Chapter Six

The Helsing Van

Sorry for the lack of an update. I've had this chapter written for a while but it takes a lot of effort on my part just to convert files on different Mac OS's, and I have been very busy as well as very lazy.

Ok, to the people at school or wherever who actually read this in the usual intended format, I'm sorry, but because of my laziness I am now only going to write this in the Fanfiction .net form instead of writing it then having to go back and convert everything. You guys most likely won't care anyway seing as how you put up with my poor typing skills anyway, let alone a format change.

To the FF .net people: Thank you to the people who have reviewed (Esp, to "RozzandMaya" who I didn't get to thank when I reviewed your fic, so I'll just thank you here.) !

This chapter is a bit shorter than my other ones and I don't like it much, but it'll have to do as I seem to be on writer's block.

Van Helsing's eyes opened very wide, and his hands quickly went to his crossbow. Dracula pulled off his hood.

Crowd: GASP!

Dracula rolled his eyes at their sudden outburst, but then went straight back to Van Helsing, who had his crossbow mere inches from Dracula's face. Dracula had a smirk, Van Helsing had a look of disbelief, Niff had a look of worry, and Britt had a look of annoyance. All in all, it was quite tense and the room had gone almost completely silent. No one moved, until-

Announcer: "Ye Olde Tavern is proud of it's new relationship with Krispy Kream Doughnuts..." (1)

because that happens to break the tension anywhere you put it.

Dracula: Now Garbriel, that's not a very nice way to greet an old friend.

Van Helsing gritted his teeth.

Van Helsing: I thought I killed you for good. Obviously I was wrong, so let's try it again.

At that, Van Helsing shot rapid-fire twelve arrows at Dracula, but like most action characters, only one of them hit their target. Dracula looked up at the arrow sticking out of the middle of his forehead as Niff clung to him.

Niff: (To Van Helsing) LEAVE HIM ALONE!

Dracula sighed, and tried to pull out the arrow. At this time Britt had backhanded Van Helsing.

Britt: (To Van Helsing) Why do you always have to shoot everything you see! If I can remember correctly, this was exactly the reason we broke up!

In the backround we see Niff helping Dracula try to shove the point of the arrow out the back of his head.

(Dracula: Damn arrows; the only way to get them cleanly out it to push them out the other side, like fish hooks...)

Van Helsing: (To Britt) Look, I've been searching for weeks trying to find three people. I finally get here, and what do I find? - A failed shape shifter, some girl, and a creature from Hell which I've failed in killing each time I encounter him!

Crowd member: Yeah, you tell her Van Helsing!

Britt spun around and proceeded to completely bitch out the crowd member until they shut up.

(Dracula: Ow, ow... Thickiiee micker grrrshick zee!)

(Niff: .:cringes: I think we hit the language-control part...)

(Dracula: (In agreement) Gruewdsicklez...)

There was a small cracking and squishing noise as the arrow appeared from the other side of Dracula's head. Niff quickly broke off the tip and Dracula brought the shaft back through his forehead. The wound immediately began to heal itself.

Suddenly, in all of the hysteria, the angel appeared beside Van Helsing. Everyone stopped and stared. Well, everyone stared except for Dracula, who had his eyes fixed on a spot on the wall.

Angel: Well Van Helsing, I'm really quite surprised that you actually found your correct party.

The angel fondly looked over the small group, until it's eyes fell on Dracula. Dracula could feel the angel's eyes on him and he shifted uncomfortably with a set jaw. It's eyes rested on him for a moment, but then moved away to look upon the group as a whole.

Angel: I'm sure that will all of your help, you can complete this misson. When completed, I'm sure you will all get something out of it as well. Whether it be a better understanding of others,-

The angel gave a small glance towards Van Helsing.

Angel: Or perhaps something a bit greater...

As it said the last part, it's eyes moved once again to Dracula. Dracula's gaze had now moved from the wall to the floor. It gave a small smirk, and turned it's head back to Van Helsing who had a look of pure shock.

Van Helsing: You have got to be kidding me...

Angel: Are you accusing me of lying?

