Warning: If you want to know the base of this story, read my Van Helsing 2, for this is merely a revision of my original story.

Disclaimer: Universal Studios, Stephen Sommers, and the crew of Van Helsing own the base characters, but I own Alvonia Elra, Sereno Harven, Enchantress, Darkbane, and Hervok Vorra. I don't own Vampire, The Gillman, The Invisible Man, The Wolf Man, or the Banshee. Thanks.

Author's Note: Even though Alvonia may be "banshied' out, I still need to develop the story of the ruby, as I did not do the same thing in Van Helsing 2. Thanks for reviews! Krel's crowd connects to Enchantress and Darkbane which connects to Lord Harven which connects to Van Helsing, so, Krel and Dargeilla are a plot point that is necessary. Dargeilla will in fact return for my next story. I will also try to make the map Gabriel has larger as a plot point and Thonious needs to be more active in this story! If you ask about Dracula and Princess Anna, just wait! Thank you.


Van Helsing: Legends of Blood Reign

Chapter 13: The Bounty: The King is Crowned

Harven's eyes lit up as Miles fell to the ground. His claws scratched the chair he sat in.

"You can't continuously pull these stunts, Mishcoffe!" Sereno said, eyeing the doctor with shame. Miles slapped his hands to his head and rocked back and forth. '

"Where is he?" he yelled, eyes dark and empty. Although they were pointed toward Harven, Miles' eyes looked dead and far off.

"If you seek sir Gillman, he is in good hands. After the incident with Van Helsing, he ran away, only to be caught by Enchantress" he told his inferior. Miles stopped rocking back and forth. He looked up at his master.

"That blood hungry vampire? All the good she could have done to him was to pierce his neck, filling her gullet!" Miles yelled with a squeak in his voice. Harven, cloak covering his eyes, scratched his face with a single claw.

"You dare not use offensive speech against the ones who follow me, dear doctor" he hissed slowly. Miles nodded his head and cleared his throat loudly.

"Please forgive me, Lord Harven! I didn't mean to!" he pleaded. Harven nodded his head and stood up. He looked down with pity at the doctor. The man's flaring red eyes pierced his mediocre creature.

"I will forgive you once you treat your superiors with superiority!" he yelled. He lifted both of his hands. An illuminating white light shot out and struck Miles. He writhed and wriggled upon the ground, eyes flaring with pain.

"Mercy!" he screamed. Harven closed his hands tight and made sure that his cloak was secured surely over his eyes.

"If it would be in your favor to stare upon my pallid features once again, you dare not speak as if I were a lesser creature! My face and eyes can only dare you more, Mischoffe Miles! You dare not meddle in the business of an immortal!" he growled. His eyes shifted to the window. The moon was silently creeping in. His eyes turned a deep yellow.

"What do you ask of me, Lord Harven?" he questioned, hands out in a prayer-like manner. Harven grinned. His canines enlarged, skin going grey. The moon was a warm blanket upon his whole being. The lycanthropy of his mind was taking over. Each moment, a hair on his neck would stick up and turn grey, enlarging many feet over its normal size. He was now fully a werewolf, but still had his normal mind and thought about him. Once Sereno was in full form, he glared at Miles, eyes flashing. Miles shook his head.

"No!" he screamed. Harven nodded and turned around, walking over to his throne. The floating seat lowered as he sat down. His eyes flashed back to normal color. Harven had made himself control the wolf that was taking over. He opened his jaw squarely and growled.

"Miles" he snarled, eyes widening. Miles sniffed in a deep breath of air and held it.

"Yes, Lord Harven?" he replied, shaking uncontrollably. The wolf held his head high and let a howling scream emit. Miles gasped and reeled backward, falling on his back. Harven laughed and within the blink of an eye, he was back in his human form.

"Bring me…" he stopped as the room's doors opened with a thud. In stepped Gerovere, cloak enveloping him.

"Lord Harven!" he yelled. The vampire looked over at him and raised an eyebrow. Gerovere nodded.

"Where are the others?" he asked, watching the bounty hunter as he carried nothing. Gerovere bowed his head and held his hands out.

"Strike me down. I failed my mission" he sighed.

"Where are the others?!" Harven asked again, more sharper and louder. Gerovere pointed out of the window. The sky was brewing with storm clouds. Rain began to gently pour out.

"In enough time, Gabriel Van Helsing defeated Sherea with a mere cross! Diare managed to fend of the friar and bite Van Helsing's neck but…" he stopped, eyes closing slowly.

"But?" Lord Harven asked. Gerovere shook his head disappointedly.

"She died, milord". Harven stood from the throne and narrowed his eyes. They changed to a violent red.

"Did you retrieve the hunter, the one who I sent you out to collect? Did you think that his dead corpse would do any good to me? Do you?" he yelled. "Where is Van Helsing?"


