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Chapter 2: Dratama
As Gabriel walked into the dimly lit church, a nearby monk gave him a strange look.
"You new?" Gabriel demanded. The poor new monk recoiled in fear. He had joined this church a few months ago and nothing like this ever happened to him before. Sure, he met some weird looking men and women, but none of them had guns, swords and cross bows strapped around them like this dangerous looking man.
"Y-y-yes s-s-ir," the terrified monk stammered.
"The name's Gabriel Van Helsing," Gabriel grinned and winked at the monk before walked into the small confession room (A/N: just think of when Van Helsing walked into the church and talked to the priest after killing Mr. Hyde.). The poor monk was both terrified and confused of Van Helsing's wink and grin. Inside the confession room, Gabriel kneeled down and did the sign of the cross, as the priest on the other side slid the little screen open.
"So you are back, Gabriel Van Helsing," Cardinal Jinette said, "don't you have to say anything about your sins?"
"No."
"And why's that? Aren't you sorry for what you did?" the Cardinal demanded. Every time Gabriel came back from vanquishing evil, he always confessed his sins to the Cardinal.
"No, I'm not because I wasn't the one to kill the troll."
"What do you mean?" Cardinal Jinette asked as he yanked the secret lever on the wall down. The wall beside Gabriel opened and they both walked into the hidden room.
"What I mean is that I didn't kill the troll," Gabriel answered as they weaved through all the monks and friars in the room.
"Then how did the troll die?"
"This woman killed it to get some diamond inside the troll's stomach."
"I'll take your word for that then," Cardinal Jinette said, raising an eyebrow. They stopped near a table filled with dangerous weapons and strange substances.
"You're back, Van Helsing!" Carl exclaimed, wearing a weird hat with many knobs and different types of magnifying glasses (A/N: the strange hat Carl was wearing when we first saw him in the movie).
"We have a new mission for you," Jinette said curtly, ignoring Carl's sudden outburst. He motioned for several monks to run the newly invented "projector." It was invented, like most of the other things in this room, by Carl (A/N: I made this part up because I don't really know who invented the projector. goes red sorry about that. I hope you people don't mind…). A picture of a woman showed up on the wall.
"Hey! I know that woman!" Gabriel exclaimed, pointing at the picture. The woman had long, jet black hair and bright grey eyes. It was unmistakeable. That was the woman that killed the troll the other day!
"Do you?" Cardinal Jinette asked, puzzled, "how do you know her?"
"She's the woman that killed the troll."
"Oh, I should have guessed! Which other woman could kill a troll?" The Cardinal laughed.
"But what does she have to do with my new mission? The only thing I know about this woman is that her name is Vixen Camrize," Gabriel said, crossing his arms against his chest.
"Well, Vixen Camrize comes from a long generation of master thieves. They've stolen many precious paintings, jewels, sculptures, gems, and the list goes on. They don't steal because of themselves though. Everything they steal goes to the poor. The Camrize have also been known to kill monsters and demons that disrupt their city. Unfortunately, all of her generation died away in a war, leaving only her."
"But what about her parents?" Gabriel interrupted. Cardinal Jinette shot him a dirty look.
"Don't interrupt. Anyway, where was I before Van Helsing rudely interrupted?" The Cardinal asked himself.
"You were saying how all of the Camrize's generation died in a war, leaving on Vixen, sir," Carl answered politely.
"Oh yes. Thank you Carl. Now, the main point of this mission is to kill him," Cardinal Jinette pointed, as the picture of Vixen disappeared. Replacing it was a picture of a pale looking man.
"That looks like…."
"Count Dracula. Yes, I know. This man is Dratama, Dracula's only younger brother. But, unlike Dracula, Dratama isn't only a vampire; he's half vampire, half werewolf. We suspect that he didn't die when Dracula was destroyed because of the werewolf gene in him," Jinette turned around to look at Gabriel, wearing a grim look.
"From valuable resources, we found out that Dratama is planning to find a bride to mate with. And we all know what will happen if he succeeds."
"No, I don't. What will happen?" Carl asked.
"For someone so brilliant, you sure are clueless, Carl. If Dratama finds a bride, then they'll have kids," Gabriel answered.
"Oh…OH! I get it! If he gets a lot of kids, then that would mean a lot of innocent people will die," Carl exclaimed, his eyes widening. Cardinal Jinette nodded sadly.
"That's why we must destroy Dratama as soon as possible and kill him."
"Then where is he and how do I kill him?"
"Unfortunately, we still haven't found a way to destroy Dratama."
"But we're working on it," Carl shot in.
"Then where is this Dratama person?" Gabriel asked impatiently.
"Dratama is currently travelling from Romania to Venice, Italy, but…"
"To Venice it is then." Gabriel interrupted.
"Van Helsing! Will you please let me finish my sentences!" the Cardinal snapped.
"Whatever."
"Anyway," Jinette glared at Gabriel as if daring him to interrupt again, "You do have to head to Venice, BUT the person you will be searching for is not Dratama. The one you'll be searching for is Vixen Camrize…."
The picture on the screen turned back into Vixen Camrize.
"What!? Why?" Gabriel interrupted again.
"Maybe if you let me finish my sentence, then you'll know!" Cardinal Jinette snapped.
