CHAPTER 4: NIGHTMARES RETURN

Van Helsing awoke with a start.

'Wonderful,' he though,' de ja vu, more nightmares,' he rose and began pacing.

"Tragedy Angel," he repeated her name over and over again as he paced," there's something strange about you; but I can't place it," he said to no one. He lay back down on his bed and stared at the ceiling. Slowly he closed his eyes, drifting into another spell of nightmares.

THE NEXT MORNING

Light defused into the room and Van Helsing awoke to find himself still in his bed, no wandering, no attacks, and best of all. . .no nightmares.

Afeter dressing he sat down in his study to wait for his friend, Carl the friar, to return from Rome. Carl left several weeks earlier and was due back at any momment. Not only did Van Helsing miss the company, he also wanted to inform Calr about Tragedy to see if he'd seen her.

"Look at me, I spend a little over three weeks with the girl and now I'm asking about her from a friar, I really need my head checked out," the demon slayer chuckled to himself.

There was a knock at the door, that interrupted his thoughts, however. Still silently laughing he walked toward the door, his boots clicking against the wood floor. He drew one of his guns.

"Who's there?" he asked in a gruff voice.

"Van Helsing! for God's sake let me in!" Carl's voice came through the door faintly. As soon as the door opened Carl rushed inside and shut the door quickly behind him. The shivering friar set his bag down and made his way to the fire that Van Helsing started.

"Have you heard of a woman named Tragedy while you were in Rome?" Van Helsing looked at Carl.

"Who's that?" Carl asked.

"Oh, just a woman I met here, Transylvainia is always full of strange people. She was injured so while you were away, I cared for her. I'd like to know how she is."

"Oh, hmmmm. . .Tragedy, sounds familiar somehow," Carl looked at his friend," Oh yes, that's the woman you saved and fell in love with!" Carl laughed," Just kidding, but do tell me all about her."

Van Helsing told Carl about his encounter with Tragedy. The friar sat and listened patiently. When he was finished he rose and threw water on the fire, putting it out.

"Well, there's been a call, a werewolf in the forest to the north of Romainia was killed, they found fur and blood everywhere. You have been asked to investigate."

"Well, there's been a call, a werewolf in the forest to the north of Romainia was killed, they found fur and blood everywhere. You have been asked to investigate."

"Well, let's pack up our thing," Van Helsing grabbed his saddle bags and began gathering supplies.

When they had saddled their horses, they rode toward the north. They didn't get past the town square before they were cut off by the townsfolk.

"Why have we been stoppped?" Van Helsing asked the undertaker, obviously the group's leader.

"Did you really think you could get that vile woman out of trouble without getting into trouble yourself?"

"I am going to investigate a werewolf killing, some think it may have been staged, and what evil have I done by helping a woman in trouble? You'd punished her enough; beating the poor thing senseless. It would have been ridiculous to do more!" he pushed Carl behind him," Run away, I'll meet you in the grove of trees beyond," he whispered urgently. Carl turned around and ran, the crowd started to follow him, but were stopped.

"Don't worry about the friar! It's Van Helsing we want!" the undertaker told them, to Van Helsing's relief.

"You can try to capture me, though I doubt you'll get far," he drew his guns.

"Really?" the undertaker replied, though he wasn't looking at Van Helsing.

Van Helsing started to turn around and shoot whoever was behind him, but felt a razor-sharp pain in his side,' How did he know? It's the same one who shot me the last time!" A blade was lodged in his right side, almost into his hip. He shot the man who threw the blade, finally he had killed him. To his surprise, however, the man stood up.

"You CAN'T kill me, you fool!" he laughed.

Van Helsing began to notice how vastly outnumbered he was, he turned to face the crowd,' I'm not going down without a fight!" he thought angrily. He twirled his guns and shot the hat off of the undertaker's head.

"Bring it on," he told them, fire gleaming in his eyes.

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