Ok this is chapter 8 I believe… I probably won't update for another week or two though, mainly because of my workload at school. Anyway, time for reviews…er review.

Kaiya – Ah the good old days of DBZ, I was such a Vegeta fan…it's embarrassing. I don't think anyone can get enough Van/Drac-ness.

He will say stand and you are to kneel
Van groaned and rolled over. A putrid smell reached his nose as he sat up and rubbed the back of his head; it was the smell of piss, sweat, and blood.

"Who're you?" A gruff voice asked. Van squinted as his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the cell.

"Van Helsing." He answered, his mouth dry. He heard the man shift his weight and the clink of metal against concrete.

"Well, it seems that all the murderers are together now." A weak chuckle rippled through the room.

"What's your name?" Van asked as he gingerly leaned against the moldy wall.

"Jack." The man answered giving no surname.

"I'm Mehmed." An accented voice called out, somewhere to Van's left.

"Me names Fouche." Another voice said. More people called out their names as they appeared to go 'round robin. Van nodded at the end, not remembering half of them. The man named Jack leaned forward to get a better view of the new comer.

"Why are you here?' He asked. It seemed like the walls moved as the prisoners leaned forward to hear.

"I disobeyed the church, they condemned me as a heretic." He went silent. The man said nothing for a beat then slowly leaned back and the others resumed their original positions.

"Well what did you do to be condemned a heretic?"

"I was in love with the wrong person and reacted the wrong way, a rather cliché story I know but that's what happened." Van found his voice to be rather rough and he attributed it to the lack of water.

"That's ok, old Mehmeds' here just because he's Muslim, didn't do nothing else…But I've heard of you Mr. Helsing, you've murdered."

"The church ordered me to."

"Does that make it any different?" Van scowled and wished the man would leave him alone, his head hurt and he was tired.

"No, but it does in the eyes of the church. I know that the people I killed are no different than anyone else." Lies. "But it was my job." That earned a manic laugh from one of the men.

"I'll take your job for you! Killing people for a living, that sounds like my type of career." His voice cracked as he spoke, evidence of it's lack of use.

"Oh shut up Severin." Jack snapped.

"My name is George, I've told you that before." The man rasped with laughter in his voice. Jack shook his head and turned back to Van.

"Don't mind him, his brains have been addled ever since he got here. The people did something to him." He motioned over to the guards and Van caught on to what he was saying. He had heard of guards raping, molesting, and torturing inmates for the hell of it.

"So what did you do?" Van asked.

"I'm a murderer. Nothing else." Van nodded and decided to not probe. He felt his eyes closing and soon he was asleep.

He awoke to find Jack shaking him urgently.

"Up boy, foods here better get it before someone else does." Van nodded groggily and scrambled to grab a bowl of watered down gruel. He sipped it and winced as it scraped its way slowly down his throat.

The day passed in silence. And soon night came; the only way to tell was by the changing of the guards, which happened every eight hours. Van stared off into the distance and soon found sleep claiming him once again.

Again Jack shaking him, this time though it wasn't for food waked him.

"They want to see you." He said grimly. Van looked over to the cell door to see two guards and a priest. He stood up slowly and walked over to them. A few murmurs of good luck where muttered by dejected voices that were consumed by the darkness. The priest said nothing but motioned for the guards to let him out. Once he was out he was cuffed and led up a steep marble staircase. Outside in the light and fresh air Van felt better. Though the musty smell of urine and sweat was still present and Van reasoned that he would never be rid of it completely.

He was led through a series of hallways, some he recognized and some he didn't. Finally he emerged in a chamber. Inside were Cardinal Bianchi and Michael. The latter smiled cruelly.

Van knelt down and prostrated himself on the floor before the cardinal.

"You may stand my son." The Cardinal said after a few seconds. Van hoisted himself up but stayed kneeling.

"Tell your friend that I don't appreciate having my body strewn about the forest floor." He said with a sneer. Bianchi held out his hand, signaling silence. Michael closed his mouth and glared at Van.

"You are here to recant, if you do not then you will be excommunicated and killed." Van snorted at the news.

"I'm surprised you haven't excommunicated me already." He growled, a grim smile playing on his lips. Bianchi scowled at him.

"You will learn manners my dear boy before you die. I am to be addressed as your holiness."

"No, the Pope is to be addressed as your holiness, you are to be addressed as Mr. Stuck-up-bastard-who-doesn't-listen-to-Paul's-letter-to-the-Romans."

Michael sputtered at the mans impudence, was he not aware that he was about to die? Not only die but that he was going to go to hell! Bianchi merely chuckled.

"And pray tell what is Paul's advice to the Romans." He was in a mood to be entertained and this man was proving rather amusing.

"Paul's letter to the Romans chapter 14: "Therefore let us not pass judgment on one another any longer, but rather decide never to put a stumbling block or hindrance in the way of a brother. I know and am persuaded in the Lord Jesus that nothing is unclean in itself, but it is unclean for anyone who thinks it unclean." Now it is not good "to eat meat or drink wine or do anything that makes your brother stumble," but as long as you aren't hurting anyone, "everything is indeed clean." In fact, "Blessed is the one who has no reason to pass judgment on himself for what he approves. 1" Van finished and couldn't help but let a bit of a smirk curve onto his lips.

"That's, that's twisting the words of the holy book. It's blaspheme." Michael cried. Bianchi stilled him with a hand and a stern glance.

"Now, enough of this word play, though I commend you Mr. Helsing on your recital, very impressive. But let us not forget our point. We are hear to pass judgment on you." Van scowled.

"I was under the impression that judgement had already passed. Oh right, you're doing this so you feel good and can say you gave me a fair trial correct?" Silence descended on the room, each member glaring venomously at Van, well each member but Bianchi who smiled kindly at him.

"Very well, a fair trial then. I see no harm in that." He turned to the guards; "You may take his chains off. I will supply you with a room and two days to gather your argument, no Michael I don't want a word out of you," he turned back to Van, "you may have any source you need, the Vatican library is at your disposal." He smiled at Van again, "You are dismissed, Charles show him to a room." The young priest that had come to fetch him stood forward gave a quick bow to the Cardinal then turned to lead Van away.

TBC
1. English Standard Version

Ok that's it, I hope you enjoyed.

Aleander: WATCH MARTIN LUTHER!
And don't speak in all caps.
Aleander: Sorry.
Dracula: Who are you?
Aleander: Watch Martin Luther and find out (the 2003 version)…I'm hot in it.
You're hot in all your movies, I watched Red Dragon for you…didn't sleep for three months after it.

Anyway this is way off topic, please review!