"Okay, okay. I'll stop then. Now will you tell me why?"
"Because Vixen Camrize is Dratama's newest target for a bride."
Venice, Italy
Vixen Camrize walked down the crowded streets of Venice, weaving in and out of the people. She wore a plain, flowing white shirt and tight black pants.
"Please spare us some money," some beggars begged on the street. Their clothes were covered in mud and they smelled like they haven't taken a bath in years.
"Please spare us some money, kind sir," an old woman begged. In her hands was a crying baby.
"Go away, you old hag!" the man shouted, tugging his pants away from the woman's grasp. Shaking her head with disgust at the cruel man, Vixen reached into her pocket and took out a blue pouch.
"Here," Vixen handed the old woman a few coins from the bag. The old woman's eyes widened at the sight of all the money.
"I do not need this much!" the woman protested, trying to give the money back to Vixen.
"No, take it. You need it more than I do," Vixen replied, pushing her hand away.
"Thank you! Thank you so much! May God bless you, kind lady," the woman sobbed, bending down to kiss her boot covered feet. Hearing the old woman's cries, the other beggars started to crowd around Vixen.
"Please spare us some money!" they begged.
"One at a time people!" Vixen shouted. In a matter of minutes, all the money in the pouch was gone. The beggars thanked her and kissed her feet like the old woman did.
"Its no problem," Vixen smiled, "no problem at all."
Soon, the crowd of beggars disappeared. Smiling to herself, Vixen turned into an alley and headed for home. The sky was almost pitch black when she suddenly felt someone grab her wrist. Vixen twirled around to see a large, pig faced man.
"Hello, little girly," the man sneered. Vixen's nose wrinkled in disgust, as she smelled the alcohol in the man's breath.
"Let go of my arm, you pig!" Vixen growled, trying to wrench her arm free.
"Why do you want to go so soon, little missy?" The man laughed, his words slurring. He pulled her towards him until their faces were inches apart.
"If you don't let go of me now, you're going to regret it," Vixen warned.
"What's a woman like you going to do? Scream at me?" The man sneered.
"Never underestimate a woman," Vixen grinned. And with that, her knee hit the place where the sun never shines (if you catch my drift. Wink, Wink). The man fell over in pain.
"You should be glad I didn't stab you with my sword," Vixen laughed as the pig-faced man fainted from the pain. Kicking him one last time, Vixen continued walking down the ally. Just as she was close to home, she felt someone watching at her. She turned around slowly, looking back at the dark ally. She couldn't see anything in the pitch black.
"I see that you've noticed me, Vixen," a voice said in the darkness. She turned around again, but she couldn't see where the voice was coming from.
"Who are you and how do you know my name!?" Vixen shouted, ready to reach into her boot and take out her sword.
"I know more than just you name, Vixen," the voice laughed. His cold laughter sent shivers down her back.
"Your full name is Vixen Ramona Camrize. You're 21 years old, and your birthday is on April 2nd. Your whole generation were master thieves and monster slayers, but they all died on the day you were born. You live all alone now, except for your friend and helper, Thunder the King of Eagles. By day, you're a kind young lady that spends her time giving money to the poor, but by night, you're a master thief that roams the city, stealing from all the rich people."
"How did you find out so much about me?! Who are you!?" Vixens shouted, turning around again, "show yourself! Only cowards hide!"
"Now I wouldn't be wanting you to think I was a coward." Suddenly, a pale looking man with dark eyes appeared in front of her. His hair was short and black, but the colour looked nothing like hers. The colour of his hair seemed to blend into the darkness. Strands of hair fell into his face, making him seem even more mysterious.
"Who are you," Vixen asked again, her hands reaching for her sword.
"My name is Dratama, my dear lady," he bowed.
"How do you know so much about me, Dratama?" She asked, trying to distract him, so he didn't spot her getting her sword.
"Let's just say that I have friends all over the place," Dratama grinned. Just as Vixen got ready to hit him with her sword, Dratama grabbed her arm.
"Beautiful and feisty. I like that," Dratama grinned, pulling Vixen closer to him.
"Let go of me, you monster!" Vixen exclaimed, struggling against him.
"You think that I'm a monster now, don't you? Well, you're right," Dratama grinned. Suddenly, he raked the skin and clothes off with his hands. Brown fur replaced the skin and he howled to the moon.
"Y-you're a werewolf!" Vixen stammered.
"You're half right. I'm part werewolf and part vampire," Dratama grinned as his two canine teeth grew into long, sharp fangs. His body had transformed into a werewolf's and two ears had sprouted on his head, but his head remained the same. Dratama's eyes seemed to glow in the dark.
"What do you want with me?" Vixen backed onto the wall in fear.
"I want you to become my bride." Dratama said, licking her neck. Vixen's breathing quickened and she got as close to the wall as possible. She was afraid of him. Dratama grinned at the thought. "Soon, she'll be mine," Dratama thought as he bared his fangs, ready to bite into her smooth, soft flesh. Suddenly, Dratama felt something pierce through his back. He turned around, his eyes flashing red. Whoever interrupted him was dead! And there, standing there with a lit torch was the one and only, Van Helsing.
END OF CHAPPIE
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