself while in the werewolf state. I know.' She said meaningfully.
Van Helsing seemed to get slightly angry. 'There is no control over the werewolf. You can't stop it! I know you are upset for your husband but how do you know there was any chance of taking control?'
'Because I can.' said Vikroff.
'What? That's not...'
'It's the truth Van Helsing.' Helen interrupted. 'The dragon spirit once took control over me and I took it back. When I saw him struggling before it reminded me of that day. He was fighting it like I had.'
'So does this mean you're a werewolf?' asked Sawyer, walking up to her.
'Yes,' she replied shamefully, 'but as you can see there is a full moon and am not in the werewolf state.'
'This doesn't prove anything.' said Van Helsing.
'I can prove it.' Vikroff spat out. She walked past Van Helsing to give herself room. They watched on as she changed. Her face lengthened in to a snout. Her skin began to come away to reveal fur underneath. Her feet grew larger and more dog like. Her fingernails became claws and her eyes turned an icy blue. The full moon reflected in her eyes. Carl let out a small 'oh my.' Van Helsing reached for his gun but soon put it away again as the werewolf sat like an obedient dog. The werewolf began to shrink and Vikroff soon became herself again.
Helen walked over to Van Helsing who looked dumbstruck and whispered in his ear. 'How's it feel to be wrong again?' After this Helen didn't seem so angry with him anymore, satisfied with him being proven wrong.
Van Helsing apologised sincerely to Vikroff. She forgave him, agreeing that her husband was finding it hard to fight it and would probably have hurt too many people before taking control. Van Helsing asked her if she would join him in helping the League. She quickly agreed, reminding herself of her dying husbands last words.
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