Krel pointed his bony finger toward the large gate that lay before the crowd.

"We have made it this far, people of Dreida!" he announced. They all yelled and stomped their feet, cheering. Dargeilla looked up at the top of the gate. Two stone gargoyles were crouched, hands holding out a sign: Tomba Iarda. He shook his head.

"What business do we have here?" the wizard asked from the back of the line. The crowd turned with confused looks upon their stone features. Krel shook his head.

"I thought I told you not to speak, magician!" he growled. Dargeilla shook his head as did Krel.

"You told me we were to make it to London as soon as possible! London is that way!" he announced, pointing toward the opposite way of the gate. Krel stood up in full profile. He pointed his finger out again.

"You were to do as I ordered! We came this way just for a lil' detour, ok, magician?" he asked in a weak voice. Dargeilla allowed a thin smile to spread upon his lips.

"Then so be it" he replied. Krel's eyes grew wide as Dargeilla disappeared into thin air.

"Damn the wizard! He can rot! Our lady, Miss Enchantress expects us!" he told them. The crowd yelled in agreement. He turned to the gate and opened them with an aggressive yell. Krel stepped inside the graveyard and laughed as Enchantress yelled his named with a hoarse voice.

"Ayeakrel Maunklae"


Harven waved his hand. Gerovere fell to the ground, wincing. Miles stood up and ran toward the window, looking at the ground as it was violently pelted with rain.

"I command you to go back and retrieve Van Helsing! If these commands are not met…" he stopped, closing his eyes. Gerovere looked up, eyes cold and empty. "Wait, insolent hunter, I believe that another plan has struck into my mind" he declared. Gerovere blinked. Lord Harven stepped across to the window. He too saw what Miles did: The Gillman crawled on the grass, head darting back and forth. Harven nodded and clapped his hands. In the sky, a ghoul-like being floated toward them. The Banshee and Gilman had arrived to do their master's biddings. Around the Banshee's neck was a ruby stunningly brighter than any type of blood that could be shed. Harven nodded and laughed.

"And so the battle begins"


Carl shook Van Helsing's shoulder. There was no response. He examined the Monster Hunter's neck. The bite mark had pierced his skin deeply, making blood trickle out rapidly. His eyes were closed, face clammy. Gabriel's body was stiff and lifeless.

"Van Helsing?" Carl asked a sob awakening in his voice. The Monster Hunter's eyes didn't open. It wasn't as if a magic wand could be placed into Carl's open hands and he would revive Gabriel. This was no fairytale. "Van Helsing?" he said again, sitting back. He closed his eyes and folded his hands. "Oh holy one above, please watch over this poor man's soul! Keep it safe, keep it safe" he sighed, sighing.

Darkness. Pure darkness quickly plunged silently into a clear, white surrounding. Voices in the distance hissed and whispered their thoughts.

"I fell to the depths of destruction. That is when my life began!" a silent voice said quietly. It was coarse and scratchy, but clear and peaceful at the same time.

"And I need to save my brother! He gave his life for me!" said another.

"Keep it safe! Keep it safe!" said a squeaky voice. The clear whiteness went silent. Gabriel Van Helsing stepped into the clearing. Across from him was a woman with dark eyes. A smile spread across her face.

"We meet again" she said. Gabriel's eyes went wide. Princess Anna Valerious stood, arms held out. He walked over to her swiftly and hugged her, eyes filling with tears. She was there, alive. He had seen her face in the sky, a tear running down her cheek. Here she was, alive. Alive, but not so. She broke away from the grip of his hug and shook her head. "I must go" she said softly. He shook his head. A dark light embraced her from behind. Two eyes peered out at him. The eyes were familiar to Gabriel. He had seen them before.

"No! Anna, no!" he yelled. She began to slip away from sight. Gabriel saw the eyes blink and suddenly, the dark light flew toward him. He felt teeth pierce his neck. He yelled and clutched his neck, seeing the last of Anna. The two were gone from each other's sight.


Author's Note: I tried to include all of my characters in this chapter (except Thonious), so Krel, Dargeilla, Alvonia/Banshee, Gerovere, Lord Harven, and Enchantress made it into this chapter, along with Carl, Anna, Gabriel, and Dracula (he was the dark light with the teeth which bit Gabriel). I will update soon! I don't have homework now, so, I will hopefully write more! Thanks! Chapter Preview:


Chapter 14: The Battle Begins: Pasts Renewed

Dargeilla looked at Carl. He smiled. The friar stumbled backward and shook his head.

"You? A magician?" he asked. The wizard nodded, looking down at Van Helsing's lifeless body.

"I was summoned to help! If help is what you require" he declared. Carl pointed at Dargeilla and then to Gabriel.

"You are capable of reviving a vampire-stricken man?" he asked. Dargeilla nodded again and pushed Carl aside. His eyes were alive with color. A light flowed out of his pupils.