The Hunter Behind Bars

A/N: Ok I've decided since I have some time I'dwrite the next chapter for this fanfic! Sorry for the long wait! Anyways, thank you for the reviews, I loved them! Thank you Kydasam for the critiques :)And I have to admit, I am using WordPad (since my computer does not have Microsoft Word) so I'm unable to spell-check anything. So mainly I try my best to spell check most of it myself, lol.
Please enjoy (if any are reading this fanfic :P), please review and criticisms are welcomed (since I wanna be able to write better)!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything of the movie Van Helsing! If I did, I would probably planning on making a second right about now, lol.

Chapter Two
Monster

Van Helsing woke up with a dull stabbing pain in his chest and the sickening smell of his own blood filling his nostrils. His wide brimmed hat was gone, along with his weapons and though he still wore his leather black coat, it was cold, wherever he was. His eyes focused to see the area around him, slowly adjusting to the darkness of the place. He was in a cell, and a very darkened place it was. There were a few candles lit outside nearthe cells but there seemed no one in sight.

Most likely some of the people in the mob had dragged him in here. He guessed this place was the city police, which dampened his spirits. A simple misunderstanding had caused all this. Van Helsing couldn't help but blame the Order. If they had done something, anything to help Van Helsing with his work, none of this would have happened. This only made Van Helsing growl in frustration.

Van Helsing woke, though unsteadily, to his feet and surveyed his surroundings more carefully. Ignoring the pain from his shoulder, his eyes caught sight of one of the guards standing outside near the door. Narrowing his eyes, Van Helsing could see the guard stood tall and proud, and most likely it would be hard to lure him to open the door of his cell. Van Helsing only sighed at that thought. What could I do? a voice spoke in his head and Van Helsing shook his head questionably.

Van Helsing shrugged and collapsed back down onto thehard ground. No one had bothered to tend on his wound inflicted by that damn woman. Might as well, the mob had believed he had killed innocents, not beasts and monsters. But the pain had started to become dull, only an aching which Van Helsing could handle. For once, he thanked the werewolf venom for its quick healing factor.

But now that he was caught, the people will most likely want him executed. He would have to escape this place before any of that comes true.

There was anechoing sound of shoes and it came closer towards Van Helsing's cell. Van Helsing looked up and his hand automatically went to his head to him himself from whoever was coming, only to remember he didn't have his hat anymore. And besides, whoever was coming probably knew who they were meeting. Van Helsing felt annoyed still that his belongings were taken by the city police. The weapons were made for killing monsters, not humans, but the police will probably use Carl's inventions as evidence for the murders he had inflicted.

"You are awake then?" spoke a familiar voice which Van Helsing noticed immediately. Slowly through the darknes,s the person's face was revealed. It was the woman, the leader of the mob, the one and only who helped the people in imprisoning him.

"Yes," Van Helsing spoke with gritted teeth, glaring at the woman. The woman frowned deeply as she sat on one of the chairs beside the cold wall. Crossing her legs, she stared back at the man with a look of disgust.

"You've been going around causing much mischief, Mr. Van Helsing. (A/N: I'm using 'Mr.' cause it was in the movie. Though I'm not sure if it was used then.)"
"It's a misunderstanding," Van Helsing spoke and the woman just glared back angrily, her lips quivering.

"You think killing innocent people is a misunderstanding, Mr. Van Helsing?" the woman spat getting up on her feet again with clenched fists. Van Helsing just stared back, with a grim expression now on his face.

"The monsters in them were savage. I had to kill them in order to get them out," Van Helsing explained with calmly, a bit irritated with the woman now. His eyes searched for any way of escape but so far, there was no way he'd be able to escape from this cell.

He leaned on the cold wall, wincing at the dull pain as he saw the woman come closer towards the bars. Van Helsing made no move to get up.He only eyed her. She was a tall woman, with dark brown locks of hair falling down from her head with thin lips, a tall nose and striking eyes that would have probably scared off any animal. Her thin fingers grasped the ends of her wooly brown coat, covering her body. A warm fogged breath escaped her lips, floating for a second before disappearing.

