Van Helsing Quirk # 3: While I was translating English into Spanish, I had to make the white- haired dude begin the conversation, in Spanish, with "Who is he? That's Van Helsing.". Problem though. I had forgotten that when you conjugate the verb, "ir", which means "to go", I had forgotten that "van" was the conjugated form of "they go". So the sentence I had came up with was:

"Who is he? That is Go Helsing!"

Author's note: This better be a good chapter because I've just been given my Van Helsing injection today, so this better work!

Spanish Translations:

¿Quien es él? Ése es Van Helsing.- Who is he? That's Van Helsing.

Brazo- Arm

Todavía dañado- Still damaged

No pareces bueno. ¿Es algo incorrecto?- You don't look good. Is something wrong?

¿Usted está viniendo abajo con algo?- Are you coming down with something?

Alta fiebre- High fever

¡Ayuda!- Help!

Demasiado lento- Too slow

A noche- Last night

No puedo decir- I cannot say

"¿Quien es él? Ése es Van Helsing." Van's eyes and ears faded in and out.

"¿Mi brazo? Todavía dañado. No puedo creer que él podría hacerlo." He saw two images too blurred to be lined up with their colors; it was like they were puzzle pieces that refused to fit.

Like a weak rope, his stream of consciousness snapped and he blacked out. Whispers and waves of limp color flowed in Van's eyesight, communicating to him in ways he could not.

Was he dead?

No; why would he hear voices if he was dead?

He was breathing, that was a good sign. Being deprived of water was another thing. His lips were parched and his throat shrilly screamed every time he swallowed. He constantly went in and out of his sleep phase; sometimes he slept so deep saliva dripped from his mouth while some other times he was so light that a single breeze made him jolt awake then pass out again.

Each section of time that passed, Van didn't care if he was alive; he wanted to be dead. Ahora. His breathing had changed to short gasps and jets while sweat continued to materialize on his body. Every time he opened his eyes, light forced him to shut them closed. His side wound pulsed with his heart, a great knob forming where he had been stabbed.

"No pareces bueno. ¿Es algo incorrecto?" Van felt his eyelids being gently pushed up, letting light glare into his mind.

He moaned slightly from the pain that still throbbed in his side, his body on fire.

"¿Usted está viniendo abajo con algo?" He felt a hand on his forehead.

"Alta fiebre. Oh no. ¡¿Habría podido èl ser envenenado?! ¡¿Por mí?! ¡Esto es malo! ¡MUY malo! ¡Ayuda! ¡AYUDA!"

Van felt his waist being revealed from underneath the covers.

"What's going on? What are you doing?" That inquisitive voice could only belong to…

Carl?

Carl, can you hear me?

Carl!

"What do you mean he has been poisoned?! You're going to do WHAT?!" Van felt a leather strap being tied tightly around his waist: a tourniquet.

He tried to speak, but his words only came out in moans and mumbles. He felt a hand cover his already closed eyes, and sensing from the vibes the stranger's hand was giving off, he was about to do something painful. VERY painful. Van struggled, but a second set of hands pinned him down. He managed to cough a few "no's" but that wouldn't save him. He felt the sudden ice of a blade against where his wound was, and in a quick slash and a hideous cry, blood began to pour from the reopened wound.

As he was drained of poisoned blood (apparently), he started to hear it. The sync of two heartbeats. One was his own, pumping out crimson, but the other…

Wild.

Untamed.

Feral.

Carnivorous.

Bloodlust.

His.

Van screamed, but that's not what came out. What came out horrified everyone, even himself. It wasn't a scream; it was a wolf's howl.

……………..

He shifted his head around in his sleep, his bandaged arm resting on his forehead. He felt a small tongue starting to lick his face. He tried to swat it away, but apparently his aim was off, for it still licked his nose.

"Mmmmuhh, get off…"

"Van Helsing."

"Bug off…"

"Van Helsing? Are you awake?"