Van Helsing: No! No, ofcourse not, it's just... God chose him:Nods towards Dracula:

Angel: (Grinning) I don't question, and neither should you. Now, take your party and head North. Remember, the book must only and can only be destroyed by-

Suddenly something started beeping. The angel took out a pager from it's robes.

Angel: Oh! I gotta go; there's a security break on cloud seven. Good luck to you all!

At that, the angel dissapeared, leaving everyone in the room in a very awkward silence; an awkward silence that Britt didn't mind breaking, with a very wide grin.

Britt: (To Van Helsing) Well I guess you'll have to deal with us anyway. And best of all, you can't try to kill any of us now.

Niff: Woohoo!

Dracula broke his distance and snickered at the throught - he could torment Van Helsing as much as he wanted, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

Britt: Now what book was the angel talking about?

At this point in the story, the narrator interrupts the conversation and the movement of the story by relaying everything that the angel had told Van Helsing previously in the story.

Niff: Cool, so does the book really know everything?

Van Helsing: I assume it does...

Van Helsing took the book out of his coat and began flipping through it, only to find that all of the pages were blank. At the realization of what he was doing, he slammed the book shut and shoved it back into his coat.

Dracula: Find something interesting in there, did we?

Van Helsing: (With a glare) I didn't read any of it, thank you. No one should read through it either, and especially not you.

Everyone but Van Helsing had small smiles on their faces, all thinking about what they would do with the book.

Britt came to the conclusion, "We have to get rid of it, then we'll be heroes and become famous... That's a lot of free drinks...".

Dracula thought sadistically, "All the knowledge of God eh? Oh the things I could do with that book..."

"I bet I could come up with atleast a few questions it couldn't answer...", thought Niff.

Van Helsing, "Why are they all smiling?..."

Dracula: So Gabriel, when are we leaving on this little quest of ours?

Van Helsing: We leave now.

Niff/Britt: Now?

Van Helsing: Now.

Niff: But we don't have any horses, or supplies, or anything!

Van Helsing: Don't worry, I have every we'll need.

Dracula: Are you sure about that?

At this, Van Helsing opened the door of the Ye Olde Tavern behind him to reveal a large, grey cargo van with "The Helsing Van" written in red letters on the side.

Dracula: (To Niff) Yeah, see, the next time you want to go out to eat, we're staying at my castle and have my servants cook.

Niff: Wait, you have a kitchen full of servants to serve you meals and we ate at the Ye Olde Tavern!

Dracula: You're the one who wanted to come here...

Niff hit her forehead with her palm and sighed.

Britt: (Referring to the van) There is no way I'm riding in that...

Later...

Britt: I cannot believe I'm riding in this...

The four of them had stepped out of the tavern and up to the van. Being as it was 1889 in Europe, gas was extremely hard to come by. The Helsing Van was an import from the US. Therefore, someone had to push it. Fortunately, the Count had built up anger, and with one hard push, the van was off and moving.

Author commentary-

Yeah, that will probably be one of the last times I refer to him as "the Count", being as how my typing skills are far under par it could lead to some unwanted laughs and/or flames (or in some cases a severe upward rating)... Anyway, moving on...

-End author commentary-

Niff: So Britt, I heard something about you actually being a shape shifter?

Britt: (Blushing) Yes, but I'm not very good at it...

Niff: What do you mean?

Britt: Well...

Van Helsing: (From the driver's seat) She means that she can only turn into a birch dresser!

Britt: HELSING!

Britt slapped him on the side of his face and sighed.

Van Helsing: Don't you know not to hit the driver?

She gave him a look of oh-no-you-didn't and he gave a slight whimper and continued driving. Dracula thought, "how can women do that?..." and Britt turned back to Niff.

Britt: Yeah, it's true; I can only morph into a birch dresser.

Dracula: I can turn into a flying hell beast with a twenty foot wingspan!

Britt glared at him, and Niff stared with wide eyes.

Dracula: (Quickly) But that doesn't even compare to the many uses a birch dresser can serve as ofcourse.

Niff still continued to stare at him and moved to sit closer to Van Helsing. Dracula inwardly giggled.

(1) That was for any band geeks who went to any of the BOA competitions during the past year.

Many promises that the next chapter will be better, as I am now free to take the fic where I wish.