"That is an excuse, Mr. Van Helsing, and hardly believeable. Calling humans monsters only makes it more sure that you are the real monster," she hissed from the bars, her right hand touching the cold, bulky bars in front of her. Van Helsing's lips twitched angrily. He had killed those people to save them! If they only knew what monsters he had seen in his work, these people would be running for the hills, screaming.

"I kill when I have to. I do not enjoy it. I've saved humanity from these creatures, beasts that try to destory humanity using humans as puppets. But I have killed these monsters! As I have said before, this is all a misunderstanding!" Van Helsing growled, eyes glowing dangerously.

The woman looked a bit suprised at this and her eyebrows rised and then fell. Then the woman pursued her lips and Van Helsing saw a flare of anger pass in her eyes.

"You mean killing my bestfriend was for the good of mankind?"

Van Helsing looked up confusedly. What on earth was this woman talking about? He had never even seen this woman. Yet he did remember that he had killed a girl suffering from a plague when he come to London before. He couldn't remember the girl's name...

"You don't remember, do you? Well it was a long, long time. But I remember clearly, as if it was yesterday. So shall I refresh your memory a little?" the woman spoke with distaste. Van Helsing did not answer. Whoever this woman was, she probably had a grudge on him. And a very long grudgeby the looks of it.

"It was a cold wintery night. It was, as I might call, the darkest of times. My friend, Alexandria, had been hit by a disease of some kind. She would keep coughing until blood was all she coughed up. I was worried terribly for her and I had gone to the doctors to get some help. But Alexandria's mother saidAlexandria would not be able to go through the cold outside and it would be better if a doctor came to Alexandria instead.

"I had agreed and ran out into the cold, snowy night, desperately pleading for the doctors to look at my friend, to cure her. Many refused until one finally agreed. The doctor and I had come to Alexandria's house when we had heard a scream from inside the house. I had run into the house, ignoring the doctor's shout to stop, and then I saw... you. With Alexandria in your arms, obviously dead. You had killed her. And then before I can do anything, you sped off before I can call for help. From that on, I had searched for you until I heard the the incident with Dr.Jekyll. I knew I had to catch you, stop these murders."

Van Helsing stared at the woman's flaring eyes for a while before his anger started melting away, bit by bit. He looked up sadly at the thought of the girl. Yes... that was the girl's name, Alexandria. He had come to help this girl because she was the only who had the disease. He had brung thecure but it had not worked on her and she suffered more. The girl was clearly dying.The thought of the girl suffering was unbearable and her pleads to die were full of pain. He had granted that dying wish and had brung her body to the Holy Order.

"She was suffering. She had asked for death. And I gave it to her."

The woman's face contorted in rage and tears now welled in her eyes. "Liar! She would never ask for death! She was a Catholic!"

"Catholic or not, she didn't not kill herself, I had killed her instead," Van Helsing spoke.

"You lie! Where did you bring her body! Where! I demand I get it back! Her parents couldn't fare her goodbye because of you! Because of you she died! ALL BECAUSE OF YOU!" the woman screamed and rattled the bars in front of her. The bars gave a cold stony sound and stopped when the woman catched her breath.

"If it'll make you feel any better, she got a Catholic funeral. And from thePope himself."

"But her body should have been with her loved ones! With me and her parents! And you're a murder, a monster! Why on earth would you do this!"

"Cause I have a heart, unlike the monsters I have hunted."

The woman ignored him and continued to shoot him with curses. Van Helsing only gave out a silent sigh. He too had mourned for the poor girl for a few days, though silently, unseen from the Cardinal and Carl.

"You deserve to die, murderer!" she hissed at last and then pulled her head away from view.She didn'T turn her head backto see Van Helsing's reaction. She just walked away, turning her back on him with one last tearful glare as her footsteps echoed loudly then before.

A/N: So did you enjoy? I hope you did! Anyways, I'll be waiting for reviews! Thanks:P Edited 10/19/2005