The Hunter Behind Bars
A/N: Hey everybody! I'm sorry I couldn't update sooner! But I have decided I'll launch myself to write this up. If any of you have seen the previous unedited chapter, then you will see that not only did I cut off this part of the flashback, but I changed it from Dyra's POV to Van Helsing's POV. I thought since it was Van Helsing who it was dreaming this, it would have made much more sense. (: And I couldn't help but put in a song. It fits perfectly with the story:3 I hope you don't mind! Please review, everybody, and I hope you enjoy the ride!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything of the movie Van Helsing! If I did, I would probably planning on making a second film of it right about now, lol. All I own is Dyra! (:
Chapter Five
Breaking Free
"PAPA!"
The voice of a small innocent girl pierced through the air as the crumbling sounds and the crackling of a huge fire was heard from the Van Helsing Manor. A huge roar of fire reached out for the sky as the night was illuminated by its fiery colors. A horrendous laugh of revenge was heard outside the house as Van Helsing ran towards it, his eyes filled with desperation and fear.
Sweat poured down his face as he ran. Sword in hand, his legs carried him towards his burning house. But he didn't care about the Manor. He was more worried for the safety of his child and wife. A scream was heard as Van Helsing ran past the burning trees. The soft dirt ground sunk from the heavy footsteps of his running as the harsh cold night stung at his face.
Van Helsing could hear his daughter's scream for help as it blended with the loud crackles of the fire. It called out with mocking laughter as it jumped out at him, shooting flecks of burned wood towards him. He ignored them completely and concentrated hard on his quest to save his daughter and wife.
What had happened while he was gone? Surely they were protected by his guards? He guessed that this was all just a plan to lure him to his family. Something about this felt strangely familiar as he inhaled and exhaled with each step. But even as he did so, he began coughing. The smoke was reaching his throat, and it felt like someone is burning something inside him like it was around him.
Van Helsing raised his glistening sword, which had been always loyal to him in battle. He was close now, almost there...
Suddenly a burning tree came crashing down in front of him, spraying burning specks of its leaves towards Van Helsing as he yelled out. The tree continued to burn, glowing, as he cursed it. He looked desperately towards his burning home and at the tree.
Without hesitation, he threw himself out when he thought the fire wasn't about to crackle in that area. His plan worked, and he was safely over in the other side as Van Helsing ran like hell towards the house. He could hear screeches and screams now that he was near. Tears of fear stung his eyes as he bit his lips and curse himself now for leaving his family unguarded. He should never have left for his assignment!
Slowly he saw his beautiful wife, Elena Van Helsing, being held down onto the ground. Her dark bown curly hair was a mess and her dress was also not in a very good state. She was kicking and squirming, screaming in horror. Van Helsing's eyes glowed now with anger and determination as he threw his sword at his wife's assulter's back.
The man screamed before he collapsed and died on top of Van Helsing's wife. Elena Van Helsing screamed but she had gotten up quickly to her feet. But someone else had gotten hold of her as Van Helsing pulled his sword out of the dead man's back. It was stained with blood which dripped down onto the ground as he looked around at the criminals. They were clearly not happy to see him.
"Here he is, the great Gabriel Van Helsing, the Holy Order's very own knight!" shouted a voice with a laugh and Van Helsing glared towards the man's direction. He had rough sandy blonde hair, with a devious grin plastered on his face as he raised his dirty, stained sword up into the air. His men also did the same, yelling angrily and yet with a cheer, into the fiery night.
Then the sandy haired man moved, and many of his men circled around him, surrounding Van Helsing so he was unable to save his daughter, who squirmed into a huge brown sack away from the battle. One of the tall, rouch looking men dragged a kicking Elena to the sandy haired man's arms.
"Elena!" Van Helsing shouted, raising his sword in the air, but one finger from the leader of the men stopped him. Inside the man's hand was a dark pistol, ready to be used in a battle as it was raised and aimed towards Van Helsing. The smile on the man's face did not face away as he spoke.
"For far too long you have killed off our men and interrupted our parties! You will regret the day you were ever associated by us, Van Helsing! We will you a lesson to never come between us and our prey!" the leader yelled triumphantly and the men that had surrounded Van Helsing cheered in response to this short speech.
Van Helsing could only stare towards his wife, begging God to spare her from the pain. Elena Van Helsing looked back with love towards him and although her eyes showed fear, she smiled softly towards him. Then the sandy haired leader raised his pistol, his fingers ready to press onto the trigger. Van Helsing knew it was the end of him as he softly accepted it, closing his eyes.
There was a loud BANG and Van Helsing's shot open. But it was not him that was shot. It was his wife.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he screamed in anguish as he dropped his sword and fell to his knees. The sandy haired man let the body of Elena Van Helsing slip from his fingers as the beautiful woman collapsed, her eyes wide awake and yet the life inside them had vanished almost instantly. Van Helsing's hands were trembling as he sobbed, his eyes staring at the hollow eyes of his fallen wife. Tears spilled out of him as it slipped from his eyes and onto his cheek.
