Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Van Helsing characters. I only own Kida. The italicized composition also does not belong to me. It belongs to an anonymous writer.
Van Helsing: Blood Rain
Chapter One: Echoed Pain
The Count stood on his balcony, reveling in the cold winds that blew up from the chasm surrounding the castle. Down below, he heard Igor and his beloved electric torture device torment the werewolf bellowing in irritated agony. Everything was going as well as expected.
He turned on his heel and began languidly walking into his enormous sleeping chambers — candles and torches lined the walls and floors, though eerily seemed to attract the countless shadows that danced merrily about.
With a light smirk, he circled around his bride's blood pool that connected to the torture chamber in the next wing.
The howling suddenly faded out replaced by completely human cries of exhaustive pain.
The little man's grunts barely reached his ears as the pain drove him to the brink of unconsciousness.
Then a drawling voice called to him… "Gabriel…"
Struggling with the leash tugging at his consciousness, he looked up to see a tall blur of black towering over him. He groaned, and doubled over with pain while the voice rippled against the stone walls. It made the surrounding chamber feel remotely empty.
Dracula called the small hunchback off from tormenting him before taking a step forward.
The tall blur kneeled to Van Helsing's level and tugged lightly at the chains holding him to the wall. Steel links —developed by the Dwergi that constantly occupy themselves with the making of various torture devices — clinked against the bloodstained stone.
"You know what I seek." The voice, dripping with deep Transylvanian accent remarked.
Van Helsing coughed blood. The vampire watched with amusement as the man struggled to pronounce the words with a slightly mangled British voice; "What are you talking about?"
"The girl." The hunchback in the corner spoke. "Where is the GIRL?" The hunchback stood, infuriated by Van Helsing's persistence to hiding her. Dracula gestured for him to sit back down. With a heavy sigh, Igor complied, wearing a sour frown.
The vampire calmly continued, "The small, annoying, pink-covered little insect. We need it. Where is it?"
Van Helsing tiredly replied, "I don't know…"
A quick surge of electricity flowed smoothly through Van Helsing's lean, muscular body. He cried out with the volume of a man possessed and the pleading tone of a beautiful phoenix held captive.
Igor stood there beside his master, holding the electric metal prongs to Van Helsing's chains.
Dracula on the other hand briefly admired the fleeting spark of anger in the lycan's eyes, only to be drowned by the intense writhing energy pulsing within him. He watched him for a few more moments before signaling Igor to stop.
Van Helsing kneeled there, in chains, panting and quivering, holding himself in an attempt to keep his body from convulsing.
"Sad."
The vampire lowered his lips to the pulse in Van Helsing's neck. It raced furiously, much to the satisfaction of the now enthralled Count. A sadistic smile caressed his lips. "I wonder… whatever happened to that calm countenance of yours, Van Helsing?" A chuckle echoed in the stone.
"Pathetic."