"Uhhhhh…vampires…."

"What on earth are you talking about?"

Van's eyebrows twitched, and he suddenly shot up in his bed.

"Where is it?!" He was suddenly glaring face- to- face with a frumpy looking Snowball.

"Huh? Did you bang your head on something?" A sudden lightheadedness caught Van by surprise and he fell backwards, but Carl caught him just in time.

"Careful. You've lost a lot of blood to last night, but the poison is gone!" Now that Carl mentioned it, his side wasn't hurting as much.

Van lay back down, running a hand through his wavy hair.

"What….happened?"

"You were bled last night."

"BLED?!"

"Yes. He said that you have been poisoned. So we had to bleed it out of you. He's says your fine now."

"Who's "he"."

"Hee ees talking about me." Van gaped.

Standing before him was the man cloaked in white.

"Well, seence we are not playing facades anymore…" The stranger removed the turban of cloth that covered his head, but his lower face was still covered.

He had a slender face, white locks of hair foresting his crystal blue eyes. Strange tattoos covered where his cheekbones were, and in the center of his forehead, where two white bangs haloed it, was the outline of an ankh. His eyes had a sharp edge, darting around every few seconds.

"What's your name?"

The stranger bowed.

"Me llamo es Scorpion."

"Sorry?"

"My name is Scorpion."

"Oh, that's what you were saying."

Scorpion smacked his head.

"Well, my name is-" started Carl.

"Lucky yu survived from a noche."

"Well, don't mind me." Carl scuffled off.

Van took in his surroundings. He was lying down on a mattress entirely made of furs from some creature, soft to his touch. Above him was a support pole holding up a canvas tent. Gentle breezes past through the tent flap, brushing up against his unshaven cheeks. Carpets and rugs of all sorts layered the ground, throw pillows littering here and there.

He tried to lift his torso up, but from the pain and sudden lack of air, all he could do was gasp and fall back again.

"Yu won't bee able tu moove for ai while. Yu 'ave lost too much blood tu last night."

Van managed to breathe, "What..?"

"Yu had been poisoned by ah desert creature; thei symptoms showed up rather late. But we were able to save yu in time." Scorpion knelt down beside Van to check his wounds.

Van gritted his teeth and grunted in pain as Scorpion peeled back the bandages around his waist.

"Demasiado lento." Scorpion pulled out a triangular shaped vial, and pulling off one of his gloves, he dipped two fingers into the concoction resting in the container.

"Thees might feel cold at first." He lightly smeared the salve over Van's wound.

"Ah!" Van's torso twitched in shock, "What is that? Ice- in- a- bottle or something?"

Scorpion's facial mask crinkled in a grin.

"Eet ees ah painkeeller." Scorpion gently rewrapped Van's side, "I will leave yu be for ai while."

"Wait a minute." Scorpion turned around.

"¿Si?"

"What was with all of the commotion in the cell house?" Scorpion grinned again.

"No puedo decir."

"Huh?"

"I cannot say."

"Why not?"

"Porque está para mí a saber y usted a nunca. Adios." Scorpion ducked under the flap.

"Hey! HEY!" Van gave up and stared at Snowball, who gave him a look of disdain as she sat upon his lap as though it were her throne.

"What are you looking at?" The cat turned its furry snout upwards in arrogance.

Van irritably shifted his legs, and the cat sank its claws into the fur, claiming Van's flesh as well.

"YEOW!"

"MROW!"

"Come here, you-!"

"MEEEOOOWWW!! RRAOO!!"

"YAAHHHHH!"

Outside, Scorpion was trying his hardest not to laugh. It hurt his arm too much.

Van Helsing getting his ass whooped by a cat = ouch.

I GOT THE VAN HELSING SOUNDTRACK!! I AM IN COMPLETE DOMINATION!! MWAHAHAHAHA!!! {Ehem} Sorry. Sugar high.

Well, stay tuned for another chapter and VH quirk of the day! Bye bye!

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