Curel laughter echoed through the roaring fire, penetrating into Van Helsing's heart as he looked with agony at his dead wife. The laughter continued as the sandy haired man knelt on one foot and looked at Van Helsing straight in the face. "That's what you get for killing my brother, murderer!" he hissed venemously, the smile that was once on his face had gone with an angry frown.
Van Helsing's eyes immediately went up towards the sandy haired man and new strengthpoured into him. Anger and fury burst from him as he grabbed for his sword and stabbed in right into the man's chest. Shock replaced the expression on the man's face as he looked at Van Helsing with anger before the life in him vanished. His body relaxed and grew limp as Van Helsing got to his feet, throwing the body off of his sword.
The men, who looked also surprised to see their leader dead, screeched angrily and ran for Van Helsing, swords and pistols raised. Van Helsing immediately moved as he struck at the men one by one, occasionally getting a few painful scratches from the men. Before long there were only three men left. They now looked rather terrified of their deaths, and they ran, dropping their swords and pistols on the ground.
The crackling of fire and the anguished gasps that escaped from Van Helsing's lips was all that was heard as Van Helsing dropped his sword and ran to his wife, softly pulling her into his arms. Tears ran freely from his eyes as he let his cheek touch his wife's cold and pale face.
"I am so sorry for everything! I am so sorry! Don't leave me, Elena. Don't leave me here alone... Dyra needs you! No... NOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Van Helsing screamed into the sky, his tears flying into the air as he sobbed, hugging his wife's body closer to him, sharing his warmth.
A soft muffled shout was heard and this reminded Van Helsing of his daughter. His eyes filled still with tears, he laid his wife's body on the ground softly and went in search of Dyra. Soon enough, he found a huge brown sack that was wiggling hysterically. He quickly rushed to open it and when he did, he found Dyra in his arms. She had jumped at him, expecting to see the men who had attacked her instead of her own father. She blinked in suprise and then with relief that washed over both of them as they hugged tightly.
And as they withdrew, Van Helsing burst in tears. Dyra looked up at him in confusion, and looking also worriedly at him.Van Helsing brushed them and stuttered as he said it.
"Dyra…, your m-mother, she…"
Van Helsing stopped, pressing himself. Dyra had the right to know the truth. He looked at his daughter and opened his trembling lips. As he did so, Dyra turned her head to see what he trying to say. She looked like she was in search of her mother. Quickly Van Helsing tilted her daughter away from the bodies of the dead that lay scattered on the ground. Dyra looked innocently up at him as he spoke.
"S-She... is dead..., D-D-yra..."
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An inhuman roar escaped the lips of the Holy Order's very own hunter as he bit his lips hard in agony. Pain was all he could feel as he sensed the presence of the moon near him. He had been asleep through the whole day when the familiar agony shot him right in the chest. He didn't even care about the meaning of his supposed 'dream' as he clutched at his chest. His hearing heightened and he could hear his own beating of his heart as deadly claws and fangs emerged from within his body. He gave out a pained scream as a voice in his head echoed repeatedly in his head.
"Get out... Free... Break FREE..."
"NOOOOOO!" Van Helsing snarled back through gritted teeth as his eyes glowed feral. He wasn't going to be able to push back the wolf in him, and he knew that, but he wasn't going to just stand there and let the beast roam about. He clawed out at the stone walls of the cell and it left screeching marks.
"Out. OUT. OUT. Need... get out! Kill. KILL. KILLLLLLLLLL!" the murderous voice yelled inside his head as Van Helsing grabbed at his head with both his hands. He needed to get that voice out. He wanted it out of him now. And yet he didn't know how. Blood started to trickle from his lips as his fangs started to grow from his gums, pushing its way through. The sharp edges of the fangs cut into his lips, making more blood trickle down his chin and onto the ground, a small pool of blood now on the cold grey floor.
Footsteps were heard as he smelt a familiar scents in the air. It was Carl's and the woman's. His eyes widened in horror as he leaned down onto the ground. It was as if a thousand knives were being thrown and stabbed into his body as he dropped unwillingly to his knees, his hands on the ground. A loud roar inside his head echoed like the sound of a rushing train as he closed his eyes, his lips trembling as he felt his strength beginning to be stolen from the beast inside him.
No, no, no... he cried inside himself as darkness stole him away from reality...
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Something awful was clearly happening below the jail, and Carl and the woman both knew this as they rushed down the stairs into the depths of the City Jail,pushing aside the guards. The woman had shouted for the guards to stay put as they ran down the stairs.
"Van Helsing!" Carl yelled as he ran, pulling the cure in his hand. He wasn't going to let his friend down. He knew Van Helsing was in pain, and he needed to stop it for him. That was the least he can do for him.
