The Hunter Behind Bars

A/N: Thank you for the reviews! I really really liked them! Blue Autumn Sky, I was actually writing it as VH's thought but that idea of the Werewolf speaking to him, I think, is a GREAT idea! I'll probably make write bits and pieces like that! Thanks so much for the idea:D Oh and Erin And Sarah AKA Merry and Frodo, the part where your e-mail address is supposed to be is gone! -shrugs- Thought I should tell you... :( Well then, let the story continue:D

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 Three
Truth Behind Lies

"Is this true?"

Carl's eyes widened in horror as he saw the Cardinal nodd. Carl couldn't help but give out a small gasp. The great Van Helsing, caught? It seemed very unlikely to Carl, since he personally knew what Van Helsing could do. But it wasn't impossible. Van Helsing was human, in a way, and he was vulnerable for one thing. And Carl knew very much about that one.

"But... how?"

The Cardinal furrowed his eyebrows and frowned darkly as he started to explain how the mob in London had caught the Holy Order's very own hunter as Carl felt his blood go cold at the thought of Van Helsing with bullets in his chest. But what somehow reassured him was the werewolf curse. He knew Van Helsing still had it and it would heal his wounds quickly. He gave out a silent sigh of relief. But then again, he feared for Van Helsing. What horrors would be awaiting Van Helsing now that the people finaly had him trapped were a mystery even to the Holy Order.

"-But it is getting hard for the Order and already we have four more cases that Van Helsing should have gone to... So I am willing to hire another hunter in his place."

Carl looked up from his thoughts and his face now expressed horror at the idea. Van Helsing wasn't dead! Carl thought, and yet the Order seems to say things that declares Van Helsing already dead! Carl's eyes narrowed angrily, and his hands curled into fists, though unseen from the Cardinal's view.

"You know as well as I that it will be fairly obvious Van Helsing's execution will be ordered. The people of London are frightened, and they will try their hardest to get rid of the first suspect. And fortunately for the people of London, they had a main suspect to accuse," The Cardinal spoke and stopped, observing Carl's expression at this information. Indeed, Carl's expression was darkening by the second. But not for the fear of Van Helsing. An even more stronger emotion swimmed through Carl's mind as his eyes looked up at the Cardinal.

You are not trying to help... Carl thought in his mind, anger burning in his heart as he saw the Cardinal raise his head high in an unconcerned manner. Carl's lips turned into a mighty frown that immediately expressed Carl's current emotion.

"Are you honestly doing your best to get Van Helsing out of the city police?" Carl said, his tone accusing the Cardinal's actions. The Cardinal's eyebrows rose at the question. "You must know, Carl, that the Holy Order does not exist. We cannot interfere with the problems of one foolish mob. If the people of London orders for Van Helsing's execution, so be it. I am truly sorry."

"Are you? Are you sorry? After what Van Helsing has done for the Order, you abandon him like he is white trash. Is this what the Holy Order is for? When I had first agreed to join, the man who explained to me said it was to help the world and its people. To save the earth from creatures beyond anyone's imaginations and to destory them so innocents will be unhurt. Van Helsing has done exactly that, and you betray him, throw him away!" Carl yelled, his voice rising, as he stood up. Both his fists slamming on the Cardinal's desk as the Cardinal stared, looking unimpressed, though a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes.

"There will indeed be sacrifices along the way. It is inevitable."

Carl's rage only boiled harder as he slammed his leg on the desk, making the desk jolt tremendously. The paper and inkpots spilt on the desk but the Cardinal only stood up from his chair in a slow manner and brushed the important scrolls away from the puddle of ink.

"So you are leaving Van Helsing to die in that place?"

"It will not be a Holy Order if we help just about everyone, are we, Carl?" the Cardinal spoke, a sly grin now creeping up his lips. Carl backed away as he saw the look in the Cardinal's eyes. It seemed to glow with dark pride as the Cardinal leaned forward and set the scrolls on the desk again. Carl immediately realised the truth behind the Holy Order.

The Cardinal had been the reasons why many of the previous hunters didn't come back. He had let them die when they needed the help of the Order most. Carl looked at disgust at the Cardinal as his feet started to move towards the door.

"I am leaving. I am going to go get Van Helsing out of the prison! And you better not interfere!" Carl shouted angrily and the Cardinal's sly grin only twitched and flickered with amustment. Carl glanced at the evil look on the Cardinal's face and slipping out, he slammed the door shut.

He would have to get those syringes ready.

A/N: Like it so far? I hope you do! This chapter had been on hold for quite a while and I wanted to do a good job with it! And finally I got some inspiration for it! Please review:)