The woman, who had been more intent on finding out what exactly lingered in that jail, now looked confusedly at the 'monk'. Did the Monk know Van Helsing personally? If so, then she would have to interrogate him. Her eyes narrowed as she saw him pull out something like a needle, with a mixture inside it. What on earth is the man planning? She thought as she followed the racing 'monk'.
The roar was heard again, and this sent shivers down the woman's shoulder as she looked out ahead. The candles had, for some odd reason, gone out, and only a small white whisp of smoke had been left. She couldn't see a thing.
"Stay back!" Carl shouted towards her and the woman raised an eyebrow. Was she missing something here?
A inhuman growl echoed through the jail as the woman saw one candle still burning on its tip. And then she gave a frightened gasp as she saw what Carl expected was the final phase of Van Helsing's transformation.
"Oh my god..." the woman whispered as she stumbled back, steadying herself as much as possible as the small candle lit the darkened man creature in front of the monk and herself.
There stood Van Helsing, but he was not in any way, human looking. He looked more like a half transformed wolf. His claws were outstretched, and from his lips were long sharp fangs that were turning into a wolfen snout. A growl was heard from him as golden eyes looked back at the humans with hunger. Saliva dripped from the edges of its jaws. Although it still held the shape of the human, clearly it was nothing like it.
Carl stared at this with utter horror and fear. The grip on his raised syringe trembled as it started to loosen. But then he shook himself, and a small flicker of determination spread over his expression. He needed to save Van Helsing. That thought alone kept him from running for his life.
The wolf man bared its teeth and sank its claws deep into the stone floor, and it gave way, making scars on them. Saliva continued to drip and fall on the ground as it howled loudly. This only made the woman behind Carl widen her eyes in fear as Carl ran with all the courage he had in him. The half-transformed werewolf lunged for Carl, in the process, sucessful being stabbed by Carl's cure.
The both of them fell to the ground as Carl winced in pain. But he sighed in relief. He quickly got up and he looked towards Van Helsing. Slowly his wolfen features were disappearing, and the feral glow vanished to replace back to his marvelous greyish green eyes. The claws that extended out of his hands started to sink back to normal nails, and fangs that grew out of his mouth were also vanishing back to where it should be.
As if Van Helsing was in a trance, he suddenly jolted awake, and his eyes widened towards Carl and then at the woman, who was gaping at him, too lost for words.
"W-What…H-How…I-I..." Van Helsing stumbled with his words and then stopped, trailing off as he winced. He looked down at his chest, which was, thankfully, hidden away behind his clothes, to find the end of the syringe sticking out. He tugged it out with a painful moan and then staggered as nausea washed over him for a mere second. Then his eyes flashed back at himself, at Carl and the woman, and lastly at the prison cell he was in. The metal bar doors were bent open, as if someone had been playing with a couple of bendy metals. He gave out gasps of exhaustion as he looked up at the smiling Carl.
"It's alright. I got here in time. The Order betrayed you, Van Helsing. I'm here to help you," Carl explained, a twitch of his lips signifying that he was still mad at the Holy Order for what they have done. The woman, who was listening this, only looked towards Van Helsing in utter confusion.
A growl was the only response as Van Helsing nodded angrily. Then his eyes glanced towards the woman, whose features were a bit darkened. The glow of the burning candle was dwindling.
The woman gulped down her fear, regained her composture and then looked back at Van Helsing again, erasing any trace that she was ever surprised or scared. All that was left in her expression was pity and blankness as she looked solemnly at Carl and then at Van Helsing.
"What are you, Mr. Van Helsing?" the woman spoke smoothly, her eyes now cold. Carl's lips pursued and Van Helsing's eyes glowed for a quick second. The glow of Van Helsing's eyes reminded the woman that even though he was not what he was before, he can still become that creature.
"I see we are getting acquainted..."
The sudden intrusion startled them all as they looked at the dark shadow. Slowly cold footsteps was heard and a face appeared, a mischievious smile curling on his lips.
"Seraphim..." the woman hissed annoyingly, rolling her eyes. Seraphim raised an eyebrow as he leaned towards the stone wall near him, his eyes looking towards the woman, Van Helsing and then at Carl.
"How nice to see your finally having the long awaited conversation, no, Dyra?" Seraphim slurred, a sly grin on his face. The woman shot a venemous glare towards Seraphim. "Shut it, Seraphim."
"Why should I?" Seraphim mocked and chuckled and the woman's hands quickly balled into fists.
"Dyra?" Van Helsing said, sudden confusion jumping into his tone. His dream... he had been the father of a girl called 'Dyra'. He remembered it clearly. He looked perplexedly at the woman and the woman now glared towards him.
"Yes, your very own daughter, Mr. Van Helsing."
A/N: What do you think! What do you think? XDDD Ack I love this! I love this cliffie, lol. And I just loveeeee Seraphim! (; Writing the flashback again was kind of annoying, but I think it became a bit more improved from the last one I wrote. I hope you all enjoyed and please review! The faster the review, the faster the chapter, everybody! ;) Oh and sorry for the awful cliffie btw, but I could not help it! x333